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// PrC Pale master // Level Split 10/10 // Pending CDQ Full Name: Eàmanë Sùrion Age: 130 Class: Sorcerer Race: Drow Alignment: Lawful Neutral Bio/Description: Eàmanë is roughly 5ft; she has dark skin and fair hair. She has little memory of her life, she doesn’t know where she has been for the last thirty or so years, just that she has been in chains as a play thing for most of this time. Eàmanë grew up in a place called Njest on the continent of Xantril. She was raised by an elven family although what happened to her real parents is not known. The family that took Eàmanë in knew that Eàmanë was different from other elves, yet the family could for some unknown reason not have children. The family knew that Eàmanë was a drow and that most drow are evil, but with this girl had no parents so maybe this lonely homeless girl would be different with there guidance. The family was very keen on teaching Eàmanë right from wrong, was brought up to have morals and learn. Her family told her that one of the most precious gifts she would ever receive would be knowledge. Her parents said that knowledge is what gives people power, without knowledge we can do nothing. Eàmanë had an excellent education and always used to excel at what ever she did. She would always look up to her family who would praise her for getting things right, and scald her if she went out of line. Although Eàmanë was good at learning and is good at approaching new skills, she did like to test the patience of others. Not to make them upset, but more too know who she was dealing with. She is a quiet person when she first meets someone. However after meeting someone and getting aquatinted she will try to get into that person’s head, to learn from them, to learn about them. Thirty or so years ago Eàmanë was adventuring around Xantril, she realized that this was a dangerous thing to do, but that added to the excitement. She would often receive mockery about her lineage, being drow, But she never understood why. She was making her way to Yhep in the far north east of Xantril when she was attacked by what seemed to be a small army. She tried desperately to escape but after running and hiding in the shadows eventually she was captured. After a long time being in complete darkness she awoke and found herself chained in what can only be described as a dungeon. She was terrified; she had never seen a place so full of pain and misery. Although she was not the only person there, there was an old man a human, also in the same predicament. The old man got to know the Eàmanë and began to ask strange questions. The old man saw a glow in her eyes, the type that you only see when someone has a natural abilty, an abilty to weild magic. Though he realised that she was unaware. Sure she was clever, but he sensed more, an aura that covered her. The old man asked if she believed that she could get out of this place with just mere words, words that would eventually make her stronger then evil that plagues the dungeon. Eàmanë looked at the man and decided that she had nothing better to do and with much doubt in her mind asked… how? The man said “I am a sorcerer, although I would like it if you kept that quiet in here. These people will make you suffer for the own pleasure. However when the time is right I will show them the true meaning of pain”. The old man saw a sparkle in Eàmanë’s eyes, the kind of sparkle that would give hope in dark times, the old man knew that this lady was a drow, but sensed that Eàmanë was different from the others, she didn’t have the aura of evil around her, she was polite and learned fast, the old man knew that he could not overpower the guards by himself; he knew that with the help of Eàmanë he may just be to break free from his chains, there was a chance that he could break free. Eàmanë tried to find out more about this man, and pursued with interrogating style questions, trying to find out who this man really was. He eventually said to Eàmanë, “I am what is most commonly known as a palemaster” Eàmanë had no idea what that was, and the old man explained that it was looked down upon by many, but in situations like this; you would wish for no one else. Another thirty years past and Eàmanë managed to tap into the ways of a Sorcerer, being able to cast light in darkness which she was completely amazed at. The old man noticed another prisoner; he was muscular and rough looking though at the same time he looked frail, Eàmanë noticed that the old man would keep his eye on him when ever the guards came in, he would constantly watch this prisoner. Eàmanë asked “why are you obsessed with that prisoner” the old man replied “when the time comes.. Forgive me”. The prisoner was hanging onto life by a thread; the old man and Eàmanë were clearly very weak. The guards came into the room again to get the pleasure, taking the muscular prisoner as there first piece of joy. The prisoner, after much torment died. The guards cut him free from the chains and left his blooded corpse on the floor while they attached another poor victim into his old chains. The old man, suddenly became enraged, talking an ancient language, and shouting at the dead man on the floor. Eàmanë got a little frightened; all of a sudden the blooded corpse rose to its feet, and started attacking all the guards, while this was happening the old man was in a trance like state keeping constant eye contact with the corpse. A guard rushed with a blade to kill the old man, Eàmanë sent a beam of frost from her elevated hands that knocked the guard out clean and again, Eàmanë was shocked that she could do this. Although she felt different now, she felt like magic was flowing through her. Once all the guards were dead, the corpse set the old man free, and he in turn set Eàmanë free. He looked at her and said… that magic is to be used lightly, if at all. The old man said a few strange words, and then just disappeared. After running for days, trying to get her bearings Idril went back to Njest, she found that her family had disappeared; she was distraught, what had happened? She decided that she would continue to learn more of this sorcery, she aspired to be like the old man. she was so influanced by the experiances with this stranger, she wanted to follow in his footsteps. She decided that she would find her family, if they were alive. She went to sleep, a sleep that she so much needed. She awoke in front of a dragon…… // The bio already states that she aspires to be like the old man in the dungeon
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