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Millan · 01-29-06, 10:04 AM

Name: Millan
Age: 25
Class: Rogue
Race Human
Alignment: True Neutral
Deity: Branderback
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 110lbs
Hair: Black
Eyes: Black

Bio:

At fifteen my father married me off for some silver and a keg of ale. By sixteen I had a daughter. My daughter died from what the local priests called "an uncureable plague". Better put, my husband spent all his silver on a maid to cook and clean... I mean on me... and we didn't have the coin to save my daughter's life. Rather than work, my husband slept with every filthy he could find until one of their husbands cut his throat for it. I wish I could only find the man who killed my husband. I am not sure if I would thank the murderer of my husband today for saving me the life of guilt I might have endured had I killed my husband myself...or thank the man for helping make me who I am today.

"So you ask who I am Drow? My name you say? You may call me Millan. You paid for my drink and I said for a silver I shall tell you why I have no husband, and I did. If you want to know more, then we shall speak first on the matter of the job you have for me. For this is the reason we met in this tavern in the first place."

*With a slight bow*
"I am Daralith. The job? I wouldn't call it a job. As you can see I am new to these parts and know very little of your race, outside of what I been "taught". You spark my curiosity and I am willing to pay for information you have to provide. Information of who you are. I have heard much of your skill with that dagger and even more about how you handle the local males of this community. You remind me of home."

*laughing softly*
"Then you will wish to bed me? I think not Daralith. I do not need your coin that bad. I tell you what. You will pay for this meal, keep my wine glass filled, and if I am still able to tolerate you I will weave you a tail like no other. One of my life with a blade."

*A meal, a few too many drinks, and hours later*
I had not seen my 17th year yet when my husband died. After his death his debt collectors came to collect from me. They burnt my home down, stole my animals, and when they were done with me, the leader of the group threw a dagger at my side and said, "You should do yourself a favor and use that to slit your throat".

"Instead of following his sound advice, I picked the blade up and placed it in my boot. Rather than wait for the coins I swallowed to come out the other end, I made myself sick and washed them off. There was word of a band of mercs recruiting people and willing to train them. They took me in without question. I excelled with this dagger and it wasn't long before I moved on from the mercs. I found myself here in these streets by the age of twenty. What I have done sense then, is none of your business, nor is what I am going to be doing now. I thank you for the potatoes and the wine. Now if you will excuse me..."

01-29-06, 10:04 AM	#1
Millan Giant Join Date: Jan 2006 Posts: 80 Thanks: 3 Thanked 1 Time in 1 Post	MIllan (new pc) Name: Millan Age: 25 Class: Rogue Race Human Alignment: True Neutral Deity: Branderback Height: 5'6" Weight: 110lbs Hair: Black Eyes: Black Bio: At fifteen my father married me off for some silver and a keg of ale. By sixteen I had a daughter. My daughter died from what the local priests called "an uncureable plague". Better put, my husband spent all his silver on a maid to cook and clean... I mean on me... and we didn't have the coin to save my daughter's life. Rather than work, my husband slept with every filthy he could find until one of their husbands cut his throat for it. I wish I could only find the man who killed my husband. I am not sure if I would thank the murderer of my husband today for saving me the life of guilt I might have endured had I killed my husband myself...or thank the man for helping make me who I am today. "So you ask who I am Drow? My name you say? You may call me Millan. You paid for my drink and I said for a silver I shall tell you why I have no husband, and I did. If you want to know more, then we shall speak first on the matter of the job you have for me. For this is the reason we met in this tavern in the first place." With a slight bow "I am Daralith. The job? I wouldn't call it a job. As you can see I am new to these parts and know very little of your race, outside of what I been "taught". You spark my curiosity and I am willing to pay for information you have to provide. Information of who you are. I have heard much of your skill with that dagger and even more about how you handle the local males of this community. You remind me of home." laughing softly "Then you will wish to bed me? I think not Daralith. I do not need your coin that bad. I tell you what. You will pay for this meal, keep my wine glass filled, and if I am still able to tolerate you I will weave you a tail like no other. One of my life with a blade." A meal, a few too many drinks, and hours later I had not seen my 17th year yet when my husband died. After his death his debt collectors came to collect from me. They burnt my home down, stole my animals, and when they were done with me, the leader of the group threw a dagger at my side and said, "You should do yourself a favor and use that to slit your throat". "Instead of following his sound advice, I picked the blade up and placed it in my boot. Rather than wait for the coins I swallowed to come out the other end, I made myself sick and washed them off. There was word of a band of mercs recruiting people and willing to train them. They took me in without question. I excelled with this dagger and it wasn't long before I moved on from the mercs. I found myself here in these streets by the age of twenty. What I have done sense then, is none of your business, nor is what I am going to be doing now. I thank you for the potatoes and the wine. Now if you will excuse me..."