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Anwaar hid along the rivers thicket, the day was warm and the insects noisy. From the distance she could hear her older brother calling her name. As she loved her mother and brother above all, she would usually going running to them if they called, but not today, today she was hiding. It was a game that she saw some workers children playing a while back, when asked they said it was called “hide and go seek”. She wasn't sure how to play it, but then, apparently 'hiding' was the point of the game so she felt that it would have been a blunder to try to speak to the children hidden all around her. Today though, Anwaar was trying to help get her brother out of the house, he had been in there for far too long.
Being a half-blood of the family, from her mothers old-blood elf lord fling, she was an oddity. Noor, her mother, was once married to the third son of the king of New Terus, Amir. From the attack on Terus by Xananand, he had to go and help lead the armies at the young age of 16. He gained favor from the people for his bravery and actions on the battle field. Even after loosing the war and the political conflicts that continued, Amir was able to raise a family with the young daughter of a New Terus minor-noble. With the conflict and the building of the Wall in t
The first child born to the family was a boy, his name Karif, dotted upon by both of his parents he had all the training and experience needed to make him a good and honest man. His parents were happily married, and six years later they had another child, a girl, Aswaar. All was well for the family until 12 years later when Amir died, due to natural causes. The reports all stated the same thing, the family was a good one, but then internally, there were issues. As Aswaar grew, her non-human features emerged. Turns out the family was not all that of a happy one.
At 2, Aswaars hair was obviously not going to darken as many babies did, instead it only got lighter. At 3 her ears got a little point to them, at 4 her eyes showed the hint of green that neither her mother nor Amir held. Amir seeing all of these clues blamed Noor for her failings and her late night romance, ignoring the fact that he himself had been running down to the town to enjoy time with others of the opposite sex.
At first the disagreements were small. Late night whispers as to not wake the children. The arguments though remained the same, “why did you do it?” But the words got more complex. “Why an elf?” “Whats wrong with you? I provide for you”, “try living without me, but I will keep my vows”. The words got louder and the violence grew. More drinks were consumed, and the maids had to start working harder. Glasses would be thrown, carpets would be ruined, and the crack of the whipping rod would be heard.
The abuse was not limited to just Noor, Aswaar would be beaten just the same. The minute Aswaar started to hear the liquor cabinet open she would take off her shoes and quietly leave her room to where ever her father was less likely to find her. One night when things had gotten particularly bad she ran and climbed till she found a back room in the attic, even though it was the middle of winter it was still easier to cuddle in blankets somewhere safe, then down where he could find her. Becoming invisible, standing still and looking down, tended not to anger him. Hiding when he wanted to beat her did. However she was able to escape. Sneaking candles when she could and worn blankets being thrown away, she made her nook at the top of the house where no one would find her. Over the years, as her brother taught her how to read and write and the basics of arithmetic, she would bring books with her as well.
Fear ruled her life, but Aswaar felt safe with her brother and in her hidden room. She felt loved by her brother and mother as well, all the while growing up, through the abuse, her mother would tell her to hide, she sacrificed herself for Aswaar even though it was hardly ever safe to be with her. The drinking, stress and anger finally got to Amir at the age of 61 and he died in his sleep. The causes were natural but for some reason the family was happy. 5 years later at the age of 51, Noor died as well, Karif and Aswaar mourned for her loss.
Aswaar has never known her biological father and Noor never gave his name. The family still has a small fortune, the mansion taken care of and the servants all loyal. Karif found his calling in the academics, his inventions may even change the world he has even found funding with a group called ADMIN. But today, today he was locked in his study, disparaging for his mothers passing. And today Aswaar was playing, playing outside for the first time in the season. She knew how to survive, how to behave but it was all still so knew, her brother and her books can only explain so much. And thus, she joined with ADMIN as well, to follow and help her brother, but also to learn more about the world.
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Name: Aswaar
Class: Rogue - Survivalist
Age: 25
Sex: Female
Race: Half-elf/human
Trait 1} Bastard - You gain a +1 trait bonus on Sense Motive checks, and Sense Motive is always a class skill for you.
Trait 2} Friend in Every Town -You gain a +1 trait bonus on all Knowledge (local) checks and Diplomacy checks. One of these skills (your choice) is always a class skill for you.
Religion/God: Eritrice
Aswaar wants to explore, to know what the books actually mean and may be she may find out. Learning never stops, and Aswaar intends that it never does. Her history, while it may limit some, only makes her want to grow as a person, she's weary, nor is she too naive. She knows that there are bad people, but it can still be hard to spot them. Her childhood has made her quieter, she listens to those around her and watches their movements.
Money: 951 gp
Equipment:
Leather armor : Armor/Shield Bonus +2 , Maximum Dex Bonus + 6, Armor Check Penalty 0,
Dagger x2-
1d3
1d4
19–20/×2
10 ft.
Crossbow, light
35 gp
1d6
1d8
19–20/×2
80 ft.
4 lbs
Character Back story coming soon
"Greetings comrades. Eet seems ve haf lost ze flow of time und ze beginning haz bean lost to us"