Post by Kynovve on Sept 1, 2014 17:37:49 GMT -8
Kynovve of House Bera'lut
Who do you work for?:
Self employed (independent)
Theme song:
"Stars" by Switchfoot
Physical/Psychological Description:
Kynovve is spiteful as shown in his pools of deep crimson eyes that his life has been a harsh one, one that was fought for. Dark ashen skin is surprisingly left unmarked by scars though small red tattoos in honor to the god he worships play along his triceps. Short kept white hair keeps his work more efficient, and the only jewelry his has are a necklace soul shard piece encased in metal around his neck and some magical enchanted rings.
Playby :
Drow Brothers by Altana
Age:
195
Gender:
Male
Race:
The Gods Made Me A Drow
Height:
5' 5"
Weight:
115
What is it you're looking for?:
Heterosexual
Hooking up?:
Single
Class::
My Profession Is Rogue
Languages:
The languages I speak are Drow
Statistics:
The numbers you have to chose from are 18,16,14,14,12,10. Each number can only be used once.
Strength: 12
Dexterity: 18
Constitution: 10
Intelligence: 14
Wisdom: 16
Charisma: 14
Drow: +2 Dex +2 Cha, -2 Wis (not factored in)
Dexterity: 18
Constitution: 10
Intelligence: 14
Wisdom: 16
Charisma: 14
Drow: +2 Dex +2 Cha, -2 Wis (not factored in)
Abilities:
Innate: Knock, Stealth
Purchased: Alchemy lv. 3, Use Poison, Balance, Sleight of Hand, Invisibility lv.1, Swift Alchemy
Purchased: Alchemy lv. 3, Use Poison, Balance, Sleight of Hand, Invisibility lv.1, Swift Alchemy
Weapon(s):
An ebony short bow and matching arrows, a dagger from his home land
Transportation:
By foot
Disposition to the Law:
Lawful
Alignment:
Evil
Phobias:
Xenophobia, Kakorrhaphiophobia- Fear of failure or defeat
Obsession:
Gaining respect (with Drow)/ infamy with others
Vice:
Greed
Virtue:
Patience
Background:
Upon his birth Kynovve and his younger sister were treated well. His father was a fairly wealthy noble of House Bera'lut. The name translates to "Slave-Shackle", and it was the work these dwarves, humans, and other elven slaves did among agriculture that brought in most of Kynovve's childhood comfort. Often times he watched as the slaves were put to work or caged away on the edge of the large plantation and didn't think twice about them. Humans specifically, he was taught, were weak, filth-ridden, and not worthy of acknowledgement.
Due to a deal gone south, however, his father lost it all in a matter of days. No longer did his family name hold weight in the House, his wealth vanished, and the renown amongst the clergy (which wasn't much to begin with) was stripped from him entirely; as a result, these conditions sent his family packing with the poor neighboring village of Drow to less fertile soil where the crops they grew were less than fruitful. The living they made was hard, but it was during this time that Kynovve seemed to flourish. More time was spent outside amongst the other Drow children alongside his sister. In the span of a night, however, Kynovve awoke to the screams of his parents. Snow elven mercenaries were sent to storm their shack to collect from their payment that Kynovve's father lacked; as a result, both his parents were brutally murdered. The young child had no choice but to watch in horror as he hid upstairs, only walking down after the men had left. To make matters worse, he walked outside to greet the entire village razed to the ground, and he discovered his gravely wounded sister. No other idea presented itself; thus, the boy shoved a dagger deep through her chest despite her gurgling cries. With no longer a reason to remain here, he did the only thing he could. Kynovve left and never looked back.
Every day was a challenge on its own, and it was some months in that he overheard about a group of Drow bandits terrorizing the area; through subtly the young elf found his way into the infamous company, though reluctantly accepted at first. Luckily however, the ringleader took a particular liking in Kynovve's swift feet and deft hands. Being small allowed him advantages the rest couldn't accomplish--sneaking into the cities of other non Drow and stealing a larger amount of goods in less time. As payment he was given food for the week. Though all the thieving had started to get to Kynovve's head some, and his curiosity was unable to keep him from exploring the abandoned ruins and caves surrounding their campsite. He smuggled several enchanted artifacts, and was proud of himself...until the bandit leader caught wind of it and took his coveted objects away. Over the few shorts years (about 2) that followed this continued--the woman in charge of the operation becoming progressively more and more greedy, and giving less fair treatment to her members. Kynovve was being gipped on a multitude of occasions, not receiving half of what he knew the items he stole were worth (in food, of course), or the crime lord would simply not follow through with her end of their bargain and collect the material anyhow.
It was the last job, a dangerous one concerning a soul shard piece that shattered the bandit group for good. Kynovve was sent to be in charge of fetching the item, which he did with some quiet reluctance, for he was raised to respect the whims of female Drow. Unknown to the boy, the woman had all the time been selling off the objects pilfered to fences and shady customers interested in black market items, gaining a vast sum of income. Upon returning with the item in question, Kynovve was knocked out and left for dead, winding up once more alone on the streets in a city where no one knew or cared to know his name--and it wasn't until a little while later that he discovered how much that suited him. An individual garbed in black revealed himself before elf the night after the accident, offering a great opportunity and otherwise welcomed the child into his Family with a smile and the gift of a deadly dagger. Many years passed as the fold of assassins terrorized the public under the blankets of day and night, one job of which held great significance to him.
The aged teen knew something like karma existed--or he was at the very least convinced. Perhaps his gods had something to do with it, for he was given a contract to deal with a retired criminal. It turned out to be none other than his former boss, who after all that time still wore the shard piece necklace. No mercy was given to the woman, even after she had realized who he was. In her agonal breathing she watched him walk away with the necklace powerless to keep death at bay.
However, the sanctuary he called home... had been purged. Every member he had grown accepting of were now dead. It was, according to the man that had hired him, protocol for someone in their ranks breaking the laws set before their guild. Kynovve had finally had enough. He abandoned the one place he called something close to home in several decades, to carve a new path. Taking the clothes on his back, his bow, and dagger, the rogue set off for anywhere but there.
Due to a deal gone south, however, his father lost it all in a matter of days. No longer did his family name hold weight in the House, his wealth vanished, and the renown amongst the clergy (which wasn't much to begin with) was stripped from him entirely; as a result, these conditions sent his family packing with the poor neighboring village of Drow to less fertile soil where the crops they grew were less than fruitful. The living they made was hard, but it was during this time that Kynovve seemed to flourish. More time was spent outside amongst the other Drow children alongside his sister. In the span of a night, however, Kynovve awoke to the screams of his parents. Snow elven mercenaries were sent to storm their shack to collect from their payment that Kynovve's father lacked; as a result, both his parents were brutally murdered. The young child had no choice but to watch in horror as he hid upstairs, only walking down after the men had left. To make matters worse, he walked outside to greet the entire village razed to the ground, and he discovered his gravely wounded sister. No other idea presented itself; thus, the boy shoved a dagger deep through her chest despite her gurgling cries. With no longer a reason to remain here, he did the only thing he could. Kynovve left and never looked back.
Every day was a challenge on its own, and it was some months in that he overheard about a group of Drow bandits terrorizing the area; through subtly the young elf found his way into the infamous company, though reluctantly accepted at first. Luckily however, the ringleader took a particular liking in Kynovve's swift feet and deft hands. Being small allowed him advantages the rest couldn't accomplish--sneaking into the cities of other non Drow and stealing a larger amount of goods in less time. As payment he was given food for the week. Though all the thieving had started to get to Kynovve's head some, and his curiosity was unable to keep him from exploring the abandoned ruins and caves surrounding their campsite. He smuggled several enchanted artifacts, and was proud of himself...until the bandit leader caught wind of it and took his coveted objects away. Over the few shorts years (about 2) that followed this continued--the woman in charge of the operation becoming progressively more and more greedy, and giving less fair treatment to her members. Kynovve was being gipped on a multitude of occasions, not receiving half of what he knew the items he stole were worth (in food, of course), or the crime lord would simply not follow through with her end of their bargain and collect the material anyhow.
It was the last job, a dangerous one concerning a soul shard piece that shattered the bandit group for good. Kynovve was sent to be in charge of fetching the item, which he did with some quiet reluctance, for he was raised to respect the whims of female Drow. Unknown to the boy, the woman had all the time been selling off the objects pilfered to fences and shady customers interested in black market items, gaining a vast sum of income. Upon returning with the item in question, Kynovve was knocked out and left for dead, winding up once more alone on the streets in a city where no one knew or cared to know his name--and it wasn't until a little while later that he discovered how much that suited him. An individual garbed in black revealed himself before elf the night after the accident, offering a great opportunity and otherwise welcomed the child into his Family with a smile and the gift of a deadly dagger. Many years passed as the fold of assassins terrorized the public under the blankets of day and night, one job of which held great significance to him.
The aged teen knew something like karma existed--or he was at the very least convinced. Perhaps his gods had something to do with it, for he was given a contract to deal with a retired criminal. It turned out to be none other than his former boss, who after all that time still wore the shard piece necklace. No mercy was given to the woman, even after she had realized who he was. In her agonal breathing she watched him walk away with the necklace powerless to keep death at bay.
However, the sanctuary he called home... had been purged. Every member he had grown accepting of were now dead. It was, according to the man that had hired him, protocol for someone in their ranks breaking the laws set before their guild. Kynovve had finally had enough. He abandoned the one place he called something close to home in several decades, to carve a new path. Taking the clothes on his back, his bow, and dagger, the rogue set off for anywhere but there.
Zodiac Sign:
Scorpio, if he believed in a zodiac
Do you have what the vamps like?:
O+
Kynovve believes in his own Drow gods, as he sees any human gods as fake.
