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 Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 11:45 am
Name- Larsoir Adulaema
House- Noquaniyl [Rank 4th]
Position- Matron
Class- Priestess
Stage- Jabbress
Location- Guallidurth
Age- 166
Family
Ethequiri'zyl -sister
Zestyrr'une- sister
Relationships/ Patron
open to plot?
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 11:57 am
Larsoir (Binding sight) Ardulaema (Divine hand)
Larsoir's Past
Larsoir's zeal was spurred by an incident from her youth. She was in charge of instructing her young brother, a rare albino who would be useful in their surface world plans, but one day he escaped from the House and has not been found since. Needless to say, this grave loss put Larsoir in a situation to work all the harder to please the Matron and save her own skin.
Personality
Larsoir is a very strong and determined individual, she lives with conviction and a strong superiority. She can neglect others as so unimportant but she tries to keep herself ahead of their reactions. The matron is passionate. Her lovers are many, though she goes from one to another as if easily bored or otherwise distrustful of developing any routine.
Larsoir has a gentle voice, but don't let it mislead you. Larsoir has great capacity to be vicious at one moment and almost casual and friendly with members of her house the next. She is well known for speaking her mind and being upfront with the truth, but her rivals of course say that it is simply difficult to tell when she switches to a lie.
In a word- Powerful. Determined. Fickle. Exacting.
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 2:12 pm
The mask which Larsoir wears is called the 'Widow's Gaze.' For the price of having it fuzed to her very bone, Larsoir has gained several abilities specifically beneficial to her interests.
These abilities center around sight to give her masked eye new power. Larsoir is obsessed with tracking drow, using her network of spies, and expanding command over other races and the weak or heretical. Because of this obsession, she is not a stranger to going to the surface and her mask's effects vary from underground to above.
Trace
The main ability allows tracking of a person after some trace (usually hair or blood) of an individual is affixed to the mask. Larsoir can see a trail as if the target is leaving behind a phosphorescent glow or a stain in the air. The trail will fade and is more difficult to track in some areas than others- ie if a person generates a dark trail and Larsoir is tracking them in a dim cavern.
Sunlight
Her sight is very strong and difficult to confuse either by brightness or darkness. With the mask Larsoir is able to go to surface and see clearly without any pain in the sunlight.
Eyes in the back of your head?
Her mask will direct her vision at times, entering the matron into a heightened state where her reflexes are greatly enhanced. The effect of this varies, from a slight tip to look at the door or an extended bout during a fight. Its onset, she fears, is becoming strong enough lately to control her actions- like a blood lust Larsoir fears the Mask might be causing her to start the fights it aids her in. Although it is clearly a strength for her, this ability is always limited to how fast Larsoir can physically react to the stimuli.
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 2:22 pm
The Noquaniyl House
Larsoir, as Matron of House Noquaniyl, heads a powerful force that focuses a lot of energy on fulfilling several key tenets which they believe Lolth holds for all drow to work towards. Power over other races. Rule over the weak. Destruction of enemies of the Spider Goddess. Larsoir, like her mother before her, is not at all satisfied with the power their House has gained over other drow. The House encourages a range of skills and tests every member with missions to the surface. Matron Larsoir uses a reaching network of informants, hired drow, and house members to pursue the trails of heretical drow runaways.
The House Noquaniyl operates a band of 'hunters' as they call them made of surface raiders, assassins, spies and warriors. The Ardulaema (Divine Hand) is known for hunting and facing elves and escaped drow on the surface. Some of the band are House members and some are only hired associates. Surface spoils are more than enough to fund the ruthless band of drow.
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 2:24 pm
 Whom Larsoir has met
PM for roleplay!
A Demanding Job: Divintra; Akki [x]
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 2:25 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 2:27 pm
A Matron's Story
Larsoir rapped her fingers across the small folded parchment sheet on her lap. She hadn't decided just yet what was to be done with its contents.
"Matron," it was addressed, "I have gathered this for you myself here in the lower reaches of a small enclave near Llurth Dreir. The albino has been hiding here for a while I believe and it was difficult to get near without making extensive use of a cover identity. It was successful enough that I am still in fair contact with the target and am easily capable of staying in this city in watch as long as is wished. Darxune is dead. I will await word."
With the words, a small bit of hair had been folded up in the paper. Some white hair from her target. The albino szarkai.
She knew this szarkai was the not the one she had lost long ago. Her brother. But this one, if she could manage it, would be just as useful. She would need more information about this House or whomever was guarding this albino first. Larsoir was growing frustrated.
The mask had fallen upon her like a hot weight that made her anxious. There was only one thing to relieve it. Service. She saw more clearly with each passage of the guards around her halls and with each flare of the flames in the pits that this mask was never really hers. She was Lloth's more than the mask was hers.
But the power.
It had been seen that with each depth she sunk, a new glory would emerge in the gloom.
A hot glow flushed across her face. She tensed and breathed in without a sound- the feeling made her hold her breath and wait for it to pass.
A scream. Was it her own? Suddenly her vision darkened as if the mask held no power and her right eye was covered. She ran to a mirror across her chamber. There was no mask.
Larsoir's adrenaline carried her through the next few days.
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