Name: Szinzar Veszimolin Barrindar
Race: Drow
Sex: Male
Age: 168
Class/Job: Assassin
Description:
Biography: Szinzar was born and raised in Arnaniurd'held, a sprawling drow city in the deep dark. Thereafter he struggled against male cousins and siblings to be seen as more worthy in the eyes of the women of his house. The better they liked him, the more they would teach him about fighting and the better equipment they would trust him with. Eventually he earned enough favor to be trained properly as a rogue and a warrior. And it wasn't long after that before he was sent on "errands" for his house.
He proved remarkably efficient at gaining entry to the estates of other noble houses by seduction alone. As if his successes had confirmed his sisters' and mother's existing suspicions, they brought in members of a prestigious assassin's guild known as The Fangs of Lolth to train him. With his family's sponsorship, and the guild's approval of his potential, his training began.
The Fangs trained him from his youth and through his adolescence into adulthood. And his training included much field experience. Over time he was groomed into an instrument of seduction and murder. A black widow's black widower. No longer an Apprentice, he had become an initiate of the Fangs'.
Over time he became fascinated with the alien world of the surface. Not that he yearned to join it or sympathized with it, he simply couldn't understand it. An entire world of people who expected others to be trustworthy!? Honorable!? It was a wonder the whole place didn't colapse in on itself.
With all the interest one would expect of a scholar, he took as many contracts which lead him into the surface as he could. He has come to be familiar with much of the landscape and the customs of many parts of the surface world. Yet he still cannot grasp the nature of it. And even in places where there is open hostility towards Drow, he never fails to be astounded by the things they'll do for promises and a smile.
Now, as a journeyman of the guild, he is free to forge his own path until such a time as the Fangs of Lolth contact him to fulfill a specific contract. Unsurprisingly he has chosen to wander through the surface world. It only remains to be seen where the shadows will lead him.
Possessions:
- Light black leather armor enchanted to increase stealth.
- Quality lockpicking tools.
- A pack filled with ingredients, vials and poisons.
- Two beautiful, curved daggers with Lolthian engravings upon the metal. They have been Blessed by a Priestess of Lolth to make attacks come easier when wielded by Drow.
- A silver poison ring with the emblem of an orb weaving spider.
Demeanor: Szinzar wears a perfect mask of pleasantness and courtesy. He moves with grace and purpose. He smiles. He gives his word. He is perfectly capable of being absolutely charming. Yet these are merely tools. And this normal demeanor is worn over decades of casual abuse, cultivated malice and the sheer mercilessness of underdark culture. Can the path he walks now lead him away from the chaos in his heart? Or will his journey lead him further into scorn, resentment and all new dimensions of worldly evil?
