Mohanthril

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Dark Elf Exile Male Assassin Drow Rogue Moon Elf

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Basic Info

Name: Mohanthril

Preferred Name: Mohan

Age: Early 100s, Appears Late Teens-Early 20s

Sex: Male

Gender: Male

Species: Moon Elf

Purity: Pureblood

Status: Exiled

Height: 6'1 (185.4cm)

Weight: 170lbs (77.1 kg)

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Relationship Status: Single

Occupation: Assassin

 Current Residence: Migrant

Backstory


Mohanthril is a Moon Elf born as the only son to a prominent clan in the Netherdark. Mohanthril has always been headstrong, stubborn, and free spirited with his parents struggling to groom him into a suitable heir. As noticed from his short hair, Mohanthril is currently exiled due to reasons he has yet to disclose to the party. He ended up slipping through a rift in the Netherdark and found himself topside in the mortal realm, with no acceptable currency and faced with discrimination at every turn, Mohan found himself doing odd jobs with the sorts that were on the wrong side of the law for survival. During his tenure with the criminal group he met a Sun Elf that was not bothered by his heritage and with much effort the other young elf befriend Mohanthril. His feelings of friendship soon turned into more, and were accepted by the other party. They eloped from the outlaw group and Mohan thought things were looking up, until things weren't. Betrayed by his lover, he was given a sleeping potion and woke up already branded and sold to slave traders as a rare oddity, A noble with a taste for taboo items purchased him and bound Mohan with a curse leaving him unable to even think of rebelling against his new master. Long lived is he, and short lived are the humans that held him captive, he became a tool handed down between the new heads of the noble family.

He regained his freedom partially due to an unexpected event at an illegal auction that was crashed by Asaroth's party and a blighted beast being sold was let loose. The strong magical resonants disrupted the curse's bindings and his master could hardly be worried about keeping track of a bound hound with a short leash, knowing that Mohanthril would be forced to return his master fled in the chaos. Never would they have expected that his luck would finally look up, meeting someone that was able sever their connection and redirect it. Feeling a familiar sensation from Asaroth, he chose to entrust the young man with his 'leash'. Although he has traded one master for another at least Mohan is free to make his own choices now and is actively looking for ways to break the curse on his person permanently.

Backstory: Dharma was born to his half elf mother and a human noble. As a half elf, and illegitimate child. Dharma's mother was never fully accepted within her own Kingdom, a misfit among her pureblood royal siblings. While she was allotted her own residence and generous allowance she found herself isolated amongst her peers. When a human kingdom sought an alliance with her family, her father betrothed her to a Marquess within the human Kingdom. With little hope she met her betrothed, who turned out to be a gentleman that did not hold her heritage against here. Charmed she took a chance and gave her heart to the noble and gentle man. A year into their marriage, Dharma was born, life was blissful and she felt fulfilled. Dharma grew up under the careful love and care of his mother, but in his 5th year of life that change. His father seemed to slowly grow distant as his social climbing within the royal courts took him away. Dharma can never be sure what changed but his mother seemed to wither without her father's careful love and attention. Nothing he did seemed to bring her happiness, Perhaps, he thought to himself, he just wasn't enough. 4 years passed as the tables turned and Dharma became the one carefully taking care of his mother like a precious greenhouse flower. But alas luck seemed to have forsaken him. One night he wake up amongst screams, smoke, panic, and heat. The manor was completely sealed, windows and doors unable to budge, trapping the panicking people inside. He managed to find his way to his mother, and he will never forget her final act of love. She wrapped him in a soaking wet curtain, gathered all her magic and was able to break through the barrier of a window and dived out with him, taking the impact of the fall. He doesn't know what happened after just he woke up in a room, a room completely sealed, with no outside access, and a single servant that did not speak. Time passed with no rhyme or reason as he recovered from his injuries, the most severe on his back. Then one day his father came, but not to his rescue. His mother and he had played their part, a target painted clearly for his adversaries to point their spears and conspiracies at as his father consolidated his rise to power. A shield for his true love. Their story would become just another tragedy in history. In the night he was pulled from his room and taken out of the kingdom limits, he knew what his father planned for him, as far as anyone was concerned he was already dead in the estate fire. However the one thing his father underestimated was the strength of his will to live, even with the mana restrainer on Dharma was able to overpower his assailant and turned the assassin's blade against them. Taking the coin pouch that determined to value of his life. And then....and then he ran, with no goal in mind, just an animal's instinctive desire to escape danger, Days later he was able to pull himself together enough to make a plan, return with to his mother's home, let his grandfather know his father had lied, Dharma was alive. With 300 gold coins, all his life was worth, 300 gold coins, he began his trek to his mother's home. His plans could not keep up with fate's design as he was intercepted but illegal traders just a day's distance outside of the kingdom. He couldn't outfight such a skewed fight and he was captured by them and placed on auction. There he was bought by a man. A kind man that wanted to do his part to save those who were unfortunate. Along with another group of younger captives they were taken away by the man, given food, clothes and a place to stay. He let Dharma know that the traders had ties in high places so he couldn't simply release them, he would find them all a way home if they had one, or find a suitable home for those who didn't. Those were some of his warmest days, kindness given with no expectations amongst those who could understand at least some of his pains. Slowly those that came with him disappeared one by one, returned to their rightful place or found the perfect home. Dharma thought soon it would be his turn, but the kind man brought distressing news, a letter from his grandfather expressing that he didn't want Dharma, as far as the world knew his disgrace was finally gone. The man let Dharma know that he had a home in him, Dharma was his favorite after all. This place was his new home. Dharma moved asked if he could help the man in anyway and he was told if anything came about that Dharma could help with he'd be alerted. A beautiful lie that kept him going for years was finally unmasked to show the ugly truth. The man needed Dharma, he was the Hope they needed. He was compatible with a special element, only Dharma could help them, he could bring them Salvation. Strange mana crystals were embedded into the backs of his hands to help him absorb the elements. He was moved to a new place, a beautiful cage where he was placed on a pedestal, he would finally be Loved. There were rules, so many rules, so many test and trials. He was Scared , but that Man he was so Happy, always so Pleased to see Dharma. The look in his eyes was past Love it was Worship. And they whispered this was his meaning this was His Meaning, His Purpose. Even when he grew wise to the fact that they were looking at HIM, through Dharma, it didn't matter as long as they gave their love, their Worship, their Awe, the Fear. He could be what they wanted, until He found out THERE WAS ANOTHER. Someone BETTER. They were Unfaithful, just like everyone else. No one could be trusted ever again, He was done playing by their rules, if they wouldn't willingly give then He'd Take. Another Link Yet Another Link

Backstory: Dharma was born to his half elf

+Patient| Charming| Forgiving| Charitable| Sympathetic| Humble| Silver-Tongued

+/-Persuasive| Impersonal| Breezy| Unrelenting| Soft-Spoken| Quiet 

-Vague| Reserved| Distant| Merciless| Manipulative| Absentminded


Likes: Good Weather| Animals| Outdoors| Exploring| Stargazing| Sunbathing| Fruit| Humming| Music| Theater| Nature

Dislikes: Being Questioned| Ungratefulness| Arrogance| Animal Cruelty| Big Cities| Indoors Constantly| Restrictions 

Trivia:

-He is not allowed to travel outside of the temple grounds, except during special occasions.

-He is property of one of the Elder Beings that people consider to be akin to Deities. 

-He is worshiped by the people of the village because he is a messenger of 'God'.

-He dislikes the responsibilities and his own lack of freedom, but he has no choice. 

-He loves his Deity but he hates how he is coveted. 

-Dharma is not allowed to be touched by anyone.

-He has two assistants that stay in the temple, but he doesn't see them often. 

-The temple is on a very steep hill and only 10 days out of the year are the villagers allowed inside.

-Ladon and Atlas commonly joke that Dharma is a cult leader...

-Dharma despises everyone in the village actually. 

-Always has that neutral smile and blank stare.

-The only time is 'comes to life' or shows emotion is when his Deity is around.

-He actually has a very bad temper, a foul mouth, and no manners, but no one knows that. 

Personality

+ Decisive| Focused| Insightful| Loyal| Methodical| Astute

+/-Quiet| Cunning| Laid-Back| Competitive| Prideful| Tenacious

-Stubborn| Headstrong| Jaded| Pessimistic| Ruthless| Secretive

Likes/Dislikes

Likes: Blades| Polishing His Weapons| Gold Items| Reading| Quiet Places Stormy Weather| Moon Bathing| Meditating| Trying New Things| Freedom| Good Smells

Dislikes: Animals| Bulky Clothing| Sunny Weather| Slimy/Squishy Textures| Alcohol| Being Touched| Enclosed Spaces Underground| Being Whistled At| New Moon| Light Associated Things|


Trivia:

  • Krishil's blinding positivity simultaneously grates his nerves and fascinates him, sometimes he finds it hard to even look at Krishil as he seems to see literal sparkles surrounding the boy.
  • It's not that he's an inherent animal hater, just almost anything in the Netherdark no matter how cute or small can most likely kill you
  • He's a walking weapons dispenser.
  • Knows a lot about herbology, specifically poisons.
  • Can be found cleaning and sharpening his blades when the party is stopping to camp.
  • Cannot cook, should not be allowed to even touch a single ingredient unless you'd like the entire meal to become inedible.
  • Ironically he excels at making potions.
  • He's immune to poison.
  • The curse marks on his body glow.
  • His eyes glow white when he's being controlled by his curse.
  • His back has many scars and the brand that is the main source powering his curse on his left shoulder blade.
  • Mohan tends to stab first and ask questions later
  • All of his blades are laden with layers of curses and/or poisons. People rarely survive encounters with him.
  • He is a complete plant killer of regular flora only poisonous and mutated plans survive his care.
  • Has a preference for curves blades

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