name: Bess
race: Illithid / Mind Flayer
pronounce: They/Them
class: Psionic Wizard / Puppeteer Wizard / Lore mastery
Background: Librarian / Bookworm

Facts -
~ Her name sounds like flutes and the roar of a chainsaw,Tonzethion, very hard to spell, so she say 'Bess' since that also is her first thrall she had.
~ Her favorite emotions and euphoria, hysteria and dread
~ She loves The Great Old Ones from H.P Lovecraft, she feels like she need to express herself through talking like them all the time.
~ Bess loves digging into knowledge and secrets, she mostly use her thralls to do her dirty work, their eyes gleaming in terror of opening books, specially dangerous ones, She dont mind using them for eyes, ears and speech either, her 'charm' and 'suggestion' are the most powerful ones she uses to make them do what she wants.
~Her former body was a simple drow maiden, its why she have such obsession over books, she also enjoy alcohol in weird fashion, experiments with liquid.
~ Bess always think tentacle porn is some sort of cooking show, you are certainly gonna get eaten if you ask her about it.
~She is very sensitive to sunlight, so she only comes out if there's rain or night time.
~ She works in Oryndoll Creative Creed


As she although know Christoph Adler well by the bookworm wise and showed him, she cant over hes beautiful collection even tho she have almost the same, She eagerly share her expressions of joy and over-excitedly storyteller Bess voices the chapters in the books. She cant get over it. She also share the thoughts of her home and other things but not as much as when she hang with albino Zinosk, whenever she looking over hes work and share thoughts and hobbies, She always says to him that he's the most gifted, adorable and precious illithid she ever met. even try her best to let him talk as much he want.
Jared and Bess are drinking buddies, she enjoy a few drinking and acting, knowing stuff. always fun. even though Jared seems to always win the drinking contests, she mostly just laugh it off.
Alsine Taurik have more serious conversations, She dont wanna join under hes wing and think hes is the most strangest illithid ever and she tells him that whenever he tries, they although share the same obsession over domination she wants a more friendlier ways to do so.

' Granny Bess '

In one of the region's largest cities there's a slum only populated by the most desperate people. An area were the daily dangers aren't fantastic beast or mythological horrors, but humans in the form of thieves, murderers and the like.
Run down houses. Vandalism and littering a rule rather than an exception. Fresh corpses moved away every morning. Dead either due to not affording the basic necessities, or due to walking down the wrong street or looking like they've got something of value.

In this slum lies a small street that stands out among the harshness. Mostly inhabited by young couples and old people doing their best to make their money last. A quiet street with little foot traffic. People only entering to visit relatives or because they know too little.

On this street everybody seems to like each other, help each other, and everybody seem to know Granny Bess. An old lady that apparently has lived there for a long time, and that takes good care of her neighbors. But everybody are shy to give any closer descriptions of her, and she's never attends local events. But still, everybody know Granny Bess.

Granny Bess enjoys calm and order, and any local gangs or trouble makers know all too well to stay away from the area. Younger thieves whom mistake this calm for an easy picking often end up found just outside the street dead and brainless. A reminder to be careful. Though not too careful, as her neighborly duties also keeps her alive.

This is the street of Granny Bess.
Nobody know exactly who she is, but everybody know that she takes good care of her street. Beware.

Theme song: Dangerous Heart - Nightclub
former host memories: the female drow was at the local pub with a dear friend of her she knew for a long time, its like he was her mate....so much drinking....the drow maiden following its friend though the cave, the male let her go though a narrow space in a strange temple, though a river canal, they fondle each other in a small hot spring, blushing she takes hes arm close to her heart, fast beating, blood flowing, he kisses her gentle and makes her feel so calm,..but suddenly turns into a illithid. the maiden ' i thought you...were my friend! ' the drow female frantically trying to get away but instead get mind blasted....


Former host memories: the female drow was at the local pub with a dear friend of her she knew for a long time, its like he was her mate....so much drinking....the drow maiden following its friend though the cave, the male let her go though a narrow space in a strange temple, though a river canal, they fondle each other in a small hot spring, blushing she takes hes arm close to her heart, fast beating, blood flowing, he kisses her gentle and makes her feel so calm,..but suddenly turns into a illithid. the maiden ' i thought you...were my friend! ' the drow female frantically trying to get away but instead get mind blasted....

Art by  EldritchSoldier
Artist words:
"To my beloved, I have encountered a most kindhearted and fantastical creature. She towered over me, and her many tendrils writhed unfathomably as I asked directions from her, yet her cool composure was marred by an innocence which I cannot fully describe. Of the most beautiful Elder Gods she was no doubt born, but within her I found no malice. Truly, this eldritch being stole not only my mind, but my heart as well!"