Yvaine

Human Cleric/4

Character Sheet

Always known to hold her twisted rosary, barbed beads adorning a long chain.  This dark priestess of Zon-Kuthon is an odd addition to the group.

The priestess of Zon-Kuthon's background before arriving at Branderscar Prison:

Yvaine is originally from Nidal, daughter of an alchemist and a practitioner of "alternative" medicine: potions that send a rush a fever while they cure ailments, bloodletting, as well as surgery that uses the only anesthetic that adrenaline can provide...among other such things. A cruel reminder that pain and pleasure are two sides of the same dark coin. Her family and their craft was not only profitable, sought out by many, but accepted.

Her memories of home are pleasant, and yet a painful reminder of a society that may be considered unconventional to some, and dangerous to others that held much more clarity to its intentions. Yes, people use you to achieve their ends, but you do the same in return. There is no convention of generosity or false virtues of selflessness or altruism. Life is a series of transactions, you receive exactly what you are able to provide. You are of use or you are in the way. Power isn't granted, it is seized through hard work, cunning, and intelligence. The real enemy is one who advocates he isn't such.

That life was taken from Yvaine during her early teenage years (12ish). Young, vunerable, and naive, Yvaine was tricked and lured by a charming, yet deceptive individual and soon found herself within the clutch of seasoned slavers. Beaten, defiled, and forced into submission. Clothed in rags and made to resemble the filth they traded in. Out of a twisted cruelty, she was allowed to keep her holy symbol as a reminder that she should delight in the pain her new life would undoubtedly grant her.

Her captivity would soon be traded for something just as wicked, if not worse, as she would be liberated by the forces of Talengarde. Abandoned and without family, Yvaine, was taken in by one of the Mitra's orphanages. Only to face a new type of enslavement - neglect and and held just above the threshold malnourishment as well as strict discipline were favored practices of her new captors. For charity would never flow as freely to children that seemed beyond the reach of hopelessness.

Between the throws of puberty, being a child and dealing with very adult situations, and forced to sing praises and give thanks to a god she knew mocked in her torment, she naturally grew highly rebellious. Knowing her outbursts would lead to strict punishment, the one way she knew to give reverence and silent devotion (and ask for penance) to her true lord, Zon-Kuthon.

She was ultimately was forsaken by the church, as time proved she was no longer willing to be shaped and refused to pay homage to the divine lord. Thrown to the streets and left to make her own way. Her rage was set free and fueled her desire to show the pitiful, blind citizens of Talengarde how to submit. The paddle would soon swing the other way.

All of the money she was forced to beg for, and all of the words spoken by the faithful of Mitra ultimately would revel their collective failure - their weakness, the evil they traded in... this willingness to turn a blind eye became to great. They needed to be taught, a lesson in pain. She knew exactly how to plant such fears. She had planned it, yes, but for much longer than they thought.

She began to stalk her prey, a high-priest of Mitra, who lived in utter opulence. A lifestyle those orphans helped afford. She approached him one night within the sanctuary, beaten and disheveled, and took advantage of his lingering moment of confusion and dismay. Taking the scented oils used within religious ceremonies she doused him, and knocked him on top of the main alter adorned with lit candles. This is where things got away from her and instead of running, leaving and never looking back, she instead chose to watch as the fire consumed him. Guards were summoned and his burning flesh extinguished, although leaving a permanent reminder of the darkness about to penetrate this wicked city.