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 Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 3:04 pm
  Please no posting unless you are a staff member, thank you.
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 3:06 pm
Name: Min’hyvair Age: 54
Stage: Dalharil
Class: Velguk/Poisoner
Mate: None
City of Residence: Llurth Dreir
Personality: Inquisitive, and very bright. She can be rather blunt and to the point at times, but usually tries to keep her opinions to herself, since no one really pays her any mind or attention. She is rather anti-social and prefers to keep to her potions and learning than to interact with others. Though she has destroyed most of the relationships she’s had with family and she doesn’t care for her sisters, she does hope to restore the relationship she used to have with her brother. She’s hates being alone, but her anti-social tendencies make it hard for her to make friends or other relationships with people.
Physical features: Short of stature…she hates that. She hopes she keeps growing, and that she won’t be left at 5’ 2 for the rest of her life. Coal colored skin, yellow eyes, long silvery hair with purple streaks.
Abilities:
Weaponry: She carries a bottle of potion which is either on a chain around her neck or in the bag that she carries all her other supplies in. She also arms herself with several long daggers, and is quite accurate with them. The majority of her daggers are hidden under her skirt, strapped to her legs, which she can readily reach and use if she has need of them.
Likes: Ka'da though she hides it pretty well, the privacy of her lab, spying, secretly dueling.
Dislikes:Her sisters, needing guards, social gatherings, crowds,
Fears: Her Matron finding out about her secret duels, Her sisters succeeding in killing of Ka'da.
She is the second born daughter in the House of Ja’lithur. She serves Lloth but not as fervently or as obsessively as her older sister and is rather fearful of Lis’zaha. Her choice to work with potions and to be a poisoner was embraced rather enthusiastically by her Matron and Aunt. Probably because they had been employing poisoners for a long while and were glad to have one in the family for once. Her sisters are another matter, they are very wary of her and for good reason. She despises them rather passionately and plans on doing away with them one at a time.
Among her sisters, she is the odd one out. She prefers modest clothing and is very anti-social. Her differences just make them hate her all the more. Because of her choice of study she is usually out making potions in the privacy of her personal lab or buying ingredients for them. The Matron insists she learns from a potions master (via scrying) and that when she ventures from the House that no less than four or five guards accompany her at all times. Unfortunately this has kept her from making any sort of acquaintances and she rather resents being watched over so much. She wisely keeps her feelings to herself because she does see the logic in the Matron’s orders.
Min’hyvair and Ka’darihn used to be really close. When she was a very small child she would follow him everywhere in the House and sometimes even into the city. Ka’da at first was annoyed by it and how everyone referred to her as his little shadow. After awhile he started to really care for her and not mind it that much. He even liked having her around. He began to secretly teach her how to fight with a sword and daggers, as well as how to defend herself properly. When the matron found out what was going on she was furious. Ka’da was punished severely. Min’hyvair was restricted to her quarters for several weeks, until the Matron demanded to know what her course of studies would be.
Min’ decided to become a poisoner, because she knew the Matron would allow her to study potions and the art of poisons. She really wanted to be an assassin, but knew that wouldn’t have gone over well. She also wanted a way that would allow her to study healing potions, so that she could help Ka’da if one of her sisters decided to try to do him in.
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 3:08 pm
The Ja'lithur House has resided in Llurth Dreir for thousands of years. The current Matron, D'Shadrea has had the most births in the history of the House. She gave birth to Ka'dairihn and promptly had her first mate disposed of for giving her a son. The second lover failed to give her a child and was turned into a eunich for his having no vitality. The second lover was followed by several others over the years, until finally D'Shadrea gave up choosing lovers and started using her slaves as well as any male that she encountered. The result gave her six daughers, each by a different father who were immediately sold off or disposed of to keep them from becoming attached to their offspring.
Matron D'shadrea-340- She used to be a cleric until she stepped up as the Matron of the House.
Aunt O'phranaylis-289- Mage. She supports her sister as the Matron, she spends most of her time at the Magic School and teaches. She does have private quarters at the House for whenever she comes to visit. Which she does every few months when she has the time to get away.
Ka’dairihn-95-Is a full fledged warrior, and head of the House guard. The sisters dislike him because of how much the Matron relies on him, and trusts him with House matters. He is rather oblivious to this, unfortunately.
Lis’zaha- 55- Cleric in training, she's the most fervent Lloth follower in her family, some might say its edging on fanaticism. She is rather paranoid of Min, and has tried on several occasions to kill her.
Min’hyvair-54- Information is up
N ‘Auradria- 50- Is in training to be a Thief. She isn't really in favor with the Matron for her choice of job.
Yashira- 45 She shows signs of being a Mage one day soon. Since she's still too young for training, she is trained by her Aunt at home.
Kahmiira-42- Though she's young, She shows signs of being a very gifted Mage one day. Her being more gifted has been a major contention between Yashira and her since she began to show signs. She is already apprenticed and in school for her gifting. She tends to lord this over her older sisters whenever she comes home for a visit.
Ther’saadi-40- Though she's not yet a teenager, and spends most of her time harassing her brother and the servants of the house, the Matron and her sister are planning on training her as a cleric or paladin, depending on what her gifts are.
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 3:09 pm
Bottle of acid
daggers
shawl
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 3:10 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 3:11 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 3:13 pm
"Mouthful Of Poison" Kitti
Blood spilled
Heart-felt
Head filled
Play dead...
Consider yourself now, my friend Enemy number one
You are bound and gagged, sacred circle broken trust
Now the plague has been cast in your town, acid tongue venom word
Why bother to lie?
Leave the lamp behind.
Your mouth full of (lead and lies)
Don’t walk in to fire
You might find that you'll get burned
What a find dirty face
Guilt at last, is this a lesson that’s learned?
Can you hear your own blood in your veins, calling out your demise?
Silence a word to the wise...
Your mouth full of (lead and lies)
I can’t hear you scream
Drowning so it seems your mouth is full of poison...
 
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 3:15 pm
 Min'hyvair couldn't help but stare in frank admiration of the swift graceful moves of the two sparring warriors. Their fluid movements, quick reflexes and intimate knowledge of how the other was going to react awed her. It made her body itch to be able to move and perform like the two warriors below.
Had her Matron or older sisters known that she was in the training arena spying on the males she could well imagine that they would be livid with anger. Even though Min was still only a child, it seemed everyone was already planing out her future for her. Even down to who she would marry when she was of the right ages. It was rather maddening and frustrating that her family hadn't thought to consult with her first. It was her life after all.
If only she could be as free and languid as the two training below in that ancient but deadly dance perhaps she would finally know what true joy was. As well as not have a care in the world. She couldn't help but scowl coldy when the two stopped and started to leave the areana. The males in her House had more freedom then she would ever be allowed, and she couldn't help but be jealous of them.
If only someone would teach her the beautiful deadly dance, perhaps then she wouldn't care what the Matron had in store for her future. To lose herself would be truly a welcome change. All this worrying and fretting was beginning to give her wrinkles.
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