Lynnavaius Aldea'Ron

Intro

• "A true hedonist through and through"

• Basic Info

  • Name: Lynnavaius Aldea'Ron
  • Gender: Female
  • Played by: Lynnavaius
  • Nicknames: Lynny, The Pirate Queen
  • Race: Dark Elf
  • Class: Gunslinger
  • Alignment: Chaotic Nuetral
  • Deity: The Raven Queen
  • Age: 625
  • Size: Medium
  • Body Type: Curvy
  • Height: 4"7 1/2 Feet
  • Weight: 85 lbs
  • Complexion: Obsidian
  • Hair: Silvery White
  • Eyes: Left: Amber Right: Cerulean
  • Handedness: Left but always uses the right to throw off enemies
  • Scars: One over right eye, one across lower stomach
  • Relationship Status: Open
  • Personality: Cock, and headstrong
  • Mannerisms: Rude and pushy
  • Likes: Rum, easy pleasures, gambling, cheating
  • Dislikes: losing money, being shown up

• Biography

  Lynnavaius was always anything but normal. She had been born in the middle of an extreme heat wave even for the volcanic underdark city. After hours of excruciating labor she was born larger than most drow babies, bearing a mark of the Spider Queen herself on the skin of her tongue, the scorpion seemed seared into the flesh. Her life had been characteristically uneventful as most childhoods are, she grew up in the gilded obsidian walls of her families home, cut into the side of the vast cave the city called home. Growing up on a noble house did have its perks after all, but something no one, even the bloodthirsty drow like was a raid and there was many. Ten at least Lynnavaius remembered as a child, swords cutting through flesh and screaming of slaves and drow alike falling into the same gutted mess of blood and flesh. She was positive she would have been dead a million times over if it wasn't for her protector, and trainer. Rivven was exceptional for a male drow, besting even some of the females in their house. He was a fine choice for the charge of a noble cleric, as she would be one day, but mostly it wasn't training. Rivven raised her from a baby up, taking her from most of the brunt of a harsh society that only approves of bloodshed and destruction. He raised her to be strong, confident, and more compassionate than her kin if even by only a little. A male can only influence so much and he was on a short leash as it was so true as to her birth right Lynnavaius became just as corrupt and aggressive as her kin, even gaining on the matron herself. Her tongue lashing just as fast as her snake headed whip by the age she was to leave for the academy and train under Lolth to be a spider priestess, a true honor. No one ever tells young drow about the academy however, it shapes one from cold stone to s monument of crystalline perfection, sharp and cunning with edges that draw blood easily. Perhaps even more unsettling is the rituals before one leaves for this 'school.' Young priestesses must go through secular rites and rituals to make themselves less vulnerable, including losing ones virginity quite forcefully in front of the matron no less. This was not a happy time in her life , but no matter how much it disgusted her or made her cry she bore through many pains. As was the way of the drow and before long she graduated, another period in the drow's lives splattered with nameless pleasure, another ceremony of the flesh as Lolth decrees it. She was quick to finish through the night and return home for the first time in over a decade. A full fledged priestess at this point and a more than willing daughter to the matron, all while plotting the woman's demise and her own takeover, as is the drow way. Happy to be home she took up solace with her mate, the last time she had seen Rivven had not been a pleasant one but she was older now and she understood why he participated in such a barbaric act against her on the night of her deflowering. The meeting didn't last long, another tangled flurry of limbs and the male stroking her hair tenderly as she slept then in the morning he was gone.....
  
  A truly unheard of occurrence, both males of the Aldea'Ron house fled in the cover of 'night' The houses were rabid at the council the next day, Matron Xena'Feth promised the males of her house would be retrieved and it fell to Lynnavaius as one was her mate. The journey would take place in a year, there was planning to do and time was of no concern to elves, even the twisted ones of the underdark. Months dragged on and on the morn of the 3rd month Rivven had been gone Lynnavaius realized with blazing anger, she was with child. How could he just leave her in this state? A nagging piece of her humanity from childhood burned at her to keep this hidden, she would line up perfectly with her solo mission to retrieve the two males, all she had to do was wait and she would be able to sort this out on her mission. However fate was never on the side of those trying to slight the spider queen. shortly before her mission a female slave wondered in while the heavily pregnant woman wrapped her stomach in soft linen. Hushed threats and harsh bruising was little meant against the matrons favor so she indeed found herself summoned by the end of the day to her 'mothers' court. The rest of the night fizzled through in a blur, cuts burned her skin and crying filled her ears as her child was forcibly removed and sacrificed before the demons of that damned spider. After that everything burned and blurred as she saw her daughters body being taken away.
  
  Little less than a fortnight later she found herself re donning her old armor, the leather and black diamond plates fitting much better with the lack of extra weight. She had little time to think as she was forced out onto a riding lizard and into the barren cavers beyond the underdark city, She was sure she was being sent here to die, few return from the barrens without a party, and without the support of a party with her or the full favor of her goddess all she had was her own swords fastened to her hips, against the terrors the dark not even her eyes could pierce held. Months she traveled alone through the dark, months and months of wandering emaciated and alone, talking to herself as an only source of comfort. She was sure she was going mad by the time she reached an uphill slope shining with blinding light. There was no way she would be able to see let alone look for her brother like this, one option only remained. She prayed, long and hard keeping her stiff and aggressive nature as she ebbed through minion after minion distracting her from the goddess with whoms favor she was seeking. It took ages, battling the wits and wills of more than a thousand demons it felt like before the young elf opened her eyes her right of which was bleeding profusely and scarred down the new brilliant blue iris. The price of asking of the spider queen, her old eye was destroyed and her brain was reeling as she closed her amber one and looked up to the light, through she had to blink away a few tears from taking in such a thing she found she could stand it. with shaky hands she tied a cut piece of her family tabbard around her amber eye, leaving the new one exposed as she moves shakily into the light.
  
  The scene that meet her was frighteningly beautiful as her feet lingered on the beaten stone she was meet with a sky as jet black as the rocks from her home, broken apart by millions of tiny lights and one huge one burning straight into her eye as she gazed on amazed. The ground was no less concerning to the drow, sprigs of dark green...something was sprouting up from the ground it seemed. Then bigger sprigs soaring from the ground blocking out even the sky, the surface was strange and deep in her gut she felt terrified, however she could not show such apprehension as she stepped firm footed onto the grassy ground. She stumbled a bit at first as the greens fold against a dirt covered ground. This was all so strange but she didn't have time to think such things. Pushing forward she searched for weeks upon end. Fruitless weeks where she found nothing but strange creatures and an even bigger burning light that seared her flesh and made moving almost impossible without her armor starting to crumble around her. So moving at night was her plan, she had found she rather enjoyed surface meet the animals were much fresher than what she was used to even in her own regal quarters. The surface was beginning to become fun. As much as she was a trained warrior she was also a young girl.
  
  The days started to slow and she started working more diligently to find her target, when she started working more she found the camp he was holed up in easily. Calling on her goddess symbol she pulled forth several demons from her goddess and mumbles a retrieval spell materializing several of her own brethren her mother had prepared for when she had to complete her mission. Waiting until the cover of night for the attack all went smoothly. They scoped out the Moon elf village Rivven was held out, or more like living in. Lynnavaius was disgusted he was walking around amongst these people as if they were more than just dogs waiting to die, she was burning with rage from watching them. Seems he had found someone new, moved on while she was left alone, how convenient for him. Needless to say when the attack began Lynnavaius was cutting through people left and right brandishing her swords with skill she had honed for years. While the battle raged on behind her she tore her way around searching but it seemed trouble found her. Her brother was ushering that slut and some kid onto a horse. Quickly she unholstered her gun aiming and firing hitting the woman square in the back. She was practically laughing with glee as her mate started crying and holding that woman. She pads over and slices through the child's throat as he runs at her then stands in front of her past lover.......