Kreylo

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Kreylo

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Name: Kreylo
Race: Earth Genasi
Height: 190 cm
Appearance: Onyx skin, blue sapphire like eyes
Distinguisheable features: Large scar on his neck, is very bulky and stout. Cannot speak, if necessary uses simple words written on a clay tablet to communicate.

Personality:
Somewhat amoral and without principles, He enjoys not being on the bottom of the food chain in drow society, although He is indeed very conscious of the status of non drow. Does not mind bullying other races as that is a step above the slave rabble. Does not care about religion and politics to the point He will not even be aware of the internal politicsof his employer, simply for lack of interest.
Will serve to the best of his abilities, as long as the pay is good, or until He has found something better, which, given his withdrawn nature, is not something He will actively seek to do.
He is of average intelligence, but lacks foresight, and tends to forgive past wrongdoings rather easily if He feels someone is his friend. Can also be easily duped at times.
In case of a conflict He much prefers to resolve the issue by force, He detests long drawn arguments, and does not reflect very profoundly, prefering going by his instinct and gut feeling.
Has a fetish for gemstones, enjoys collecting, polishing and admiring them. Also is a very heavy drinker and eater. Will often drink and eat his wages. Overall He is not unhappy in the Underdark, He has never known any other life and lacks any means of comparison. Feels comfortable in caverns.

Background:
Brought in at a very early age to Guallidurth, a drow city beneath the Calim desert, Kreylo has no recolletion of any childhood. Sold as more of a curiosity, than for any practical use, He was brought up as slave, servant, court jester, depending on the fancies of the ruling house. Kreylo was constantly bullied by the drow, and then by the larger slaves, wether ogres, minotaurs or bugbears.
To survive, He learned to be reverent to drow, and vicious with the other slaves. Brawling eventually became a way of life, aided by his ability to take in large doses of punishment, as well as strength, eventually earning the fear of the lesser slaves, and grudging respect of the house drow.
Often sent to the front, as any slave fodder, He would always come back, even if badly hurt from any skirmish. Never taught in warfare, He became acustomed to a style of combat that emphasized his strength and endurance, either outlasting his opponents, or crushing them outright.
And so, for a few years life was actually good for Kreylo, with better food and treatment than other slaves, but also escaping notice from the drow, males and priestesses alike. As long as He did as He was told and kept the slaves in line, Kreylo did not care about the rest. He could take the occasional punishment from the priestesses, and the duality and double crossing of drow in general, as a mere fact of life. They enjoyed torturing him physically and emotionally, but He would endure, and sometimes lash out on anyone beneath him, feeling this was the proper hierarchy of life.
Uncaring about the drow politics, Kreylo was barely aware of life in the city outside the compound. but drow society is never static, and one cycle, a lower house finally made its move.
As darkness fell all over the compound, He had his throat slit by an assassin, even before He realized He was there. Kreylo fell to the floor, amidst the confusion of the battle, trying desperatly to cling to life, but slowly He lost consciousness. He woke up to a house, ransacked and destroyed, everyone dead or missing. Despite no knowing about politics, one thing He had learned: noone survives after an attack, there can be no witnesses.
As such He fled, still bleeding from his throat, into slums, where He would eek out a miserable existence, fearfull of assassins that would come to finish the job. Scrounging food from the waste bins or stealing from other rothe, eventually entering small pit fights arenas. Unable to communicate other that by hand gestures, He would often be mistaken by a simpleton brute, which frustrated and angered him.
It was here that He would meet and drink, with a drow commoner, who would propose to be his agent, essentially promoting him for better paid fights, in exchange for the earnings. Things were looking up cycle by cycle, an almost mutualistic relationship developping between Kreylo and the drow.
But this drow eventually sold him out, as Kreylo had kept his old house collar with insignia, for practical reasons, his name engraved in the metal. Slavemaster and house soldiers came wether to take or kill him, He was unsure. Escaping into the streets, He raced in a mad dash to escape is pursuers, eventually reaching a place where a caravan was entering a portal. Barreling is way through, He crossed the portal and reached Sshamath.
Penniless, jobless, and hungry, He desperatly looks to survive in this strange city rule by mages instead of priestesses of Lolth, hopes to eek out a living and prosper in this new environment, hoping his past will not catch up with him again.
Forever thankful and amazed at all the hard work of DMs, developers and staff that kept running and improving the server over the years.

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