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Majash was born into a stereotypical cunning and ruthless House. It was a large family of kill or be killed with little regard for the consequences. Even the twin brothers were at each other’s throats. Majash was different at birth, though. While his siblings’ skin were all varying shades of grey, he was born with only the faintest hue of purple. His eyes were also pure black. A new thing happened on the day of his birth. The family came together to try and kill him for his differences. However, his mother saw his difference as a new opportunity. She was convinced that his difference was a prophecy from their God, after all there was no genetic reason for his difference. As far back as she could remember no one in her family had anything close to these features.

Her protection extended into his early childhood as he grew. She taught him how to defend himself, how to be ever aware of his surroundings, and most importantly to value no one but himself and her. He began to manifest some magical prowess, which only further confirmed his mother’s belief that her son was a profit. Again, no one in her family ever showed a knack for magical ability. As Majash grew, it became clear that he was different, but not in the way his mother had hoped. He started showing signs of compassion; as much as it can be shown in someone of his lineage. He still held the ferocity she taught him, but it was often directed at situations where the strong were attacking the weaker. This horrified his mother above all else. Even the slightest inclination to save another did not fit into her concept of her son as a profit. She began to do everything she could to break this compassion from him. She refused to believe his difference could be anything other a sign from their God.

For years this continued, his magical talent grew, her every effort to break the compassion, and he never wavered in his tendency towards good. Fastidious disbelief soon turned to rage in his mother as he reached his adolescent years. What she refused to believe was his skin was so much lighter than his siblings because he was by nature closer to his ancestors who fought for good above all else. Subconsciously she was slowly coming to this conclusion, and the punishments for showing compassion began to shift closer and closer to attempts to kill him. While the skin tone could be explained by his penchant for good, the eyes were still a mystery until the day Majash stood up to his mother.

Earlier in the day a man from a neighboring House was about to kill a child from a rival house when Majash stepped in. Now, he had been training hard for his entire life and possessed more strength than is usually found in his peers. He had no trouble breaking the aggressor’s arms, then proceeding to beat him into unconsciousness allowing the child time to escape. This was the last straw for his mother, she unsheathed her sword and came at him shrieking. He was hunched over his victim mid-blow when he heard the shriek, full of bloodlust…a bloodlust that had been growing in him for over a decade. It was finally here that the truth of his unusual eyes came out. Considering his family had never been overly concerned with genealogy somewhere along the way it was forgotten that the family bloodline had been corrupted by a demon. It had been over a millennium since this corruption had manifest.

As his mother dashed towards Majash intent on putting her sword through his heart, he turned his head to look at her, and he began to smile. He seemed to faintly twist into the appearance of someone else, but it was so subtle that if you were to glance it could have easily been missed. What couldn’t be missed was how his smile grew. His lips began to split at the corners up to his ears. As the grin grew his teeth began to sharpen, to take on the shape of a serpent’s fangs. She could see his raised fist that as ready to make the final strike against his pinned target start to change as well. It shared the same illusion of twisting as his face, but the end result was a demonic claw. The sight was horrifying, but she barely staggered in her charge fueled by the anger of a belief shattered. He stood and turned to face her as she ran. He appeared calm, never losing that hideous grin. As his arms hung at his side, slowly flexing and relaxing his hands, bright blue ooze began to run down his arm from under his sleeves leaving small rivulets on his hands and fingers. If one were to look closely they would see that the ooze was on fire with the smallest of blue flames. It also had a potent smell that could be described as nothing more than death and rot. Small flaming droplets were forming at his feet when she finally got to him, still shrieking with her sword raised. He moved with unholy speed grabbing her sword wrist and throat simultaneously, and lifted her from the ground. Her skin where the rivulets contacted began to sizzle, and she became instantaneously fatigued. She dropped her sword, unable to hold the grip any longer. His hold wasn’t tight, but it somehow sucked all of her strength from her. His grin held and she tried to struggle, but she could barely move. He finally spoke in a raspy, deep voice that was not his own, “Hello, mother.” Her eyes grew wide realizing that all along she was right: he wasn’t her son, he was something else entirely.

He tightened his grip around her wrist until it shattered. She faintly heard the snapping of her bones, but it was almost as if it was happening to another’s body. Her vision was locked on his face as he pulled her close, a serpents tongue came from his mouth and licked her cheek before whispering in her ear, “My God sends his thanks for bringing me to life.” She realized that all of the years of punishment over the years brought this possession to life. This was the last thought she had before he closed his other hand around her throat closing her airway and snapping her neck simultaneously.

The inner demon, Venthe, dropped her lifeless body like a rag doll, looked around at his pile of destruction, and was pleased. He could see that the other victim was still breathing, but unconscious. He raised his hand with his fingers dangling over the drow. He smiled again as the ooze dripped from his fingers to the man’s face. As the drops hit his face that familiar sizzle was heard. More and more droplets began to fall and as each one hit his smile grew larger until the man’s head finally burst into flame. Venthe chuckled and walked back to Majah’s family’s House. Horrors ensued throughout the night. Nightmare and madness were the only words that could be used to describe what happened that night. The following morning Majash awoke on the doorstep of the now dilapidated house, and made the decision that night to leave the his realm forever dropping his family name and start anew.

Over the years Majash worked on mastering the disguise so he could exist in other lands without being constantly recognized for his lineage. He also studied the people of other lands to learn their language. It didn’t take him long to realize that his heritage made him the target of violence and fear. He kept to the shadows and avoided humanoid contact as much as possible. This never changed his compulsion to protect the weak, always trying to overcome the bloodlust he felt inside. Venthe hadn’t manifested since he left his homeland, but Majash could feel that the demon had rested long enough. He fought hard to be good, to help the innocent, but each time he did violence would ensue speeding Venthe’s awakening. Majash knew the manifestation was inevitable, but he had been working over the century on limiting Venthe when he came. He knew he would never be able to shut down Venthe once the bloodlust took hold, but he could at least dampen the influence. The test would come soon enough, and Majash could finally see if all of his meditation was enough. It is here that we join the misbegotten hero…

1. 5 essential things about the background:
-Very ashamed of his bloodline
-Hides/disguises his true race as best he can always
-Overcompensates good to make up for his evil bloodline AND race
-NEVER wants recognition for doing good
-Alter ego is a pure manifestation of Lamashtu

2. 2 goals for the character
-Do good at all times to make up for the evil he commits with the alter ego
-Find a way to banish the demon bloodline

3. 2 secrets for the character
-He will weep for those the alter ego slaughters after the fact when he thinks no one can see him, even if thing slaughtered is an evil being
-What Majash doesn't know is that one member of his family survived the slaughter, and is out for revenge against him

4. 3 people tied to the character
-Friendly: One is an orphan child, Malias, who he found an adoptive parentage outside of Cheliax walls in a good home. The orphan intends to try to find Majash again to return the incredible good favor he gave the boy.
-Friendly: One is a maiden, Amathelah, whom Majash saved from imminent rape who later caught a glimps of Majash's true face seeing that he is Drow, and instead of being afraid she was compassionate to his work counter to his race. However, she doesn't know about the inner demon.
-Hostile: One of the twins that is Majash's brother survived the slaughter of his House who is out to take his revenge on Majash and lives for nothing else.

5. 3 memories
-His first days on the surface world dealing with the blinding sun and learning people's horrific reactions to Drow. The reactions being everything from running and shrieking in fright to attempts to murder the Drow. This memory was formative in his current personality of trying to hide everything about him and stay out of recognition at all times.
-The feeling of helplessness and terror when Venthe first manifested, and how little Majash he could do to stop the actions all while being taunted by the demon in his own head.
-The first person he helped instead of harmed in some way. It was the boy, Malias, and how he could see the complete and total change in character of the boy with something as simple as connecting him with a family Majash once met on his travels that he knew would take care of the boy.