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Zeblithtlar

Drow 'exotic dancer' working at a sleezy strip club at the seedy underbelly of the city.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by Ironman11, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

ZEBLITHTLAR

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PYSHICAL INFORMATION

Race: Elf
Sub-Race: Dark Elf or Drow
Ethnicity: ‘Spider Kisser’ or Llothian Underdark
Height: 5’-1’’
Weight: 121 lb
Hair Color: Silvery
Eye Color: Red
Body Structure: Slender, Petite
General Health Condition: Moderate Health
Smoker?: Yes
Drinker?: Yes
Health Problems: Several Sexual Transmitted Diseases, Eating Disorder

SOCIAL INFORMATION

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio
Element: Water
Personality: Polite, Calm, Collected, Manipulative, Bigot, Two-Faced, Survivalist
Likes:
Dislikes:
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Political Affiliation: Political Independent
Occupation: Exotic Dancer
Social Class: Lower Class
Martial Status/Relationship Status: Single
Past Relationships: None (worth mentioning)
Friends: Duag Fryn'ithra
Enemies: Zen, EvaLazaro
Alliance: The Pleasure Den
Former Alliances: None

SPECIAL ABILITIES


GENERAL INFORMATION

Name: Zeblithtlar Adinaun
Alias: “Charlotte the Spider”
Rank or Title: None
Gender: Male
Age: 132
Age Appearance: Youthful
Character’s Alignment: Neutral
Character Class: Charismatic Hero
Date of Birth: 12th day of Farreach (November 19th)
Relevance to Wing City: The drow male is an employee of the seedy night club known as The Pleasure Den as well as a illegal immigrant to the city itself.

ORIGINS

Dimension or Space of Origin: Urban Arcana
Homeland: The Underdark
Education: The School of 10,000 Painful Beauties, a education in the arts of sensual pleasures and trades.
Backgrounds: Raised under the oppressive heel of a cruel society.
Biological Father:
Biological Mother:

STATS

Power:
8/30

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Speed:
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Awareness:
14/30

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Combat:
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Intellect:
19/30

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Technique:
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Endurance:
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Magic Resitance:
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Vitality:
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Engery:
5/30

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Spiritual:
8/30

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Power
How much power this character has in terms of strength and how hard the character hits

Speed
How fast this character moves in terms of running to attacks.

Awareness
How fast this character reacts and realizes.

Combat
How well this character is in melee and how well attacks are executed.

Intellect
How smart this character is in information and analyzing things, objects, and people.

Technique
How well this character uses skills/magic

Endurance
How much damage or injuries this character can take.

Magic Resistance
How much resistance toward magic this character can take as well as endure it.

Vitality
How much stamina this character has to move around.

Energy
How much energy this character has to use skills and magic

Spiritual
How well this character is connected with religion/gods/spirits/

POCCESSIONS


HISTORY

So begins...

Zeblithtlar's Story

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Zeblithtlar enjoyed this moment of manipulation more and more until something distracted him away from these thoughts. He turned his focus on the window sil just outside as he noticed the fresh snow falling down and the frost growing on the glass as he sat there slightly dumb founded how such an event could have ever happened.

His attention then shifted over to that of an elven maiden though it was far more than the usual elves that walked inward. still a deep sense of digust was hidden in a polite nod to her favor at the most he did not want to deal with the infighting between the two cousins in this place at the least. With all things prefered as long as she was out of sight she could be out of mind.

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Zeblithtlar chuckled at this humor as he took more of the kobold firey piss that was prepared for the two. "(We will need much more of the human port for the evening... or we will freeze to death outside.)" he commented in undercommon as he traced a finger across the warrior's chest "(UNless you would like to get a room for tonight?)" he inquired.

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Zeblithtlar blushed at Duag compliment before kissing him upon the cheek. "I'll have a room prepared for us.." He said in undercommon "I'll beackon for you when I have something." he uttered and with that he went upstairs.

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Zeblithtlar blew some smoke from his lips, it was always a tranquil ritual after his dealings in the under belly of the city. His eyes trailed around the barren dirty streets, the rain last evening had left large murky puddles all about and the evening was chilly. The dark elven man buttoned his jacket as he slightly shivered in the dreadful weather.

His eyes trailed over to a bright haze of neon before once more before him was the ever popular Gambit's Bar. The look of indifferent was masked away with a polite and friendly smile as he walked through the doors, his back was still aching from all the hours.

The crowd of patrons were a buzz within the bar. Inferior breeds most of them, only worthy to bare the sweat of slavery or the death at the hands of the high priestess in a just society. But this was backworld world he had escaped to, one which he had done his best to survive in..

Searching for a seat he finally made his way to the bar leaning upon the counter as he took a gander at the scene itself.

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Zeblithtlar had relaxed himself at the bar after a very long evening of work. His attention drifted away from what he was doing as he took note of the elven maiden only a few paces away talking to what seemed to be a man in bright armor.

He was slightly irritated deep inside that the elves were offered a same welcoming hand in this world than his own kind... Though he had to put up with far worse. He simply hoped that this would not cause any matter of trouble tonight, for the last thing the dark elven male was searching for was trouble.

A Human Woman in a red suit pushed through the doors a little bit later. For an animal she most certainly had her charms. The drow offered her a rather friendly smile as he nodded his head in greeting. It was around this time when a similar figure had entered through the doors.

It was his pawn, his "lover" Duag Fryn'ithra the warrior who he had now stood behind and was keenly guarded by his skill with a blade. A bright smile rose from his person as he motioned his companion over.

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Zeblithtlar rested a hand around his friend's board shoulder, though he must admit with the size different it was rather hard to reach at times. "(A warrior needs his trance as much as he needs to hone his blade... Please sit and stay a while though, I would love it if we can share some more time together.)" He cooed in a very futile tongue of undercommon.

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Zeblithtlar somewhat grinned at this comment from the dark elven warrior as his red eyes keep focus on the warrior's form. "(Your company has always been cherished by me.)" he told the warrior back. "Van'maran desvieran lodasha."

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Zeblithtlar leaned abit inward it had been quite a taxing evening, he suppose that he could have discovered ways to make it a lot more pleasing. "Va'den shanadash ro'lthtar serin unsilthal for'ath." he commented back as a finger began to trace a finger across his chest.

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Zeblithtlar grinned as he escorted his little pawn out of the bar. A somewhat pleased look was upon the drow's face of the many evening delights that might await the two..

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Zeblithtlar took a smoke, the dark elven male was upon the streets of Wing City at the late evening. His place of employment had always burned most of his moon hours; the most vile and digusting den, it mocked the vitrutes of pleasure and vice grafting it into safety nets for the weak and the feeble. But feeble and weak aside, it was decent money and far more appealing that stuffing the fat faces of the inferiors by flipping their patties or basking their meat in crude oils.

He stuffed his hands in his pockets. It was a late evening than it normally was and he was quite relived to see that the noturnal market was open. It was a place were all matter of races that arose in night hours to get their grocceries and other goods they were not allowed to obtained for other citizens. A bright grin rose up the drow's face as his crimson eyes quickly searched around market for some fungi and red-bass...

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Zeblithtlar finally reached a stall of a dark elven merchant. The two had been bartering over the quality of the shrooms that the man was selling between the price of two to four wing city bank notes for a pound. The drow was no fool, he was not about to pay double of what something that seemed only half of the price he was arguing over.

The banter was interrupted though as the dancer felt someone behind him. The frail drow reached into his pocket grasping a bronze blade inside his person almost out of instinct. Suddenly his vision and then a grin rose from his face. It was his pawn, his consort, the one which had tamed by toying around with the male's dellude and darrange heart.

He quickly motion to fall right into the arms of Duag Fryn'ithra speaking in the tongue of undercommon. The drow's undercommon was that of beauty, his words formed as though sweet and moist honey flowed form his lips each exotic syllabub as pleasing as the last. "Val'daninas dor'nor val'ismar Duag." he greeted his lover bidding that he was pleased that death had once more spared the life of such a beautiful figure.

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Zeblithtlar grinned a bit wider as he placed a single jet black finger across the lips of the other male. He passed the merchant a good six wing city bank notes, as he felt it would be an interesting compromise. The stall owner agreed stripping the money off Zeblithtlar's palm and began to pack the food within that of a bag as he weighed the contents on a fixed scale.

Of course the drow was not aware of this as he shifted his attention back to that of his lover. "(Why don't we keep that as a surprise my close companion...)" he requested as a hand motioned over to that of the warrior's. It was too easy, this pathetic male was puddy in his hand, a slave able to do his bidding with the stain of tear or the the motion of a kiss.

Suddenly that was erupt crush in market that cause a minor panic agmonst the various deziens before they various children of the night all took paces around and away from the dragon that enter on the grounds. Zeblithtlar paused once more before motioning over to kiss the lips of his pawn "(You see many things in Wing City don't you?)" he inquired.

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Zeblithtlar simply kissed Duag and there was no panic. >.>

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Zeblithtlar felt his minion tightly across his web, one day the great warrior would make a excellent sarifice to Lloth. After all, the chapter always had a demand for heretic and the demented of their kind. Suddenly the moon light vanished for a moment as he unlocked the kiss to gaze upward in the sky taking a notice of the large firgure zooming by.

His eyes slightly widen as he held to the drow warrior close. Suddenly the figure was gone at the moment the drow rubbing his own eyes before he realized his shrooms were ready. Taking the bag he paused as he saw something in the crowd the large dragon near the stall that made Zeblithtlar paused. He then smiled and bowed politely to this new comer "I am the greet to you." he spoke in very broken common foiling that of his fluent and beautiful tongue of undercommon.

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Zeblithtlar paused for a moment his eyes were transfixed on the blood wrapped close around the creature's claws. He did not know why in the world people thought dragons were superior beings to all others. They were merely beasts and animals with a facade of intelligence that so cleverly diguised that of their more primal urges and instincts which they supress from the mortal realm around him. Oh course stating this would easily warrant an enemy of a dragon and this was something the dark elven man did not desire.

With the confidence that the dragon was not terrorizing or butchering everyone around them or had killed to its heart content already the drow quickly latched a hand across that of his false lover after all grasping his hand made his companion more willing to protect him and more easier to protect. Still there were emotions behind this action as the drow uttered out once more "Opportunities...happiness win opportunities." he spoke in poor english with a heavy elvish accent.

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Zeblithtlar returned the dragon's respective nod of her head with a polite bow. He decided it would be best to give his real name rather than his filthy pet name "Zeblithtlar, Zeblithtlar Adinaun." He introduced himself before he took the groceries. He turned to kiss the cheek of his lover "(I have to fetch a few more things... Meet me at the sanctum?)" He inquired in undercommon.

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Zeblithtlar bowed once more to the presence of the powerful stupid animal. One day it would bow to him, and all drows but not today and today he had other dealings. After all, his man desired some fine...'cooking' this evening and he would hate to disapoint him. He made his way through the crowd once more searching stall by stall collecting more ingerdients for his well prepared red bass delight, a cutlutral dish back within the underdark.

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Zeblithtlar writer enjoyed the rp and time spend with his two fellows and bids them both good night.

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Zeblithtlar paused as he was about to push through the doors of Gambit's Bar. He paused to see a strange bleeding hand that was slowly draining down the door of the building. It instilled the virtue of most blessed viture of fear, especially those to the inferiors and the slave fodder he was force to grace with.

He finally entered through, the dark elven man sticking a cigarette between his lips and somewhat taking a gander. A rather friendly smile was still across his face though inside he was still digusted and disappointed to see that not a single dark elf was currently inside.

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[i]As if almost on que Zeblithtlar took a gander at his most useful patron and pawn as he walked through the doors. His smile brighten, he was always a mere few paces behind him and that proved to be extremely useful even in the most terrible of situations.

He relaxed himself upon the bar counter as he turned his attention to Duag. He waved somewhat at him as his smile only extended eagerly. He somewhat stopped what he saw doing and rushed over to his pawn's side greeting him with a most tender kiss.

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Zeblithtlar somewhat held his lover in his arms as he listened to his words. He enjoyed this sickness his pawn had, it made him very speciable to his will and he got to brag to the local lolithian chapter that he was dominating a drow warrior several heads taller and much more skilled with a blade through raw cunning and deception.

Of course he was keen to not include every specific detail of this alliance as it would mean his enemies could black mail him if given the chance to reach Duag. He spoke in the native tongue of undercommon, a beautiful and fulient language of the underdark that sparked of mystical and the exotic. "(It is always a lovely night when I am in your arms my most close companion.)" he replied.

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Zeblithtlar somewhat looked to his pawn oddly. If the device was coated in contact poison he could always try his trust anti-toxin which he kept in his pocket to delay the effects... He took the orb somewhat gazing at its splendor and began to wonder about the relic. "(I am forever grateful. Does it do anything?)"

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Zeblithtlar took a moment to note that a stupid animal had entered inside the bar. It possessed all the sympoths, weak, pathetic, simple minded, feeble. The humanling would have hardly made a good slave in the right market and the drow was almost surprised that such a creature would be allowed to live here. But then again the entire culture of this surface city was rather queer.

He listen to the tale of his pawn, realizing the power he now grasped in his hand and how idely the foolish warrior had gave it away. then again he was rather sick in the head to begin with, struck with the madness of love and who was he not to take advantage of such illness. He was shocked, almost speechless at sight of it all. "(I...I don't know what to say!)" He exclaimed in undercommon.

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Zeblithtlar only smiled some more as he pressed his nose upon that of his companion. "(I have missed this time together." He admitted to the larger drow male before he reatracted. He motioned to take him upon the hand and lead him over to bar counter.

"(I have been working on the house for a great while now, I was able to get a great ordeal of new furnishes from at afforable prices by tracking down ads in the surface newspapers.)" he told him.

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Zeblithtlar somewhat held Duag hand though he knew most certainly that the warrior was clay in his own. He nodded his head in response to Duag inquiry as he pecked his cheek once more "(I am more comfortable, but not only because I have a larger living space, instead I am more comfortable because I am with someone I can trust, rely on, someone can can truly...)" he paused as he realized there was no real word for the pathetic weakness of his feeble minion so he decided to speak in broken common. "I am the love to you." he announced with a bright smile once more.