Description
Quickly you notice a wiry little figure. As your eyes
focus on him, you can make out a calico skin tone all
over his body. Patches of ebony, gray, and leathery
brown, his lineage is easily discernable as mixed.
Only standing about five and a half feet or so tall,
you take in his presence, noticing the sharp curvatures
to his facial featurs, his hooked nose, and most of all
the callous impression behind his cold crytal blue eyes.
Role
Cast out.
Added Fri Apr 28 07:56:46 2006 at level 9:
A raging roar bellows out from a home off of the Trade
Road of Galadon, within the Magistrate Quarters.
A large, stout man comes raging out from the home,
roaring in a violent fit of rage and fury, as his
wife has just given birth to his first child.
His roaring cries of betrayel and anger drown out
the wails of the innocent newborn. One of the Tribunal
Captains quickly makes his way over to the home, trying
to do what he can to calm down the newly made Tribunal
father.
Inside the home, the Magistrates human wife lay there,
broken, and bleeding to death, as her newborn child lay
there without her arms, and without his fathers love.
You see, Crustappo had pointed ears, and his skin was
patchy of ebony, gray, and leathery brown shades all
over him. Clearly, the Magistrates wife was impregenated
not by himself, but an unknown dark-elf whom he had
no idea was ever in his wifes life.
no idea was ever in his wifes life.
Now, as the mother lay there dying, as most human
mothers whom cannot bear to bring birth to drow blood
without dire consequences, his father looked on in
horror, yet with callous.
Walking away, his father never looked back, even as
Crustappo's mother lay there dying, and he crying for
food. A local townswoman took up the child, seeing
as no one would have anything to do with him. She forged
a small cradled raft of pines and straws, laying the
halfblood child within it, and setting it adrift
upon the Galadonian river, where Crustappo slowly
faded from view down the currents of the river.
Growing hunger.
Added Wed May 3 07:38:11 2006 at level 17:
. More than forty years ago, a halfblooded bastard
was sent adrift, defenseless, alone, sent away to die.
From this very act, this condemned birth child, ended
his life so as it had only begun.
Perhaps it was the survival instincts of his drow
blood, or perhaps even the growing hate inside of the
child, for even then he knew, his own kind would not have
him, the humans sent him away, and the cave dwellers
would enslave him. Somehow, through a long, ill remembered
childhood, Crustappo survived.
From as youthful as he can remember, it was the
blood of the weak, creatures whom he could kill on his
own, that sustained him. As he began to find himself
at one within the wild terrains, his hate for his past,
and his thirst for blood, to wreak in life, what he
believed was his suffering in death, whence he was
very so created.
Crustappo began to see himself as a tool of
destruction, letting it overcome his fears and
desires, his driving force to continue. Crustappo
continues to explore this lust, and with every fresh
corpse he butchers his meat, he feeds his
ever growing hunger, hunger for more.