∞ Name ∞
Mizzirilian Taeliah'Rizo (MIZ-ee-real-lee-an TEH-lee-uh Ree-zoe),
though she prefers Mizzy so she won't choke on all those syllables.
∞ Gender ∞
Female
∞ Age ∞
164
∞ Alignment ∞
Chaotic Evil
∞ Race|Species ∞
Drow
∞ Height ∞
5' 5"
∞ Weight ∞
120 lbs
∞ Physical Description ∞
Short and slender, and despite her cries to the contrary, Mizzy paints the portrait of a rather fragile creature. Diminutive even for a Drow, she stands well below the average loft for her race, a fact she laments. While she does not spend her time with her neck craned toward the heavens to hold a conversation, she's well aware that her eye line sits well below most average individuals she runs into. Granted, talking to especially tall folk for an extended period can lead to some uncomfortable neck cramping. She also possesses the heft to go along with her frame, which is to say she has very little. Mizzy's basically all skin and bone, with little patches of muscle here and there bred through a mix of genetics and use.
Shocks of alabaster white frames a pale gray face with hues of blue. Her skin is that of a Drow's, in case she ever forgets, with an ashen tone and light blues rounding out her palette. Her hair is a stark white that pours down past her neck and tapers off somewhere along her shoulder blades, if it's visible at all underneath the hood of her cloak. When it does meet the light of day (or night, considering) it's kept meticulously clean and well maintained with a faint scent of something sickly sweet. Her eyes are a vibrant pinkish violet color normally, though they can take on a rather sinister crimson when she sees in infrared.
Mizzy's face is a pretty thing. Its shape has a certain rounded quality bereft if many, if any, jarring edges. The roundness extends to the shape of her eyes, which are wide and always watching. Likewise, her lips are full and are usually painted in a light violet shade. Mizzy always tries to look her prettiest, after all. Tattoos are among these features as well. Colored a in a darker blue, these tattoos frame her eyes and brow, with a single line extending from her bottom lip to her chin. Hers is not a particularly warm face, but she can make it appear quite inviting when she wishes.
Her dress consists of dark garments (because Drow) and hooded cloaks. These hoods are almost constantly pulled up during the day in order to help shield her eyes from that blighted sun. Even with the hoods, it's difficult for her to lift her head up past the horizon. She also tends to choose garments that are generous with her figure, though she tries to keep as much of her skin covered as possible during the day because sunburns are a bitch. Though diminutive, she strides like someone twice her size, and confidence oozes from every fiber of her being. Her cockiness can be immediately evident in the smirk that often graces her lips. She seems a woman who will not take to being looked down upon. Figuratively, at least.
∞ Personality ∞
A taker at her very core, Mizzy was never given anything in her life, and everything she has, she had to take for herself. These experiences have caused her to become an entirely selfish individual. Her heart does not bleed at the thought of others and empathy is for the weak. She does not care of what others may or may not think of her, caring about them only so far as to what they can do for her. An emotional tight ass, Mizzy does not allow anyone to peer inside her heart-- if she even has one. That being said, she does understand these feelings that others possess, enough to know how to bend them to her will.
Mizzy's an intelligent woman, always thinking of her next course action, not to mention plan b's and c's. She's a woman who always has a back up plan for her back up plan, because if things go right the first time, something is obviously wrong, because life is never that simple. Clever to boot, she's a proponent of working smarter, not harder. If there's something to be done, you can bet Mizzy will try to find a way to do it in the easiest and most efficent way-- which usually involves liberal use of the undead. Still, she's smart enough to know that necromancy is rather... frowned upon, so she hides the fact rather well, calling herself just an ordinary sorceress. Though suspicions still arise due to her nature as a drow. Racists.
The default personality that comprises Mizzy is one of scathing deadpan sarcasm and dumb jokes. It would appear that the woman takes nothing serious, and nothing is too sacred to make a dumb joke about. In fact, she can almost be called friendly, though if someone does something stupid, she has no qualms of calling it out. Though her moral compass is rather skewed and despite all the doom and gloom, she can best be described as happy go lucky, though the smile that's on her lips always has a mischievious tilt to it. She seems to lack ambition, seemingly satisfied to live life day to day with no major plans for the future.
Seemingly. It's difficult to tell what those pretty lips aren't telling you.
∞ Equipment ∞
Necromantic Tome | A rather large, if unassuming black book that can always be found by Mizzy's side. It's light for its size, able to be opened and read with one of Mizzy's hands. The book is kept together rather well, though the yellowing pages give away its age. While it has no words printed on the cover or spine, the words written within are not in the common language. Along the margins on a number of the pages are notes written in the same language as the rest of the book, though these bear Mizzy's handwriting. One would need to know the language in order to make full use of the tome.
Silver Dagger | A small cutting implement for a number of uses. The metal is tarnished somewhat, and specks of crimson can still be found within the flowery engraving near the hilt, though it's not necessarily meant for self defense. Though as a Drow, she is trained in its usage, and can be dangerous with it in hand if she's pushed into it. If given the choice however, she'd much rather just keep it for sacrifices.
Hand Crossbow | This is meant for self defense. A small handheld crossbow, its range is nothing impressive, and the penetrating power behind the bolts leave much to be desired. However, that matters little when a dose of poison is applied to the tip of the bolt. Mizzy possesses an assortment of poisons to coat the tips, each with a various effect. However, she's careful with their use, as she's just as vulnerable to them as anyone else, and the ingredients are rather difficult to come by.
∞ Mounts ∞
None, though if necessary and the opportunity arises, she can raise the corpse of a mount to ride. Or demand a piggyback on an ordinary corpse. Sometimes, walking is just to tiring.
∞ Abilities|Skills ∞
Necromancy | In the hands of skilled necromancer, the dead are far more dangerous than they ever were alive. Mizzy is one such necromancer, though considering the predjuices and superstitions surrounding the practice, it's not fact she advertises. It's an art she keeps secret, practiced in the dead of night away from prying eyes and loose lips. As a necromancer, she is able to raise the dead from their slumber and bind them to her services. With enough time and concentration, she is able to raise nearly anything that has been alive at one point or another.
Illusions | From projected images of herself to hiding things in an invisible veil of magic, Mizzy is also well versed in the use of illusory magic. She is able to cast spells that alter the senses of those around her. From making them see things that aren't there and not seeing the things that are, to misdirection with sounds and scents, the spells are not dangerous on their own, but still find their use in her skillset.
Harm Spells | A branch of her illusions, she's able to cause her target to feel and illusionary pain. The spells do not leave any lasting harm and are rarely fatal (unless of course the target has a heart attack), but can be used as more distractions to allow her a speedy escape if things do not turn out her way. The effects of the spell varies with the target, of course. Those with a higher pain tolerance can bare the brunt of the spells better than if they had a lower threshold.
Dark & Infrared Vision | Abilities that all Drow possess, Mizzy has near perfect dark and infrared vision. She's able to see even better at night than she does during the day. If the moonlight strikes her eyes in just the right way, they give off a violet luminescence. On the other hand infrared vision grants her the ability to make out the heat signatures of everything around her, but this causes her eyes to turn a crimson shade of red.
∞ Disadvantages|Worst Skills ∞
Physcially Weak | A physically intimidating creature, Mizzy is not. She's built more for speed and intelligence than strength and power. Brain over brawn, she cries. A strong enough bonk is enough to put her out on her back. She understands her shortcomings, so standing toe-to-toe with someone in a bar fight is out of the question for her. Instead, she'd rather have others fight her battles for her, whether they be living or dead.
Bright Lights | Though she's much better about it than when she first reached the surface, the sun still sizzles her corneas. In the daylight hours, if forced into them, she can be found with the hood of her cloak pulled taut over her head. When that's not enough, she often shifts to her infrared vision, and while detail washes out in a bloom of reds, oranges, and yellows backed by cool blues, it's still better than her eyes burnings. On a side note, Mizzy also tends to sunburn easily, and she takes the effort to try and cover as much skin as she can from the daylight sun so she doesn't crisp.
Selfish | She's a nasty one. Mizzy only thinks of herself, and how her actions will affect her and only her. Early life in Mal’Erith has taught her that the only one she can depend upon is herself, and that nobody is willing to help her but herself. Note, this can also be used against her, as she leads a rather mercenary lifestyle. It's not difficult to get her to do something, so long as she gets something she desires in return. It also paints her as a sort of a loner.
Preparation | Due to her skillset, she is strongest when she has the time to prepare before hand. To be caught unawares and empty handed is to be caught dead. To that end, she always ensures that she is prepared for any and every outcome she can think of.
∞ History ∞
The story of Mizzirilian began in the darkness of the pitch black Mal'Erith. Well. Maybe not pitch black, there may have been candles. Still, as a Drow, she was raised with a purpose. The house of Taeliah'Rizo were considered minor nobility, an off branch of the ruling family. Mizzy likes to say that it basically made her a princess, but she was perhaps the furthest thing from the throne. Not only behind the royal family, but half-a-dozen siblings and a number of aunts and uncles as well. The Taeliah'Rizo family was a rather large one, one steeped in magic. So it came as little surprise when little Mizzy developed magical powers of her own. It was either that, or becoming an assassin. Even from a young age it was clear that Mizzy was going to be small-- and attribute that would lend itself well to the art of assassination.
But no, she became a sorceress. At first, her studies, along with her basic education, consisted of tutoring in the spells of harm and illusions, taught by her aunts and uncles. They did not better her for her own gain, however, but the gain of the family at whole. She was merely a cog in the machine of many pieces, to be used for all that she was worth. It was something she knew from an early age, and she too developed the mindset. It was used or be used, and she wanted to be the one doing the using. She accepted their tutoring without complaint, and found herself on the receiving end of many of the spells she was learned, to better know them.
However, she was merely learning many of the spells others already knew. To keep on the path, Mizzy would do nothing to differentiate herself from the rest. That is where necromancy came in. Where others shied away from the practice due to the superstitions surrounding the dead, Mizzy saw an opportunity. She began to practice on her own, and it was only when she managed to raise a (admittedly large) rat from the dead, did her family realize. Though some of them disapproved, the rest saw opportunity. The Taeliah'Rizo did not dream small, and one day they wished to rule Mal'Erith themselves.
Events conspired against her, and she was accused of treason and exiled. While it was true her entire family conspired against the royal family, Mizzy was given as a scapegoat, and she spent the next few years of her life alone in the pitch black caverns of Mal’Erith. Eventually, she decided that life on the surface would bring less days of gigantic spiders attempting to eat her face and came to see the sun for the first time in her life. It nearly blinded her. In the years since, she has coped with the sun, and lived life as a sort of nomad, moving from town to town taking on mercenary work when required, and periodically robbing graves for both the dead, and the trinkets they were buried with to pawn off in the next town.
It seems that she doesn't have much of a plan for the future, though if asked she'd nonchalantly reveal that she'd enjoy a little revenge on her family for casting her out like they did. Still, it comes off as general musings. Earnestly, all she really wishes is to get through the next day.
Mizzirilian Taeliah'Rizo (MIZ-ee-real-lee-an TEH-lee-uh Ree-zoe),
though she prefers Mizzy so she won't choke on all those syllables.
∞ Gender ∞
Female
∞ Age ∞
164
∞ Alignment ∞
Chaotic Evil
∞ Race|Species ∞
Drow
∞ Height ∞
5' 5"
∞ Weight ∞
120 lbs
∞ Physical Description ∞
Short and slender, and despite her cries to the contrary, Mizzy paints the portrait of a rather fragile creature. Diminutive even for a Drow, she stands well below the average loft for her race, a fact she laments. While she does not spend her time with her neck craned toward the heavens to hold a conversation, she's well aware that her eye line sits well below most average individuals she runs into. Granted, talking to especially tall folk for an extended period can lead to some uncomfortable neck cramping. She also possesses the heft to go along with her frame, which is to say she has very little. Mizzy's basically all skin and bone, with little patches of muscle here and there bred through a mix of genetics and use.
Shocks of alabaster white frames a pale gray face with hues of blue. Her skin is that of a Drow's, in case she ever forgets, with an ashen tone and light blues rounding out her palette. Her hair is a stark white that pours down past her neck and tapers off somewhere along her shoulder blades, if it's visible at all underneath the hood of her cloak. When it does meet the light of day (or night, considering) it's kept meticulously clean and well maintained with a faint scent of something sickly sweet. Her eyes are a vibrant pinkish violet color normally, though they can take on a rather sinister crimson when she sees in infrared.
Mizzy's face is a pretty thing. Its shape has a certain rounded quality bereft if many, if any, jarring edges. The roundness extends to the shape of her eyes, which are wide and always watching. Likewise, her lips are full and are usually painted in a light violet shade. Mizzy always tries to look her prettiest, after all. Tattoos are among these features as well. Colored a in a darker blue, these tattoos frame her eyes and brow, with a single line extending from her bottom lip to her chin. Hers is not a particularly warm face, but she can make it appear quite inviting when she wishes.
Her dress consists of dark garments (because Drow) and hooded cloaks. These hoods are almost constantly pulled up during the day in order to help shield her eyes from that blighted sun. Even with the hoods, it's difficult for her to lift her head up past the horizon. She also tends to choose garments that are generous with her figure, though she tries to keep as much of her skin covered as possible during the day because sunburns are a bitch. Though diminutive, she strides like someone twice her size, and confidence oozes from every fiber of her being. Her cockiness can be immediately evident in the smirk that often graces her lips. She seems a woman who will not take to being looked down upon. Figuratively, at least.
∞ Personality ∞
A taker at her very core, Mizzy was never given anything in her life, and everything she has, she had to take for herself. These experiences have caused her to become an entirely selfish individual. Her heart does not bleed at the thought of others and empathy is for the weak. She does not care of what others may or may not think of her, caring about them only so far as to what they can do for her. An emotional tight ass, Mizzy does not allow anyone to peer inside her heart-- if she even has one. That being said, she does understand these feelings that others possess, enough to know how to bend them to her will.
Mizzy's an intelligent woman, always thinking of her next course action, not to mention plan b's and c's. She's a woman who always has a back up plan for her back up plan, because if things go right the first time, something is obviously wrong, because life is never that simple. Clever to boot, she's a proponent of working smarter, not harder. If there's something to be done, you can bet Mizzy will try to find a way to do it in the easiest and most efficent way-- which usually involves liberal use of the undead. Still, she's smart enough to know that necromancy is rather... frowned upon, so she hides the fact rather well, calling herself just an ordinary sorceress. Though suspicions still arise due to her nature as a drow. Racists.
The default personality that comprises Mizzy is one of scathing deadpan sarcasm and dumb jokes. It would appear that the woman takes nothing serious, and nothing is too sacred to make a dumb joke about. In fact, she can almost be called friendly, though if someone does something stupid, she has no qualms of calling it out. Though her moral compass is rather skewed and despite all the doom and gloom, she can best be described as happy go lucky, though the smile that's on her lips always has a mischievious tilt to it. She seems to lack ambition, seemingly satisfied to live life day to day with no major plans for the future.
Seemingly. It's difficult to tell what those pretty lips aren't telling you.
∞ Equipment ∞
Necromantic Tome | A rather large, if unassuming black book that can always be found by Mizzy's side. It's light for its size, able to be opened and read with one of Mizzy's hands. The book is kept together rather well, though the yellowing pages give away its age. While it has no words printed on the cover or spine, the words written within are not in the common language. Along the margins on a number of the pages are notes written in the same language as the rest of the book, though these bear Mizzy's handwriting. One would need to know the language in order to make full use of the tome.
Silver Dagger | A small cutting implement for a number of uses. The metal is tarnished somewhat, and specks of crimson can still be found within the flowery engraving near the hilt, though it's not necessarily meant for self defense. Though as a Drow, she is trained in its usage, and can be dangerous with it in hand if she's pushed into it. If given the choice however, she'd much rather just keep it for sacrifices.
Hand Crossbow | This is meant for self defense. A small handheld crossbow, its range is nothing impressive, and the penetrating power behind the bolts leave much to be desired. However, that matters little when a dose of poison is applied to the tip of the bolt. Mizzy possesses an assortment of poisons to coat the tips, each with a various effect. However, she's careful with their use, as she's just as vulnerable to them as anyone else, and the ingredients are rather difficult to come by.
∞ Mounts ∞
None, though if necessary and the opportunity arises, she can raise the corpse of a mount to ride. Or demand a piggyback on an ordinary corpse. Sometimes, walking is just to tiring.
∞ Abilities|Skills ∞
Necromancy | In the hands of skilled necromancer, the dead are far more dangerous than they ever were alive. Mizzy is one such necromancer, though considering the predjuices and superstitions surrounding the practice, it's not fact she advertises. It's an art she keeps secret, practiced in the dead of night away from prying eyes and loose lips. As a necromancer, she is able to raise the dead from their slumber and bind them to her services. With enough time and concentration, she is able to raise nearly anything that has been alive at one point or another.
Illusions | From projected images of herself to hiding things in an invisible veil of magic, Mizzy is also well versed in the use of illusory magic. She is able to cast spells that alter the senses of those around her. From making them see things that aren't there and not seeing the things that are, to misdirection with sounds and scents, the spells are not dangerous on their own, but still find their use in her skillset.
Harm Spells | A branch of her illusions, she's able to cause her target to feel and illusionary pain. The spells do not leave any lasting harm and are rarely fatal (unless of course the target has a heart attack), but can be used as more distractions to allow her a speedy escape if things do not turn out her way. The effects of the spell varies with the target, of course. Those with a higher pain tolerance can bare the brunt of the spells better than if they had a lower threshold.
Dark & Infrared Vision | Abilities that all Drow possess, Mizzy has near perfect dark and infrared vision. She's able to see even better at night than she does during the day. If the moonlight strikes her eyes in just the right way, they give off a violet luminescence. On the other hand infrared vision grants her the ability to make out the heat signatures of everything around her, but this causes her eyes to turn a crimson shade of red.
∞ Disadvantages|Worst Skills ∞
Physcially Weak | A physically intimidating creature, Mizzy is not. She's built more for speed and intelligence than strength and power. Brain over brawn, she cries. A strong enough bonk is enough to put her out on her back. She understands her shortcomings, so standing toe-to-toe with someone in a bar fight is out of the question for her. Instead, she'd rather have others fight her battles for her, whether they be living or dead.
Bright Lights | Though she's much better about it than when she first reached the surface, the sun still sizzles her corneas. In the daylight hours, if forced into them, she can be found with the hood of her cloak pulled taut over her head. When that's not enough, she often shifts to her infrared vision, and while detail washes out in a bloom of reds, oranges, and yellows backed by cool blues, it's still better than her eyes burnings. On a side note, Mizzy also tends to sunburn easily, and she takes the effort to try and cover as much skin as she can from the daylight sun so she doesn't crisp.
Selfish | She's a nasty one. Mizzy only thinks of herself, and how her actions will affect her and only her. Early life in Mal’Erith has taught her that the only one she can depend upon is herself, and that nobody is willing to help her but herself. Note, this can also be used against her, as she leads a rather mercenary lifestyle. It's not difficult to get her to do something, so long as she gets something she desires in return. It also paints her as a sort of a loner.
Preparation | Due to her skillset, she is strongest when she has the time to prepare before hand. To be caught unawares and empty handed is to be caught dead. To that end, she always ensures that she is prepared for any and every outcome she can think of.
∞ History ∞
The story of Mizzirilian began in the darkness of the pitch black Mal'Erith. Well. Maybe not pitch black, there may have been candles. Still, as a Drow, she was raised with a purpose. The house of Taeliah'Rizo were considered minor nobility, an off branch of the ruling family. Mizzy likes to say that it basically made her a princess, but she was perhaps the furthest thing from the throne. Not only behind the royal family, but half-a-dozen siblings and a number of aunts and uncles as well. The Taeliah'Rizo family was a rather large one, one steeped in magic. So it came as little surprise when little Mizzy developed magical powers of her own. It was either that, or becoming an assassin. Even from a young age it was clear that Mizzy was going to be small-- and attribute that would lend itself well to the art of assassination.
But no, she became a sorceress. At first, her studies, along with her basic education, consisted of tutoring in the spells of harm and illusions, taught by her aunts and uncles. They did not better her for her own gain, however, but the gain of the family at whole. She was merely a cog in the machine of many pieces, to be used for all that she was worth. It was something she knew from an early age, and she too developed the mindset. It was used or be used, and she wanted to be the one doing the using. She accepted their tutoring without complaint, and found herself on the receiving end of many of the spells she was learned, to better know them.
However, she was merely learning many of the spells others already knew. To keep on the path, Mizzy would do nothing to differentiate herself from the rest. That is where necromancy came in. Where others shied away from the practice due to the superstitions surrounding the dead, Mizzy saw an opportunity. She began to practice on her own, and it was only when she managed to raise a (admittedly large) rat from the dead, did her family realize. Though some of them disapproved, the rest saw opportunity. The Taeliah'Rizo did not dream small, and one day they wished to rule Mal'Erith themselves.
Events conspired against her, and she was accused of treason and exiled. While it was true her entire family conspired against the royal family, Mizzy was given as a scapegoat, and she spent the next few years of her life alone in the pitch black caverns of Mal’Erith. Eventually, she decided that life on the surface would bring less days of gigantic spiders attempting to eat her face and came to see the sun for the first time in her life. It nearly blinded her. In the years since, she has coped with the sun, and lived life as a sort of nomad, moving from town to town taking on mercenary work when required, and periodically robbing graves for both the dead, and the trinkets they were buried with to pawn off in the next town.
It seems that she doesn't have much of a plan for the future, though if asked she'd nonchalantly reveal that she'd enjoy a little revenge on her family for casting her out like they did. Still, it comes off as general musings. Earnestly, all she really wishes is to get through the next day.
