Profile
Name: Micar (lost) Zau’Duis (Children of the Whip)
Age: 200
Species:Drow
Gender: Male
Height:5’1”
Sexuality: bi
Occupation: Mercenary
Class: Fighter
Alignment: chaotic evil
Deity:Selvetarm
Relationship(s): Erel’e Sabal’Dax (on and off playmate)
Weapon(s): whip, sickle
Quirks: mentally unstable( from being
experimented on by illthids),
easily agitated, doesn’t work
well in groups( usually turns
on his companions),
Talks to himself, doesn’t trust
anyone, has electric burn
marks on his temples, not the
most intelligent.
Likes: sharp objects, shorter
partners, working alone,
Spiders, raw meat, open areas
where he can see everything,
alcohol,
Dislikes: illthids, psionic’s, taller
beings(makes him feel less
in control), non-drow, large
crowds or cramped places,
Lolth( though he grudgingly
worships her son more
outta respect), overly
talkative people.
Other:
Born as a noble to the house of Zau’Duis in the city of a Ched Nasad. Micar was the oldest son, often having to watch his back as one often did in noble houses. Or in Drow society in general. His brothers were ambitious people, taking opportunities to try and kill their older siblings. Micar had killed his older brother to gain his status during a house raid. Defending it til the day his house fell. Though he was well into his adulthood when that happened.
The house of Zau’Duis had been destroyed during the destruction of Ched Nasad. Micar was the only remaining member. Having been out of the city at the time. He’d been hunting down some escaped slaves. Upon returning, he found he had no home to return to. He was left with nothing but the clothing and items he had on him and his name. Killing the slaves he’d recaptured, Micar left the city. Making his way to Skullport.
On his way to Skullport, he was attacked and overpowered by a small group of illthids. They used him in a number of mental experiments, driving him to insanity. He was finally able to escape when they became careless. Leaving only one of their kin on watch as they went out. Micar killed the illthid on watch. Retrieving his belongings. Escaping towards the main road. Following it towards Skullport.
Micar was never the same after his encounter with the illthids. Becoming more paranoid and on edge. Though he still had most of his wits. But found he couldn’t focus on difficult problems. Reading became a chore, forgetting the meanings of words or phrases. He still had his martial skills, being quite attune with his physical capabilities. Taking the job of a mercenary. Often working alone, killing his companions on the occasions he did work with them.
