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Artwork commissioned from : Great quality stuff and pleasant to work with!

This is Sleet, my PC for my troop's latest adventure into the realm of the tabletop RPG. This character is from Terrus (or rather, Berrus, but that's another story), a custom-built world we've been playing with for ~5-6 years. In that time, we've built the world from top to bottom, including both the physical world and all the mythology behind it. Ergo, many things aren't in line with the Forgotten Realms, Dark Sun, or Eberron, but it's our fun little world just the same.

That being said, fun story time!!! ^_^

[

When leaves have fallen and skies turned to gray
The night keeps on closing in on the day
A nightingale sings his song of farewell
You better hide for her freezing hell

Mizure was born -or rather, abandoned- in the dead of winter on the isle of Furi in southern Tokugawa. She had the appearance of a newborn razorclaw shifter, but with a strange, faint ring pattern on her skin, and she was taken in and raised by lesser members of the shifter community. As she developed it became apparent that her genealogy was not what it seemed: her temperament was more fierce than her peers; her reflexes were more sharp; her stance more digitigrade. Also, she grew a permanent, spotted fur coat.

Her parents were a mystery, but Mizure, or, as she preferred to be called, Sleet, worked out for herself that she was likely a rakshasa. Why she had no memories to accompany this she couldn't figure out. Given the stigma that race's name carried with it, she decided not to share this insight with her town.

Having taken to wearing magical accouterments that hid her obvious "deformities," Sleet in time left her island to seek her heritage and obtain definitive proof of what she was. However, this search lasted only a short while before Sleet found something that stopped her in her tracks: love. Sleet settled down in Marcillen with a tiefling merchant named Torch, who not only found her curious mind captivating but her unusual form beautiful as well. In time, Sleet carried the tiefling's child, whom they decided to name Hidama, or "Falling Star". Sleet called it her "Little Fireball", and she loved it more than life itself.

However, the storybook happiness ended, as do they all— with terrible tragedy. One night, about two months after Hidama was born, Sleet awoke to the splatter of warm blood on her face. Her eyes opening in horror, she found the fountain's source— her husband's neck was sliced open in the bed next to her. The assailant, a blue deva with white skin patterns, motioned for the others to do the same with Sleet as he started searching the building she called home. With her meager training in primal arts from a time she had almost forgotten, Sleet managed to keep the minions from successfully slaying her, but she was only staving off the inevitable. Fortunately, the local guard, a pair of drow, had heard the commotion and came to the family's assistance. Within minutes, the invaders were dead and Sleet safe.

As the guards searched the house for missing goods or disturbed records, Sleet held her husband's corpse close, somehow hoping would he squeeze her back or tell her he would be alright. His scent yet lingered, but the chill in his corpse betrayed the truth— he was gone. At least she still had her Little…

A chill crept down Sleet’s spine moments before a guard told her what she already knew— they’d taken Hidama. Everything else forgotten, the bereaved mother bolted from her house in search of the blue-and-white deva and the child it had stolen. Sleet, the guards, and those she called friends began a fervent search for the assailant, but no trace was found of either...

Sleet beseeched The Pack Leader for assistance. None came. She then pleaded with the other gods, each in turn, for any sign of her child. Her reason for living was stolen from her. She knew suffering for which words could not suffice. Her friends tried to console her, but nothing they could say or do could dull her grief. In time, they gave up on the hopeless venture, and Sleet was left alone with her thoughts and her tears.

When her body had nothing left to give, Sleet turned to one last god, one whose very name had evoked fear in her: the Great White Hunter. In spite of herself, Sleet found purpose again in the god’s tenants:

"Take from another, and more shall be taken from you in kind."

She would follow this god and learn to harness the strength he taught. She would find her child. And she would have her revenge.

]

Description
Artwork commissioned from : Great quality stuff and pleasant to work with!

This is Sleet, my PC for my troop's latest adventure into the realm of the tabletop RPG. This character is from Terrus (or rather, Berrus, but that's another story), a custom-built world we've been playing with for ~5-6 years. In that time, we've built the world from top to bottom, including both the physical world and all the mythology behind it. Ergo, many things aren't in line with the Forgotten Realms, Dark Sun, or Eberron, but it's our fun little world just the same.

That being said, fun story time!!! ^_^

[

When leaves have fallen and skies turned to gray
The night keeps on closing in on the day
A nightingale sings his song of farewell
You better hide for her freezing hell

Mizure was born -or rather, abandoned- in the dead of winter on the isle of Furi in southern Tokugawa. She had the appearance of a newborn razorclaw shifter, but with a strange, faint ring pattern on her skin, and she was taken in and raised by lesser members of the shifter community. As she developed it became apparent that her genealogy was not what it seemed: her temperament was more fierce than her peers; her reflexes were more sharp; her stance more digitigrade. Also, she grew a permanent, spotted fur coat.

Her parents were a mystery, but Mizure, or, as she preferred to be called, Sleet, worked out for herself that she was likely a rakshasa. Why she had no memories to accompany this she couldn't figure out. Given the stigma that race's name carried with it, she decided not to share this insight with her town.

Having taken to wearing magical accouterments that hid her obvious "deformities," Sleet in time left her island to seek her heritage and obtain definitive proof of what she was. However, this search lasted only a short while before Sleet found something that stopped her in her tracks: love. Sleet settled down in Marcillen with a tiefling merchant named Torch, who not only found her curious mind captivating but her unusual form beautiful as well. In time, Sleet carried the tiefling's child, whom they decided to name Hidama, or "Falling Star". Sleet called it her "Little Fireball", and she loved it more than life itself.

However, the storybook happiness ended, as do they all— with terrible tragedy. One night, about two months after Hidama was born, Sleet awoke to the splatter of warm blood on her face. Her eyes opening in horror, she found the fountain's source— her husband's neck was sliced open in the bed next to her. The assailant, a blue deva with white skin patterns, motioned for the others to do the same with Sleet as he started searching the building she called home. With her meager training in primal arts from a time she had almost forgotten, Sleet managed to keep the minions from successfully slaying her, but she was only staving off the inevitable. Fortunately, the local guard, a pair of drow, had heard the commotion and came to the family's assistance. Within minutes, the invaders were dead and Sleet safe.

As the guards searched the house for missing goods or disturbed records, Sleet held her husband's corpse close, somehow hoping would he squeeze her back or tell her he would be alright. His scent yet lingered, but the chill in his corpse betrayed the truth— he was gone. At least she still had her Little…

A chill crept down Sleet’s spine moments before a guard told her what she already knew— they’d taken Hidama. Everything else forgotten, the bereaved mother bolted from her house in search of the blue-and-white deva and the child it had stolen. Sleet, the guards, and those she called friends began a fervent search for the assailant, but no trace was found of either...

Sleet beseeched The Pack Leader for assistance. None came. She then pleaded with the other gods, each in turn, for any sign of her child. Her reason for living was stolen from her. She knew suffering for which words could not suffice. Her friends tried to console her, but nothing they could say or do could dull her grief. In time, they gave up on the hopeless venture, and Sleet was left alone with her thoughts and her tears.

When her body had nothing left to give, Sleet turned to one last god, one whose very name had evoked fear in her: the Great White Hunter. In spite of herself, Sleet found purpose again in the god’s tenants:

"Take from another, and more shall be taken from you in kind."

She would follow this god and learn to harness the strength he taught. She would find her child. And she would have her revenge.

]