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Age 190 ------ Gender Male
Height: 5'9

Stage Ilharn ------- Rank Warrior

Mate Shi'nstra????
City of Residence: Undrek'Thoz


Personality
While he's not antisocial, Chasz does tend to care for more quiet quarters. He's usually the type to avoid confrontation and the aggressive nature of the females of his House and will avoid doing things that will promote this. He tries to smooth things over as best as he can, and since he's very soft spoken, and almost non aggressive, it's a wonder to most why he chose to be a warrior.

Abilities:

Likes
Disappearing into the background and having time to himself.
Getting to know Shi'nstra better. Females. Serving Lolth's priestesses.


Dislikes
Body modifications
Tattoos/ ie needles.
His younger brother SOlmur'ss' pranks.



Fears
Being mistaken for his brother Nath AGAIN, and almost dying because of it.

Minyaagar & Midith's Entry
Chasz’zar of the House de’Virr couldn’t help but wonder what his life would be like if he had never met the female poisoner who was now his work companion. It was more than likely that his job as a warrior would have been wrought with more attempted assassination attempts than he would have cared for. Not to mention the fact that without the antidotes she had provided him, he would have been dead more than he could count on his hands and feet combined. She truly was a great resource, and associate to have on one’s side.

It was actually kind of a crazy coincidence that it had been because of an assassination attempt that they had ended up meeting in the first place. Chasz had been assigned to take over a job for his brother Nath’zartv; who Chasz unfortunately took after in looks. Even the Matron confused them with each other. However, the assignment was taking the place of Nath’zartv’s undercover position in a local House that he was spying on for the Matron. Nath had been assigned a much more dire situation in the inner reaches of the upper Guallidurth society; so the Matron had sent Chasz to take over spying on the other House.

Unknown to both the Matron and Chasz…someone in the House had discovered the identity of Nath and had proceeded with calling a hit on him. Chasz still wasn’t certain that Nath hadn’t known that there was a hit on him when he left. Chasz figured that Nath hadn’t thought that his younger brother would even survive long enough to complete the task.

Chasz had retired to the quarters that had been assigned to him and had started going over the notes that Nath had left to help get him up to speed on what was going on in the House when a tentative knock had come on the closed wooden door. Chasz frowned to himself, looking around a little unsure and then strode over to the door to ask what was wanted. The soft lilting voice of the female that spoke caused Chasz’s mouth to go dry with disbelief. Had his brother been involved with someone in the House? Since he really he had no clue, and he didn’t want to blow his cover he had opened the door and invited the female in.

"Hello? Nath, are you there?"
Her hand, more firmly than she felt, tapped gently against the door. She wasn't sure if she had been loud enough; her hand rose again when she saw the wooden frame jiggle and drew her hand away; the tall male had let her in. For some reason, this mark was high-priced; her client had offered her a great deal for his death, without really explaining any of the semantics. So, she fell back on what she could; her wits, to trick him into ingesting one of her more potent concoctions.

She stepped in, noting Nath's appearance was better than the last few times she'd met him, and smiled an impish grin. She had only seen him infrequently, and for a few brief moments; if she had immediately become a hanger-on, he'd have been incredibly suspicious. But tonight she had been pushed by the client to get on with the hit. It seemed so unprofessional, and she almost felt a slip coming on already - perhaps a less lethal poison; or god forbid feeding him the antidote (always carried, in case of a mishap involving herself). She sashayed in, attempting to use her femininity to distract him, to lower his guard; anything to increase her chances of success tonight. She sat herself down in a chair – bluntness in a lady often surprises – and looked at him, with an almost intimate smile.

“Nath, it's as if you don't know me tonight.” she murmured, discreetly shifting her legs to make sure the tools of her trade were all present. This particular fungal brew was a fast acting paralysis – he'd be unfeeling and not breathing within seconds of ingestion. It was a tricky and dangerous poison, but she felt forced. She would have around two minutes to administer an antidote, should the need arise. Shi'nstra cocked an eyebrow. He really did seem different tonight, but she just couldn't place it. His stance, his gaze ... there was something off tonight. She sighed inwardly. This hurriedness was throwing her off balance, she knew it.

Chasz was rather stunned by the female’s appearance. She definitely was quite the looker. As long as he had known Nath, he had always made sure to get on the good side of the good looking females. It rather riled him how damn critical and judgmental Nath was of the female gender.
“Uh...I apologize. I was rather preoccupied with some work that the Matron of the House had requested me to do.” Chasz was rather at a loss for figuring out what her name was. Surely she would suspect something if he didn’t know it. And he figured that by now, after 6 months of Nath having been immersed into his job he had gotten pretty far with the female. Chasz stilled his features from giving away anything and seated himself besides the female, taking her hand in his own and kissing it. It was rather forward, but He knew that was one of Nath’s signature moves. Thankfully he knew enough about his damned arrogant brother that he would be able to get by.
“So love, what do you want to do tonight?” He asked, with the signature cocky smile of his brother’s plastered on his face.

Sh'in was a little surprised by his abrupt question, but had the sense not to show it on her face. Nath was surely incredibly cocky, and a total womanizer, but she hadn't anticipated his desires to kick in quite so quickly. She simpered and blushed, as would be expected, and gently tapped his hand away.
“Nath! I've only been here five minutes! You haven't even offered me a drink!”

She was glad he was already being so intimate – the closer she got to him the easier her hit would be to pull off, and she was not above getting physical with a mark to increase her chances. She remembered a particularly dicey situation in which she had transferred foxglove poison through a kiss, and had had to be incredibly careful with the timing of her antidote, and seduction. She had a rather analytical mind when it came to these things. She stood up – slowly, to let him admire her figure – and stepped over to the drinks cabinet, purloining some strong liquor and thin cloudy flutes (better to hide any reaction the poison had to the alcoholic liquid). She spun round quickly, fluttering her eyelashes at him with her hands resting behind her back to slip a small vial from a back pocket.

“You don't mind, do you darling? I promise to make it up to you.”
She spun round again without waiting for an answer, as all good bimbos do, and simultaneously poured the dark liquor and clear poison into a flute, hiding the empty tube in the cabinet, and pouring her own drink. She shimmied over to him, trying her best to seem sexy, and handed him the glass. She drank deeply from her own, but watched him discreetly from the top of the small glass. It wouldn't be long until the poison kicked in, and she could leave, and get her payment. It was all worth it, she told herself. Pity he was so attractive – almost a waste. At least she'd used her best venom on him, as a mark of respect.

“I’m sorry...it slipped my mind.” Chasz offered rather weakly, looking around the room trying to remember where the liquor cabinet was. He was relieved when the female took the initiative to abruptly stand up and go over to it, helping herself to some of the spirits inside. He began to breathe a little easier. At least the female hadn’t seen through his forced façade. He normally would never have been so forward or so...intense with the opposite sex. Being Nath was truly rubbing him the wrong way. The sooner he got the job finished and got to go home couldn’t come soon enough for him.

Though the perks were almost worth it for him; the female was being extremely flirty and actually open. Something Chasz had never really encountered before.
“Why would I mind love? The spirits are there for drinking, not for sitting getting dusty.” Chasz replied casually, leaning back in his chair, emanating Nath’s personality.

He watched her move slowly back to the table, taking her sweet time and looking damn sexy. He couldn’t help but grin at her. He took the glass from her, but sat it down on the table deciding it would be better to not drink just yet. Things would go better for him if she were slightly drunk; that way if things progressed the way he thought they were...she wouldn’t notice the birthmark on his left shoulder. A birthmark that would give clearly show that he wasn’t Nath, but in fact a look alike.

He lifted the glass to his lips, and took a long draught, placing the flute back on the table.
“So now that you’ve gotten your drink, how about we do something a bit more intimate.” Chasz said with a wide grin. He suddenly felt a little light headed, and frowned, and rubbed his forehead. Something was wrong…but he didn’t know what it was. His hands felt clammy and cold, which was unusual. It was almost as if...no...It couldn’t be! Could he have just been poisoned? Why would the female want Nath dead? Hold on..it wasn't Nath that was going to die..it was him! Oh Gods!
“My shirt…take off my shirt. My…shoulder..look at…” Before Chasz could finish his sentence his mouth suddenly went slack and wouldn’t work. If his facial muscles could work, a very horrified look would have come over it. But as the poison was already starting it’s dastardly work on his body, and with no control over his muscles any longer his body fell out of the chair with a loud thud. All Chasz could do was stare as horror, fear and anger went through him as the female got up and stared down at him with a rather pleased expression on her face.

Well, she hadn't had to get intimate with him, in the end. She had drunk more from her glass to encourage him, and he had eventually (after a few tantalizing moments, fraught with worry – could he smell it?) taken a large gulp of the liquor. She watched it take effect on him, and looked at him coldly as he noticed it's lethal ramifications. The best part was, her worries were all assuaged. He was dying in front of her eyes, and the money was as good as hers.
She wrinkled her brows; what was he screaming? Dying men weren't always as ... insistent as this. He wanted her to take off his shirt? Then it dawned on her. Surely not? Surely she hadn't been as unprofessional as to kill an innocent? She had to know, regardless that he had responded to Nath. She dropped to her knees in an instant, tearing at the flimsy material of the shirt, her powerful hands coming to rest on bare shoulder – shoulder bearing an out-of-place birthmark that she surely would have noticed on the often-topless Nath.
She swore loudly and fumbled in her back pocket for the antidote. How stupid! She had known he was different this evening, and she hadn't listened to her gut. After an agonizing wait – how much time had already elapsed? One minute? More? - she extracted the vial, containing a viscous milky solution, and poured its entire contents down the mystery male's throat. She rubbed his bare chest frantically, to aid the antidote in its circulation, and waited with bated breath for his revival.

The liquid she poured down his throat almost burned as it went down. For a fleeting moment Chasz thought that the female hadn’t given him the antidote but another poison to finish him off, since he knew too much. Fortunately he was wrong. Within moments, he began to gasp and feeling started coming back into his limbs. He lay there on the ground, his heart beating frantically under the hand of the female as blood started circulation once more.
“Who the hell are you?” Chasz swore, feeling rather pissed off for having been (in his mind at least) handed over for the slaughter. Then he began to laugh almost crazily, tears streaming down his face.
“Never mind, I don’t really care. Just know this..if you want to kill my brother, I will personally help you do it. The damn b*****d deserves it. He probably knew this was going to happen and that’s why he insisted on me taking over for him here. Oh by the way..I’m Chasz’zar.”

Of course the worm that is Sol wasn't in his quarters when I arrived home.
If he's a smart one he won't come within a hundred yards of the House or I'll catch him. So..at least I shall have a good long time to properly plan out the revenge I shall dole out to him when he does show back up.

Knowing him..he shall stay away for a good long while..assuming that in time I will cool off and forget what he's done. Well..not this time. He shall pay, and dearly for bismarking the name of the de'Virr House.

Though..at least I have a good sized purse of gold for all the trouble Sol has put me through. Well..the House will. Since I will have to tell everything that occurred in the bar and it's more than likely that the Matron will ask to see how much gold was made and will then add it to the Treasury funds.

Meh. I think I shall go visit Shi'nstra for awhile before I head back the the House. Perhaps she will have some ideas of what I could do to get back at Sol. Or..maybe she would be willing to help me with it. There's an idea. A very good idea. Maybe there's a poison that will make him horribly sick but not kill him..that would be a somewhat fitting punishment when he returns. I can just see him spending a good week spilling his innards in a bucket swearing and feeling terrible. Perhaps sick enough to wish he had never returned...or never pulled that prank on me.