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 Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2008 12:50 pm
The Assassin's Journal
Unless you are staff, please do not post without Kayakurai's permission~
[ under construction! ]
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2008 12:51 pm
Lose control... ------------------
XX The Introduction
XX The Navigation
XX The Assassin
XX The Past
XX The Portraits
XX The Known
XX The Possessions
XX The Pets
XX The Lyrics
XX The Memories
XX The Credits
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2008 12:52 pm
Increasing pace... ------------------
Name
XX Vas'ryna Kil'rahel
Age
XX 124
Gender
XX Female
Height
XX 5'11"
Stage
XX Ilharres
Rank
XX Velguk (cut-throat)
Mate
XX none currently
Personality
XX Ambitious. Serious. Alive.
Vas'ryna is a Drow bursting with ambition, which can really make her personality. She is willing to step on people to get what she wants, no matter what the nature. If she's set her mind on it, she'll surely get it. She is serious about much of what she does, and it shows. If someone happened to crack a joke at a crucial moment she would be Not Amused. Another part of her personality is that she's alive. Despite being a woman in the Drow society, Vas'ryna can see things just as they are, and sometimes even questions them, though definitely not to the knowledge of many, if any. She takes life in her hands and holds onto it - she is a vivid woman and will more often than not use that fact to her advantage. In any case, your first impression of Vas'ryna would likely be plain evil, but this assassin happens to lay claim to quite a few layers when it comes to personality.
Likes
Killing
Poisoned darts
Dislikes
Doubts
Deep thought
Fears
Her questioning of the world getting out
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2008 12:53 pm
Warped and bewitched... ------------------ Vas'ryna was born into the house of Kilrahel - currently the eighth house in the Westdark - as the second daughter. It was, all things considered, a basically normal situation for a Drow to grow up in. As she grew and came of age, she made the choice to become an assassin and she went through the training gladly, possessing an aptitude for knives and eager to take on the job. Of course, the art of murder soon sobered her eager manner and when she finally became a full-fledged assassin she was no longer quite as childishly enthusiastic. Instead, she took on her job with a austere precision, killing quickly and silently in the darkness of the tunnels forming the Underdark, taking the grim satisfaction that only an assassin can from his or her work. Throughout her coming of age and becoming an Ilharres she has seen much of the Underdark, and many of its people. Nearly unbeknownst to her she has come to oppose the seclusion of her race. Not that she will ever say so. Not that she will ever go to the surface. All in all, Vas'ryna's beliefs are truly muddled, though she loyally serves her clan and pays heed to Lolth. She has made herself into a woman she doesn't quite know, strong and yet holding almost foolish insecurities. Still, despite everything, Vas'ryna has worked hard to make herself a respectable woman in the Drow society, quite convinced that doubts of customs and religion will somehow melt away soon enough. Such things are not to be disputed in the minds of any respectable Drow from Vas'ryna's point of view. As for Vas'ryna's relationship with her family members, she is very fond and loyal to her mother(matron of the house, a healer), one of the reasons she finds her questioning of things really rather obtrusive. Among her siblings she has few close ties, the closest among her sister, a priestess in training, and, though more subtly, her brother Triel'aun, an up and coming necromancer. Her family is not particularly entwined as far as relations and feelings for one another, but with them she puts slight trust, perhaps for no reason other than the fact that one could quite possibly go rather insane with the concept of complete, complete untrust. In more recent history Vas'ryna has taken one mate thus far, though when she felt his use had run out not much longer after she'd had him, she slayed him, as is not very uncommon in that kind of situation. Vas'ryna does not completely disrespect Drow men, though she tends to closely follow most Drow customs, agreeable or disagreeable.
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2008 12:53 pm
Intention erased...
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[x] [official artwork for Vas'ryna's Ilharres stage; lines and coloring by Bechard]
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2008 12:54 pm
Whatever they say...
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[ under construction; some family relations are to be put up soon ]
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2008 12:55 pm
These people are torn...
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[ under construction ]
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2008 12:56 pm
Wild and bereft...
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XX Vas'ryna owns no familiars as of yet
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2008 12:57 pm
Assassin is born... ------------------
Song
XX Assassin
Artist
XX Muse
War is overdue
The time has come for you
To shoot your leaders down
Join forces underground
Lose control
Increasing pace
Warped and bewitched
Intention erased
Whatever they say
These people are torn
Wild and bereft
Assassin is born
Oppose and disagree
Destroy demonocracy
Lose control
Increasing pace
Warped and bewitched
Intention erased
Whatever they say
These people are torn
Wild and bereft
Assassin is born
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2008 12:58 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2008 12:59 pm
Destroy demonocracy...
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The Drow and the Underdark © Gary Gygax
Shop concept © Shosetsu
Vas'ryna’s art © Bechard
“Assassin” lyrics © Muse
Banners © `Tuchai
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2008 12:49 pm
Here we are, my friend. Here we are, again. Alone in my mind, floating along with the nothingness. It is nice. So very nice. Yet who am I to write these things? Where am I, really? Ah, in my room. Just in here. No one's lifeblood to drain. I dislike this constant thinking; these invading thoughts running chaotically through my mind. This is why I write here, now. It is a move of utter evasion.
I do not want to go out. Those with heartbeats numbered are not going to get a glimpse of me. Nothing to do. No one to kill. Could this be boredom?
Vas'ryna got up from her bed, closing the intricately-wrought journal and throwing it down carelessly. She sauntered out into the hall, looking to a servant who just happened to be caught in the way of her and what she wanted. "Where is my brother?" The assassin questioned without much patience, brushing a hand through her hair. She listened to the servant reply that he was out and immediately started stalking in the other direction, letting a small snarl escape her lips.
So that fool of a brother's necromancy was more important than HER? Vas'ryna smashed a vase and watched the porcelain shatter with obvious satisfaction. "Surely someone has angered someone else," She assured herself, calming down. "I think I will search one of those angered beings down. Or perhaps I will grow angry myself." She mused, pondering the thought for a few moments before leaving, going to escape the dwelling in which her family was situated.
Out she went now, out into the West Dark, to Guallidurth. She would find someone to kill; someone who didn't deserve life. That was how the assassin would spend her day. There wasn't much more to it.
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2008 5:51 am
Her crimson eyes were sharply defined in the darkness as she lurked in the shadows and parted her matching lips to utter a small sound of anger and frustration. She had been crouching here in wait for her victim and had been rigid and alert for hours, but the Drowess was slowly letting her guard down. Vas'ryna's muscles were strong, but not even her muscles freely agreed to being tensed for hours in a row.
"Damn it." She muttered angrily, standing and working to loosen her creaking muscles. The dart barely missed her. Vas'ryna watched the weapon bury itself in the rock wall she'd been crouching by with disdain before pulling out a dagger and throwing it almost carelessly in the direction the dart had flown from. She heard a cry of pain and smirked, bringing out a star and throwing it for good measure. The poison on her weapons would kill within a few minutes at the most. "I'm not that easy to kill." She murmured smugly, though the seeds of uncertainty had been sown.
She'd grown dull, hadn't she? Dull and a fool. Her utter confidence would be the death of her if this continued. She had to stop this; it would be a stupid way to die.
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 1:24 pm
Today I surrendered. To scum. Is it such a simple matter to get me to back down? I could see I didn't have the advantage. Was it smart or foolish of me to leave? I know my pride is gravely wounded now. The only way to fix this may be to kill that fool. Magic is a useless thing. All that matters is true power, which I have.
I worry now, though. Triel'aun has been accused of treason. He has come to me and insists he is not guilty. I believe him. I must. My brother is loyal to Lloth as well as this house. He would never betray us! It's impossible. He would never give information to another house as mother suspects. Never! I know my brother and while he uses magicks I know he has power. I know he can control the dead. Indeed, the belt I wear was a gift from him.
I favor Triel'aun. He is no traitor. I would know.
Wouldn't I?
XX Vas'ryna Kil'rahel
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 2:55 pm
This is all ridiculous! Triel'aun has now been confined to his room by the matron. I know he can't be guilty. He is loyal to our house! He has told me what things he can do with his necromancy and I trust him! He can bring power to us, the Kil'rahels. He has told me. I must talk my mother out of this foolishness; we need the power. We need to grow and up our ranks!
Sometimes it tempts me to just see if I can sneak into her chambers and murder her in her sleep. Murder her and take her place. The thought gives me a rush of adrenaline, but could I? Would I? Is this what I believe in?
Of course it is. She is doing what is not best for our house. She's going to rip the house of Kil'rahel apart! We will soon lose our influence in Guallidurth altogether. I cannot stand by and let this go on. I must find a way to kill our matron and take her position. I must and I will. I know it. I can ask Triel'aun for his help, for surely he would help me after the injustice our mother has done to him. I must keep our name alive and influential in the Westdark.
XX Vas'ryna Kil'rahel
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