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 Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2009 8:32 pm
Under Heavy Construction; No posting please. ^^
Unless you're staff or Akki.
Rae: I'm the one on the right; the pretty one. wink
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2009 8:36 pm
A Map For You Really Lost People
You Are Here
Stats
Personal History
Inventory
Friends and Enemies
Pets and Familiars
RP Links
Etchings
Journal Entries
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2009 8:46 pm
All the Technical Stuff Name: Alunrae (though if you want to keep yourself whole, call her Rae)
Age: wink
Gender: Female
Height: 5'0"
Weight: 95 lbs
House: None
Stage: Illharn
Profession: Shebali (Lockpick)
Personality: On the outside, Rae is outgoing and spirited, though not as malicious as most females. Her inside is a bit more complex, her essence constantly at war with itself on what exactly her true self really is, past and present often vying for a place of influence in her life. She takes pleasure in dong what makes her happy, and at the moment, nothing makes her happier than robbing nobles blind and spending her time with Driz. She is a bit conscientious of her appearance, with her eyes and unusually short stature, but anyone attemtping to use that to their advantage is in for a rude surprise.
Likes: Teasing Driz, picking locks, doing whatever the Hell she wants.
Dislikes: Nobles, fancy clothes, playing fair, scars.
(Winging it on the age, height & weight. Some information is based on RP and may change as RPs progress
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2009 9:04 pm
All About Me, Yeah? Born with the name Alunrae, she was the smallest and youngest daughter of a noble house, so far down the status ladder that all the surname did was make everyone's name longer. As a young female, she knew what she was to be entitled to; a higher status than males, a longer list of privileges (even one would be more than any male would have) and an easier life in general.
But when she came of age, she was in for a shock. For as long as her mother had been the matron, she had tried countless times to raise the status of her own meager house by pushing forth her daughters as 'prime examples' of the house; squandering what they had on expensive and outrageous clothing and jewels that the most shameless street whore would reject, then sending her daughters out to 'mingle' with the higher ranking nobles, in the hopes that the exposure would serve to better her house. Any straying from these predetermined roles resulted in severe punishment, from beatings to poisonings.
Alunrae's sisters, having gone through this sort of treatment and had methodically succumbed one by one, were by now little more than living dolls, moving to do their mother's bidding and stoically ignoring the bribes and jeers of the other nobles, who had no trouble seeing through the feeble attempts of the minor house to seem higher than it actually was. Rae was left in confusion; she knew that the plan was a stupid one and was not working at all, but when she brought it up to her mother, she was sent to her room with a broken arm to nurse. She never brought it up again, and like her sisters, she was draped in itchy, uncomfortable clothes, marinated in perfumes, draped in jewelry, and sent to elaborate gatherings like a rothe calf among a colony of hook horrors. She was insulted, sneered at, jostled, and once even pelted with trash. It tore at her free spirit like a snake whip, deadening her own inner desires and shadowing them with her mother's Lolth-driven need to better the house with no regard of the cost. What stung her even worse was the insistence that no matter how badly the others mistreated her, she was to kiss up to them and do whatever they asked of her, for they were the 'true nobles'.
So often, Alunrae would stay in her room, as far away from the hateful costumes as possible, dreaming of ways she could be rid of them. Several times she sought to disfigure herself, to be spared from the indignity of masquerading as a cheap noble, and it even served as an outlet for her increasing frustration and despair. She drew gashes in her arms with sharp-edged ornaments, jabbed herself with pins, and even at one point sought to bore a hole in her forehead with a pointy-ended pendant that turned out not to be as sharp a she had thought. When her mother discovered this, Rae was not only severely beaten, but put in a leg rack and had all of her toenails forcefully pulled. Once again she was cowed, and never did it again.
One day, Alunrae attended a massive city-wide worshipping of Lolth, with orgies in the streets and cries and shouts intermingling with the ominous chanting. Many of the city's most prominent noble houses were in attendance, and Rae and her sisters were swiftly shoved into the throng to 'take their proper place', or at least earn themselves one. All Rae could think of as she stumbled about in her awkward clothes, reeking of perfume, was that any male who would notice her would have to be drunk out of his mind. Little did she know how close of a reality it would become less than an hour from then.
She had been wandering about, trying her best to have a good time in spite of the usual jeers and verbal jabs, when suddenly she was confronted by a male of the richest house in the city. His gait and slurred speech betrayed his drunken state, and if that wasn't enough, he advanced on Rae, whispering garbled words of passion and foolishness. Suddenly afraid, Rae tried to back away and seek out her sisters, or any other solid rock of safety. Seeing her reluctance to respond to his advances, the male quickly became aggressive, and with Rae's slight frame, he had little trouble taking her to a darkened alley, where the throbbing sounds of celebration masked her screams.
It seemed an eternity before the fool had passed out from his own drunkeness, leaving a trembling and severely violated Alunrae to make her escape, clothes in tatters, jewelry flung away, tender skin scratched and bleeding from wounds when the male had been rough and even bestial, perfume mixed with the rotten scent of alley garbage and the distinct pungence of the male's evil deed. She jostled through the crowds in a fright, ignoring the stares she was gathering, and it was nearly the end of the day when she at last found her mother, gathering her doll-like brood to her. Still trembling, face streaked with tears, Rae flung herself into her mother's arms, the entire story spilling forth in a breathless and terrified babble. In spite of her mother's general coldness toward her daughters, seeing them only as a means of elevating the house status, she expected at least comfort, no matter how small a measurement.
Instead, her mother flung her to the ground with a stinging slap, showering her with spit as she vented her spleen at her youngest daughter, telling her how she should have done things differently. How she should not have resisted the advances of such a high-ranking male, drunk though he was. How she should have shown him her prowess in the alley instead of how high she could scream, never mind what little good it had done. How when he had passed out, she should have sheltered him until his family found him, therefore putting herself in the greatest possible position as a new consort. But no; she had to come running back like a sniveling little baby, ruining the entire venture because she was selfish enough to put her own interests above those of her house, what should have been her one true loyalty.
Rae had remained silent during the trip back to the house, but her long-nurtured hatred ran deep within her veins, and flared in her emerald eyes. She was gone from the house all day the next day, and that very night, she creeped around the house, and unleashed a pair of deadly centipede-like assassin bugs under the door of each noble's room, starting with her mother's. Satisfied that they had done their work, she then lit fires in strategic places in the house and simply left, never looking back as the minor house burned to the ground behind her.
That night, the drow known as Alunrae died with her house, and from the ashes rose simply Rae, who was free at last to do what made her happy, and before long had earned prowess as a pickpocket, and was enjoying life more than she ever had as a noble. She wears odd clothes because not only does it please her after all of the hateful garments she had had to wear in the past, but the cheerful mismatch hides each and every scar that had resulted from her self-inflicted wounds; reminders that stay safely tucked away and forgotten, as is the rest of her past.
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2009 9:14 pm
Gonna Frisk me, Are You? Lockpicks-
Rae has a grand total of about 30 lockpicks hidden on her person, from adorning her ears, to inside her boot heels, to even under her hair. Attempting to take the time to find them all is not recommended.
Knife-
A simple yet efficient knife, devoid of decoration save for a bright green pommel that matches her eyes. The question here is not where did she get it, but where was she keeping it? XD
Pocket Sava Game-
A small leather pouch that contains a slightly worn, foldable game board, one die, and two sets of pieces, one made of bloodstone and the other garnet. She usually uses it to perfect her strategies or cheat her way to a few coins, but recently it helped her to obtain something far greater.
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2009 9:22 pm
You Look Familiar..... Comrades
Drizdyn- Driz is....well he's the closest thing I can ever come to having as more than a comrade. He was supposed to bring me back to the thieves guild, but I bound him to me through my usual tricks, and now he serves me. I don't know if I can trust him a hundred percent, but in any case he's the drow I can trust the most, and the one that I am willing to trust the most. Silly man.....how I love him.
Acquaintances
Shi'nafay Ken G'eld- He is one oddball drow. He near about crushed me falling off a pile of coins in a treasure room I was robbing, and he seems to genuinely not know up from down, though his constant ramblings lead me to believe he might have some powerful ties that I could use to my advantage if I 'befriend' him, yeah?
Enemies
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2009 9:30 pm
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2009 9:37 pm
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2009 9:48 pm
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2009 9:57 pm
Scribbles and Bits Winning Entry
It all began with that damned mirror.
I honestly don't know what moved me to travel among the areas with houses that day; I'm more of a pocket and shop robber, yeah? But something I can't name had me loitering in that area, and I was just in time to witness a shady drow delivering a small mirror to the inconspicuous back door of a minor house, carrying it as though it might bite his fingers. My luck's like that, I suppose; right place, right time.
Needless to say I was curious enough to wait in the deeper shadows until the other had gone, and then I worked my magic on the door's lock and found myself inside. Finding the treasure room was easy enough; the drow in the house who had received the mirror was just rounding a bend at the other end of the room. It was a matter of following him and observing where he placed the mirror. Despite being surrounded by gold and jewels and all manner of trinkets, I was nervous about getting caught; I'm used to having lots of space to disappear to should someone see me. But my luck held out; there it was, right by the door, and conveniently small and light enough for me to just tuck under my arm and dash out with. As an afterthought, I also grabbed the scroll lying beside it; I figured why not; it looked expensive, yeah? Maybe I could sell it; I was never much of a reader.
Had I known the trouble that would have followed me, I would have left it there and made off with something else, but I had no idea at the time that I'd just made off with the very thing some high-falooting thieves guild had intended to steal from that same house that very same day. I didn't suspect a thing as I made my way out of the city and thought about what I would do with the mirror. I had thoughts about taking it to a specialist and finding out what I did. I never got the chance to find out.
I wasn't sure I was being followed at first, but after too many almost-seeing shadows and almost-hearing footfalls, I started using trick after trick to elude my synthetic shadow. No matter what he tells you, I made it hard for him. I used every trick I had, and I managed to keep him away for nearly a fortnight; once even long enough to hide the mirror, which I was certain he was after. I soon started to expect to see him there, like that elusive little ball of light that stays on your eyes for a few seconds whenever you're fool enough to look into a light. Sometimes I was even able to get close enough to him to see what he looked like. I'll say this; he wasn't hard to look at. He was so handsome, and his steely determination to get his hands on me only seemed to make him more attractive. Before it ended, I could honestly say I looked forward to seeing him there, just one step behind me, so near and yet so far.
When he finally caught up to me, it was actually a little sad. I had been so fond of our own private little game of cat-and-mouse; I guess a part of me had hoped that it would go on forever. Such is life, I guess; acts like it doesn't owe you a damn thing. He actually introduced himself as a bounty hunter for this guild, whom I had apparently invaded the turf of, and he was ordered to retrieve what I had stolen and bring me back.
Now I'm not the type to go quietly, yeah? I know there's always a way out of every situation, and I'm never opposed to giving the most idiotic ideas a try. At the very least I was going to give our game a good and proper ending. On a whim, I made a bet with him; I happened to have a travel game of Sava on my person, and I challenged him to a game. If he won, I would go with him without a fuss, but if I won, he would have to bind himself to me and do whatever I said until I saw fit to release him; like a battle-captive. I was surprised when he agreed, but once again I couldn't believe my luck. I was a top-notch Sava player, and by the look on his face, he thought he was the same. But I've never been very good at playing fair, and with a few clever slight-of-hand tricks and one spectacular dice roll, I managed to pull a win. I didn't crush him; he was still very good, but I would have surely lost if I had played fair. Hey, all's fair in the Underdark, yeah?
He actually kept his word, and wouldn't you know it; that moldy old scroll contained a binding spell. We put it to use, and I figured it was well worth it; now I have a bodyguard in case that guild sends anyone else, which they probably will.
And that's how we ended up together. He's still true to his word and bears his binding stoically, though I always try to squeeze a reaction out of him with relentless teasing and the occasional playful advance. To be honest, I'm really glad he's around, and I kind of hope that deep down, despite his not having much of a choice, he's glad to be with me. I honestly don't know how long I intend to keep him with me; at least until the heat's off in the other city, but I hope that when that happens, he might want to stay with me anyway, just because.
But no matter what the future might hold, I have a feeling that it'll end the same way it began; with that infernal mirror. It holds the key, but I'm still afraid to fetch it, knowing that that's what he's waiting for, and then I'm afraid it might be over between us. What's a girl to do, yeah?
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