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Istzyr Baenval

Drow Vampire.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Marcus

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Istzyr Baenval

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GENERAL INFO
Full name: – My name is Istzyr Baenval.
Alias/Nicknames: – The Pretender or Houseless One have been used many of times before as Aliases and even being called The Shroud has come up once or twice but when it comes down to nicknames one in particular has followed me to the grave and back, Emerald.
Gender: – I am very much a male.
Species/Race: – I am a Drow first and foremost and shall never forget my beginnings but to the surprise of my peers in the field of research I have chosen I now walk among the dead and drink from my victims’ blood like the vampire I truly am.
Age: - As to this day I am roughly 23 years within my undeath for the 159 I have lived while walking with the living.
Current Residence: - I travel, mostly, however I find that I spend most of my time resting in a small dimensional rift that a dear friend created for me when my plight and aversion to light became a bit extreme.
Job/Profession: – Some would say that I am a procurer of fine art but that would insinuate that I steal and pilfer what is not rightfully mine. I would more like to think of it as a constantly evolving business arrangement. In truth I only took up the ‘traders’ lifestyle so that I could see the world instead of staying down in a dark oppressive cavern were the only fresh air one can get is death itself.
Title: - Lord Istzyr of Silken Inn.
Allegiance/Alignment/Clan(s): – Whoever or whatever suits me I suppose. If someone asked me what my moral alignment was I would have to say that I am True Evil. I have no clan to call my own.

APPEARANCE
Height: – I am 5’7”
Weight: - 212 pounds
Build: - Light yet muscular.
Eye Color: - Emerald Green.
Hair Color: - Silver White.
Handedness: - Ambidextrous.
Skin Shade/Color: - Ebony.
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings: - I have several scars that run down my back from the days before my rebirth if that is what you want to know. I do not have any tattoos or piercings as lucky as I may be.

MENTALITY
Sexuality/Preference: - I am not one to turn away from love or affection but I am one to deny it to others or even completely ignore them if I see fit.
Sanity: - Sanity is only relevant for those who are asking. I am completely sane when it comes down to it.
Friends: - None at the moment.
Likes: - I am a being of fine and exceptional tastes and as such only the best of the best will do. What I do not know when it comes down to those nice things I take exceptional pride in it.
Dislikes: – Low quality items and poor company are my only dislikes. I assure you if you mix the two of those I would have to correct that little problem.
Hobbies: - Reading of course but what kind of man would I be if that was all I took up. I am a painter at heart and have commissioned many portraits over the years before I finished off my subjects in a bloody mess of heat and passion.
EQUIPMENT
Weapons:
– Lame De Mort- Not a simple tool used for farming for those who actually can claim that they have seen the dreaded scythe but a weapon of such fear that it was named for not only its versatility but its cutting edge. Lame De Mort when used in the hands of its owner at first appears to be nothing more than a pair of thin metallic wings that sit respectively on any creature of the nights back but this is only a ruse as they are as sharp as any weapon. Lame De Mort grants the ability to control all bladed weapons that its wielder throws allowing them to stay in the air and even stay in one place if it is willed. The wings that the scythe provides allows its master to fly.
-Valse sans effusion de sang- Not many can claim to have control of the power of their own blood as a weapon but Istzyr was blessed with this rather unique and deadly ability. Along with his minor manipulation of the shadows around him this drow can create real after images of himself and even use his blood like it was a deadly acid or to create portals or solid masses.
-Griffes du Démon- Istzyr normally does not show them but he does have razor sharp claws that have been known to extend up to three feet at the most. His nails are as sharp as diamonds and with his vampiric strength he has shattered many a thing in the past and present.
-Le charme morts- It is said that vampires have the ability to subtily manipulate the mind into believing something else. This is no different when a simple smile is given and those who it was directed towards have a sudden change of heart. This is a passive ability and is always active though not all are affected by the will of a vampire in the same manner as others.
Combat Attire: – The only form of Combat Attire I own is what I am wearing right at this bloody moment.
Accessories: – Besides all of my wealth I have acquired over the years there is not much to say that is noticeable. However if I find something I will be sure to let you know.
Miscellaneous: – Nothing at the moment of course.

So begins...

Istzyr Baenval's Story

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The night was young and a Drow had not been seen in the vicinity in the city for some time. The young noble simply looked about at the patrons with eyes filled with interest and wonder as he had not seen such things upon his last visit to the city but knew full well that all things were equally possible. He simply began to mutter a few words in his elvish tongue just to then make a few strides over to the counter were he would simply look over the fine drinks available just to then move about the counter to get a closer look.

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Istzyr Baenval looked around only to then reach into the still existing Hammer Space to pull out a bottle of red wine. "What?"

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Istzyr Baenval turned to look at the woman who was sitting at the bar and had prettied herself up only to smile and placed the bottle of wine up onto the counter while he reached into the hammer space once more. "Might I be as bold as to ask you why you would come to such a retched place such as this? Do not tell me it is the scenery?"

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Always the feisty women seemed to find their way into the drow's life. Istzyr offered a devious smile towards Kianna just to wave her over and produced another bottle from the infinite space that was bellow.

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"Just not my night." The drow spoke only to then shake his head and pull yet another bottle of red wine out from the secured multidimensional space just to then smile fiendishly as he had got what he came for. "I am sure it would have been a pleasure to drink with you but.." The nobleman spoke just to the shrug it off and make with his loot and high tale it out of there. "There was little interest to begin with."

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This was a whole new place and something that screamed of profitable investments and new information that could be almost beneficial in some sense. The noble simply looked around the establishment at the patrons who were present with emerald eyes and unknown intentions as he approached the counter just to look over the list of wines and brandies listed just to smile like the devil he was as he was nothing but pleased.

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"Quite the establishment here." The dark elf spoke quietly as he placed down an order for a bottle under the name of Silver Willow, a wine made by the high elves of old. When his order would arrive or not Istzyr turned to look at the action letting a sigh escape his lips as it was always the same no matter where he went to take what he wanted.

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Istzyr Baenval gets his order only to admire the bottle and smile. The drow simply stood from his seat already impressed with his success for tonight and passing the calamity that was going on just to then bow to the crowd and bid them a good night.

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The rather handsome dark elf stepped back into the tavern that hosted to all manner of creatures only to simply keep his seductive smile from earlier on during the night as he approached a empty table that he laid claim to. With a wave of his hand a tavern girl would be summoned to his side in which he ordered a warmed glass of apricot brandy and a list of the towns most current events. The people here had caught his eye as there was many opportunities to do business with the inhabitants and all forms of trade seemed rather viable to a businessman such as Istzyr.

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Istzyr Baenval smiled and tipped the girl generously for filling out the order as quickly as she possible could. With a toss of a fine looking coin and a simply nod of respect Istzyr smelled the heated cup of brandy that he took up in his hands only to then look over the paper he was asked for. "Typical, very typical, to think that these people can find a good time in just about any place is beyond me. Yet I truly pity that fact as they do seem rather fun loving." The Drow spoke silently as he set his ordered beverage down for a moment only to look over the paper once more in contemplation as to what he was going to do. It was however a vain attempt as his eyes kept glancing over to the drinking patrons with a bit of wonder.

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Istzyr Baenval suddenly began to look around at how quiet it was. "Strange. This place needs some noise."

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Istzyr Baenval suddenly felt a strange compulsion to smack someone around just for the shits and giggles of it all. This could have been the evil drow side of him talking but it seemed like a legit idea at the time that this thought came into existence.

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Istzyr Baenval was almost at the point of having a rather silly conversation within his own mind due to the madness of being left alone for so many years of his life, not even counting his time in the Underdark. 'No, no, no this is not going to be very painful. I assure you.' The dark elf thought to himself as a response to what possible might be spoken to him if they had or would ask him if it would hurt. However instead of acting on such rash and uncivilized impulses Istzyr continued to enjoy the fragrance of his heated brandy and kept on reading his paper.

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"What an interest crowd." The Drow muttered as he suddenly added along with that a few words in his native elven language which sounded a bit stranger to most and somewhat heavier in speech. It was apparent that Istzyr was having an honestly good time all considering he did not appear to be doing so as he was frowning a bit while he was reading.

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Istzyr Baenval flipped the paper he was reading around to page seven so he could continue to read his article. After all he ordered a warmed apricot brandy and the local paper.

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Istzyr Baenval stood up just to suddenly find that he had acquired a rather strange and mysterious power for no apparent reason other than for as some people would call it, 'Shits and Giggles.' The Drow simply began to stare hard at one of the walls of the establishment only to set his paper down and reach right through the dimensional vortexes of the realm to pull xfaithyx123 right through her computer screen and shake her a bit as he smiled devilishly for a second. "Quit being silly." Was all the Drow could say as he tossed her right back through the tare he had created just to sit back down as if nothing had occurred so he could continue to read his paper and understand this new place of interest. "Every lady loves a sharp dressed Elf." He muttered as he continued doing his thing.

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Istzyr Baenval had suddenly lost his ability to break the fourth wall but something else seemed out of place now as he seemingly winked back at were the rift had been created only to go back to his nonsense.

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The door to Gambit's Bar would open up once again to the rather attractive ebony skinned elf who took to Victorian styled clothes and coin worth calling his own. It was evident that Istzyr was a busy fellow as he pushed passed several patrons, not even batting them a second glance, and found himself right at the bar counter only to scour through the list of beverages just to frown in disappointment as it was always the same. "This place always seems to lack a bit of refinement."

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Istzyr Baenval glanced over his shoulder to the clearly drunk succubus, strange as demons could not get intoxicated from what he understood, but instead of ignoring the demonic filth Istzyr only smiled devilishly towards the girl and nodded. His smile however false it might have been still radiated with power that could make the gods swoon and mortal men quiver with envy.

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Istzyr Baenval simply looked at the succubus only to first ponder what kind of profit one could make off from this woman. Surely just getting her hired on as a whore to work at a house of ill repute would be the best bet, but then again, there was other things she could do though. "I come to such an establishment to see this city first hand. A foreigner to these lands and a diplomat of many trades and crafts in search of capitol." The drow spoke with a heavy elvish accent only to then shrug a bit as he turned his attention to the minotaur only to ponder a bit more.

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Istzyr Baenval simply shook his head at the beast's request just to then place in an order for a dark beer. The elvish fellow simply glanced at the criminal who was within the bar just to recall seeing something on a poster about the young fellow.

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"What a strange group of people." The drow muttered as he took his beer he ordered only to down it and then leave.

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Istzyr Baenval entered into the Ball not as most would imagine a peddler of fine quality items but instead as a noble Drow. Lord Istzyr's lineage might not go unnoticed as his dark elven features were very prominent and hide his darker side quit well. The elven man simply wore his best red finery and kept a rather unique crystal like cane by his side that's head ended up in a knot filled with a dark amber of sorts. However instead of walking in on a party filled with life and lights the drow was welcomed to the glimmer of a torch and darkness all around him. "Hello darkness my dear friend." The drow would jest as he moved about the room unhindered by the lack of light only to sigh a bit as he looked upon the other players. "An exquisite sight I am sure but what else do these guests have in store for the rest of us is truly not known." Istzyr muttered as he slowly moved about the scene to get a better look at the comings and goings of the others in hopes of finding someone worthy of his time.

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Zosimos too was strutting around. He bowed his head as he passed Valve and Arielle, the celebrities from Ruula. He was mingling with the newcomers when the room was plunged into darkness. He snickered, still fully able to see, knowing what had happened. He would feel that presence anywhere. Winne Rineswurth let out a sigh of displeasure, her cameraman sounding noticeable disgruntled as his tech was no longer operational.

Zosimos moved his way over to Jude, smelling nobility from afar. Nobility smelling nobility, he smiled.

"Greetings," Zosimos raised his chin in respect, "The Vankoryth Detente welcomes you," He slipped him a small note. It was the coordinates of Castle Vankoryth. "Care for something to drink?"

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The drow glanced at the woman who was protecting her pearl locket that hung about her neck like a pretty picture in a museum of art and history. It was never the intention of Istzyr to stare so longingly at her, or more specifically her jewelry, and it would never become apparent that he wanted it as he turned his attention to the girl who was generating the ball of fire just to have a rather annoyed look upon his face. "Talent I am sure but a bit bright on the eyes."