Marleeri Debal's page

[dice="Fortitude"]1d20+3[/dice)
[dice="Reflex"]1d20+1[/dice)
[dice="Will"]1d20+4[/dice)

[dice="Longsword Attack"]1d20+5; 1d8+3[/dice)
[dice="Longsword Attack, Two Handed"]1d20+5; 1d8+4[/dice)
[dice="Secondary Bite"]1d20-2; 1d6+1[/dice)

[dice="Cure Light Wounds"]1d8+1[/dice)

The woman before you is dressed in chainmail under a simple leather outfit with a skirt, and is bristling with weaponry. Her beauty is marred- or perhaps accentuated- by demonic features: a pair of curling horns, scaled extremities, a long sinuous tail that whips back and forth impatiently, and a pair of large wings. Shoulder length oddly purple hair drapes over a scarred, ruined eye and a cocky smirk is etched into her features, just above a thick red scarf.

Marleeri's parents are relatively normal, and live in a small town in Barstoi, Ustalav. Her father is a hedge wizard who makes a living off of crafting and selling minor magic items, mostly potions and scrolls. He specializes in a special brew he claims is superior to any healing potion, that regenerates your wounds before your very eyes. Marleeri's mother is an enigmatic adventurer. She's in and out of town frequently, but spends almost every moment in town with her husband. She's renowned as a great warrior, though nobody in town claims to have ever seen her fight, and rumors suggest she has magical powers and might have even slain a dragon.

Then Marleeri is born... and little changes. She's a beautiful, human, baby girl. Her parents were stressed before the birth, but are relieved. They live happily for a few years, with Marleeri's mother settling down. She still occasionally leaves for business. Marleeri's father tries to teach her magic, but she has no aptitude for it. She grows incredibly slowly.

On her 6th birthday, disaster strikes. Scales grow from Marleeri's flesh around her hands and feet, a sinuous tail extends from her spine, and a small pair of horns erupts from her brow- she is clearly a tiefling, though her demonic nature has manifested late. Her mother is out of town, and the superstitious villagers are horrified. Marleeri is sequestered away, and her father is taken by a mob, tried for dallying with demons, and promptly executed. Marleeri is left imprisoned while they decide what to do with the abyssal child. Her mother returns, and learns about what happened in her absence. In a rage she abandons her disguise and reveals herself to be a succubus. She reclaims her child, and in the process leaves a large portion of the town in flames.

But Marleeri's mother is afraid now. Her child has been damaged, her innocence tainted by the murder of her father and the sight of her mother killing and destroying. She doesn't think she can be a good mother alone, so she leaves Marleeri with the only people she can trust to teach her daughter properly, and hopefully not to hate her for what she had done, but to understand her; the heretical cult of Nocticula.

Now she's made her way to Kenabres, with intent to join the crusaders and battle against the Worldwound.

In three words: Optimistic, Naive, Loving
Marleeri follows the doctrine of a cult of Nocticula worshipers who (correct or not) believe Nocticula to be in the process of redeeming herself. Her philosophy boils down to a few key points:

• * Life is to be enjoyed to its fullest. Boundaries are important, but must serve a purpose.
  
• * Harming others, especially for one's own enjoyment, is unacceptable. Harm must be tempered with a pure purpose.
  
• * All beings possess a spark of good in their heart; they simply must be willing to draw it out.
  
• * Darkness can conceal good as easily as it conceals evil.
  

She is willing to grant mercy to almost anyone, but understands the regrettable necessity of fighting and killing. Marleeri is touchy about people 'slandering' Nocticula, and no longer tells people what deity she serves unless asked directly. She's affectionate with close friends, and thinks of physical contact as a good way to bond. Superstition frustrates and annoys her. Marleeri knows she's no scholar, but still wants to understand things that perplex or confuse her.

Excited and passionate about Nocticula... behind closed doors. Marleeri is afraid of people hating her, and worships in secret. She won't lie if someone asks her, but she's hesitant to be honest about her faith.

Knows little about the outside world. She had the opportunity to read about it and learn, but never got around to it. On one of the rare occasions she ventured far from the Cult, she lost an eye to a group of thugs who targeted her for being a tiefling.

Cult of Nocticula - Family
Raised Marleeri and Nymira after their father's death and their mother's withdrawal. Mostly humans, half-elves, half-orcs, and a few halflings. As a result, most of them have outgrown the sisters or are nearing the end of their lives.

Not trusted by most people, due to her demonic heritage.

"I've been blessed with a good, if impure, heart. It's my responsibility- my privilege- to help others on their path to redemption."

"The demons of the Worldwound have crossed a grave line. They have an infinite world to themselves, but they greedily claim what is rightfully Sarkoris'. They slaughter indiscriminately, they seek to corrupt the minds of the righteous, and they continually march towards future, greater evils. They must be stopped- and if my words cannot halt them, then my blade will. I go with fury in my heart, but mercy in my soul."

"Nocticula has a reputation as a terrible force of evil. As the first of the succubi, one would certainly expect so. But her actions do not speak to me as those of one committed to destruction and oppression. She fights the other demon lords, slaying them and imprisoning their souls where they cannot be recovered, and according to my knowledge strives for redemption. To be better than her demonic identity would suggest, to feel the intrinsic desire to make others feel better. Much must be done for a being forged of evil to find redemption- but if a demon lord can seek it, I cannot deny it to anyone."

"You're an all powerful wizard, hm? You watch my back and maybe when this is all over we can play 'Binder and Demon'."