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Name: Koli Ahrah
Species: Wood Elf
Age: 110
Gender: Enigmatic
Sexuality: You wish, darling~
Class: Druid/Rogue
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Artist: https://www.facebook.com/queenbirds00/
What's this? A character not named after food? Scandalous!
My excuse is that this character was made for D&D, not FA. So there :P
A sassy, charming assassin who loves talkative company, mischief, and murder.
Struggles to make long-term friends, on account of all the pranks anyone "lucky" enough to accompany Koli has to endure. But that's okay! New people are more interesting anyway.
Made for a Waterdeep: Dungeon of the Mad Mage campaign.
From their character sheet, here's their backstory:
My mother was an elven Moon Circle druid living alone in a mountain forest. Despite following the
way of the Moon, she lacked talent for shapeshifting, and could never manage anything but a
squirrel.
One fateful day, she witnessed a young wolf cub being chased by a vicious elven bandit. Seeking
to save the cub from a cruel fate, she ran out to challenge the bandit before she could even think.
She stood no chance against him, and was brutally beaten and raped. She escaped by turning into
a squirrel while the bandit basked in the afterglow, but only once she was sure the wolf cub had
gotten away.
Several months later, I was born. Despite the traumatic circumstances of my conception, my
mother loved me as she loved all innocent creatures. She raised me to be a druid of the Moon, like
her. But unlike her, I possessed a natural aptitude for shapeshifting, becoming all manner of
woodland creatures with an ease that must have created a maelstrom of pride and envy in my
mother's heart.
Many years later, my mother encountered my father again. And by his side stood a majestic wolf.
The very same wolf my mother had tried to save. From my hiding place nearby, I saw something in
my mother snap. The light of infinite kindness flickered out of her eyes for just a moment. She
attacked my father with a furious scream, and her throat was quickly torn out by the wolf she had
sacrificed so much to protect.
I should have been sad, distraught, angry. Instead, I was numbly aware of the logic of the world
sliding into place. Like an optical illusion finally becoming clear, I realised that the natural world
didn't operate on the morality my mother had preached. Good and evil were meaningless terms to
an animal, and we were all animals. Protect & kill, that's all there was.
I followed my father back to his camp, where a large group of bandits were set up. I watched. I
waited. And then night after night, I picked them off. First, their guard wolves were mauled by my
bear hands. Then each night after that, a silverfish slipped through their fence under the cover of
darkness, briefly turned into an elven child to stab a sleeping bandit, then back into a bug to slink
away into the night.
After a few nights, the fear grew too strong amongst the remaining bandits. They fled the camp,
headed for a nearby town. And I followed. And struck again. They split up. Easy pickings. The final
target was to be the hardest: my father, being elven, did not have the mortal weakness of sleep to
take advantage of.
It was at this point that I was approached by Nido, a half-elf master assassin. I could hide from the
bandits, but I couldn't hide from him, and he had been watching me. He was impressed. He gave
me guidance on taking out my father, and then proceeded to train me as his protege.
Now, a hundred years on, Nido is feeling the stings of age. He acts as my contact for finding jobs,
and he is proud that I will carry his legacy far into the future.
Though I think it won't be long until it becomes my own legacy. I've been contracted to kill
someone hiding within the Undermountain. If I come back with his head, I'll prove myself to be a
legendary assassin that no-one can hide from.
Species: Wood Elf
Age: 110
Gender: Enigmatic
Sexuality: You wish, darling~
Class: Druid/Rogue
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Artist: https://www.facebook.com/queenbirds00/
What's this? A character not named after food? Scandalous!
My excuse is that this character was made for D&D, not FA. So there :P
A sassy, charming assassin who loves talkative company, mischief, and murder.
Struggles to make long-term friends, on account of all the pranks anyone "lucky" enough to accompany Koli has to endure. But that's okay! New people are more interesting anyway.
Made for a Waterdeep: Dungeon of the Mad Mage campaign.
From their character sheet, here's their backstory:
My mother was an elven Moon Circle druid living alone in a mountain forest. Despite following the
way of the Moon, she lacked talent for shapeshifting, and could never manage anything but a
squirrel.
One fateful day, she witnessed a young wolf cub being chased by a vicious elven bandit. Seeking
to save the cub from a cruel fate, she ran out to challenge the bandit before she could even think.
She stood no chance against him, and was brutally beaten and raped. She escaped by turning into
a squirrel while the bandit basked in the afterglow, but only once she was sure the wolf cub had
gotten away.
Several months later, I was born. Despite the traumatic circumstances of my conception, my
mother loved me as she loved all innocent creatures. She raised me to be a druid of the Moon, like
her. But unlike her, I possessed a natural aptitude for shapeshifting, becoming all manner of
woodland creatures with an ease that must have created a maelstrom of pride and envy in my
mother's heart.
Many years later, my mother encountered my father again. And by his side stood a majestic wolf.
The very same wolf my mother had tried to save. From my hiding place nearby, I saw something in
my mother snap. The light of infinite kindness flickered out of her eyes for just a moment. She
attacked my father with a furious scream, and her throat was quickly torn out by the wolf she had
sacrificed so much to protect.
I should have been sad, distraught, angry. Instead, I was numbly aware of the logic of the world
sliding into place. Like an optical illusion finally becoming clear, I realised that the natural world
didn't operate on the morality my mother had preached. Good and evil were meaningless terms to
an animal, and we were all animals. Protect & kill, that's all there was.
I followed my father back to his camp, where a large group of bandits were set up. I watched. I
waited. And then night after night, I picked them off. First, their guard wolves were mauled by my
bear hands. Then each night after that, a silverfish slipped through their fence under the cover of
darkness, briefly turned into an elven child to stab a sleeping bandit, then back into a bug to slink
away into the night.
After a few nights, the fear grew too strong amongst the remaining bandits. They fled the camp,
headed for a nearby town. And I followed. And struck again. They split up. Easy pickings. The final
target was to be the hardest: my father, being elven, did not have the mortal weakness of sleep to
take advantage of.
It was at this point that I was approached by Nido, a half-elf master assassin. I could hide from the
bandits, but I couldn't hide from him, and he had been watching me. He was impressed. He gave
me guidance on taking out my father, and then proceeded to train me as his protege.
Now, a hundred years on, Nido is feeling the stings of age. He acts as my contact for finding jobs,
and he is proud that I will carry his legacy far into the future.
Though I think it won't be long until it becomes my own legacy. I've been contracted to kill
someone hiding within the Undermountain. If I come back with his head, I'll prove myself to be a
legendary assassin that no-one can hide from.
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