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 Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 12:18 pm
 
Please no posting in the thread unless you are a mod.
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 12:20 pm
Name: Dra'nahfiel Age: 94
Stage: Dalharil
Class: El'faeruk
Mate: Varies
City of Residence: Undrek'Thozz
Personality:Rather laid back and a very calm individual, but is assertive when need be. It takes a lot to get him mad and when he’s mad you don’t want to get on his bad side. When he finds out he’s been lied to or manipulated in some way, you really have to watch out for him. He becomes cold and vicious. He will take ages figuring out and coming up with the proper type of revenge suited for the individual. His type of revenge people don’t survive from very often.
Abilities:
Weaponry: His staff, after his first years it was commissioned to his specifications. It stands a head shorter then him, it’s a gnarled looking thing, with knobby ends sticking out of it, each topped with small gems. The top end holds a large white stone which glows a very bright cyan when used. He carries a dagger as well as poisons on his person, in case someone gets the nasty idea that he’s an easy target.
Preferences:
Despises:
Loaths:
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 12:47 pm
 When Dra was born there was an instant understanding between the nursemaid and the Matron that he was to be gotten rid of. The Nursemaid, “accidentally” dropped him outside a window to his apparent death. However Lolth had other ideas for the male child in mind, his fall to death was abruptly halted when a carriage went under the window and received him before disappearing into Llurth Dreir.
No one really knows how he survived in the city, most likely someone took pity on him and raised him until he could manage on his own. What is known or at least remembered by Dra, is that he did many odd jobs and moved around throughout the Underdark during his younger years. He worked as a pickpocket, an acrobat in a performing group, and as a street entertainer, as well as several other things before settling in Undrek’ Thoz for good.
Unbeknownst to him a relative, a rather wealthy great uncle was searching for him for many years. When the uncle located him he became Dra’s patron and set up the funds for Dra to go to the University of Magic in Undrek’Thoz. It seemed rather uncanny to Dra that anyone was able to know of his magical ability when he had just discovered it himself. However, he embraced the chance for learning and bettering his circumstances and attended the University. He still knows nothing of his family and will take on the House name of his adopted father upon the culmination of his studies.
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 12:49 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 12:51 pm
 Imordana- friend, lover, someone Dra' trusts and will confide in.
His mysterious benefactor is an ally that he wishes he could meet. He has to wait until his apprenticeship ends.
The Mage that he serves is an ally...sort of.
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 12:53 pm
Babysitting an illusionist Gir & Dra. O__O oh dear..what will happen now? Stop Thief!*Valyr & DRa* Fey and Min! Dra' is out shopping and gets hit by a thief. Vengeance ensues with the help of another individual. *evil cackle* First Introductions (solo) Dra's and Dana's first encounter. For Growth Requirements: 2/10 journal entries finished, Work on Solo Rp.
If you are interested in starting one, pm the owner.
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 12:54 pm
Live to Tell the Tale~ Nightwish
A single grain can tip the scale
Amidst the burden the scale will prevail
Showing what's worth being here
Storyteller by a hearth of stone
A white little creature purring me
My childhood kingdom gone in time
The islands filling my mind with blue
The one in speacial, heaven's court
All the joy unforgiven by this task
An errant soul, homeless and foul
All gone but the will to
Live to tell the tale
The days are filled with anxiety
Frustration, one right note a day
Where to find a perfect tune
Just do the work and take a step back
All the joy...
An errant soul...
Dark chambers of my mind
Locked around the neck of my love
None of you understand
And it doesn't matter
To a broken marionette like me
An errant soul...
Oh how I hate my kind
Have it all
Yet wish to die
Not my kind but the kind as you are
Saints in Cain's mask
I love you
I just did
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 9:17 pm
 My earliest memories are rather muddled. I can recall running away, laughing my a** off with the master's finely gold inlaid dagger in my grasp. I managed to get away from those who were pursuing me with shouted threats, curses and stumbling.
After a merry chase, of which I was able to elude the pursuers I hid myself away in the nearest place I could find that the elders wouldn't think of looking for me. Inside the small, snug cavern I sat, dirt and webs working their way into my clothing as my hands caressed the fine golden handle.
Such a prize! A prize worthy of a nobleman! I looked it over for hours and hours, following the whirling designs with a dirt encrusted fingernail. It was enough for awhile. Until the hunger pangs began.
For awhile, I tried to ignore them, trying to make my body mind my mental thoughts of being full and happy. It didn't work. The hunger just grew and grew until it was of mammoth proportions. Eager to still it, I emerged from the small cavern. It was tight, and even harder to get out of than it had been to get in. I shoved, dug and finally pried myself out of the cavern.
Scraped up, bleeding, and covered in dirt, spiders and webs I wandered back the direction I had come. It wasn't long before I was spotted by those who had been chasing me. I can remember the scowling faces, and the rebukes that came from those in charge of me. The dagger was reclaimed by its owner, who scowled down at me with his horrid sickly yellow eyes, his face all puffy from where I had kicked him. Then, the punishment.
It was shameful, really. The first time I was ever punished, well from what I can remember. Thrashed across the backside five to six times. Then I was taken off to the bath house. I groaned, complained and wiggled until finally, what seemed like hours later I was clean from head to toe. And then redressed, and sent off to get my evening meal.
In all it was quite a fine adventure for an seven year old. And one I rather fondly remember. Years later, in a card game I was able to rightfully reclaim said dagger with triumph. Of course the drow I won it from, didn't recall me as the small snot nosed child from years before. When he wasn't looking, I couldn't help but mime kicking him in the face. Ah...the memories.
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Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2009 8:39 am
 By the gods was she beautiful! Despite her not having eyes, Imordana was still a knockout in my book. Just gazing up at her as she approached me caused the old feelings to resurface, and I was pretty sure it showed on my features.
"Oh Dra!" She murmured before she wrapped herself around me, burrowing her head into my chest and nuzzling me slightly.
My heart near burst from my chest from the feelings that sprang into it so radically. I had long shut my heart to any emotions that the intensity of my feelings threatened to reduce me to an emotional mess. ANd I can tell you right now, a crying drow is not something you would ever want to be.
Being as such feelings are usually foreign to most drow, any individual that does show them will be reduced to ashes or a pile of bones rotting away in the temple dungeons. Dana must have known or felt what I was feeling because the next moment her hands were over my heart. With a calming charm she quickly slowed my emotions and bodily reactions.
Then with a smile that could break the faint-hearted, she rolled me onto my back on the bed. What followed are things I shall never speak of in any shape or form, as they are much to intimate and personal to write down on paper.
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