i do very bad things,                       and i do them very well

"The Howling Witch of the Wilds, sometimes a cackling hag, mostly a pain in the ass. Pazuzu is a collector of all sorts of artifacts and rare odds and ends, mingling with some of the greatest Bastards in all of Ivras. If only to remind them that she's the best of them"

Personality

A villain, scoundrel, the mother of all chaos and suffering in the world. Just kidding! Well-- sort of. When you get to the place she's at you don't get there by fluttering your eyelashes and being a goody-two-shoes. That really only works 10% of the time. She can be cruel and nasty, most often she does what she needs to in order to satisfy her own needs. That isn't to say she is careless or unnecessarily mean-spirited and quite detests outright malice or 'punching down' though she seems to ignore it when it comes from her own lips. 

While it might be hard to believe she can be rather likeable. She's exuberant, colorful, charismatic and humorous, all traits that draw people to her and endear them. It is possible to ignore all those ugly little details when she is buying you drinks and sharing exciting anecdotes or slipping a first edition novel into your satchel. Truly people aren't without their use to her, in fact she likes people a lot! To Her- the world is an exciting game of chess with lots of pretty little pieces all mixed up, making their moves and knocking each other down.

But she's the only player. 

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History

Wouldn't you guess that all of her flair was born of hardship and chaos. Born not in Ivras but in the northern polar desert of Nymene. In a little hut of all places! Near the base of one of its raised monstrous mountains, was a tiny wooden hut, decorated with dried flowers and herbs and chalk drawings of things that both made sense and none at all. That is where her mothers lived, three of them. Wild haired and dark eyed women who on most nights —save for the one she was born on — would dance merrily around their fire and sing loudly and off pitch. On the night of her birth the Three Mothers danced- but with sweat and haste. Feral became the women when Pazuzu arrived, their little girl. It was obvious she was a magic wielder, two stubby horns protruding from her wet head, reddish wart like gems collaring her neck. 

Her mothers rejoiced despite the popular hatred of magic in their homeland, this child was foreseen, expected and cherished. The child was not without love or affection, indeed she grew up surrounded by love and praise! Her early years were spent hidden away up there in their little decorated hut. But as all things in life go, this too would end. The day it did there was a fog over their home, rolling down from the top of the mountain and with it a suffocating air as they realized they had been faced with a mob of neighboring Nymenians.

Not much else was remembered by Pazuzu, save for the knowledge that in the weeks following that day she was separated from her mothers. They survived that day, but that was the last time she would see them.

Thus she was shipped off to Ivras! Apparently more welcoming of mages than her homeland. Touching down she was shepherded off of the boat she arrived on and taken by an ‘aunt’. If the woman who took her was truly related to her she was none the wiser. She thought the shores of this new home were ugly, lacking charm and comfort like home and to add insult to injury she was sent to school. The Order was a god forsaken nightmare that she had endured, but in her years spent there she made connections, a skill that would be useful in her later years. She discovered she was charming, likable, manipulative.

The time spent in the order is a lifetime ago to her now, she completed her years there and left. Her magic never really being disciplined in that time.

In her late twenties she blossomed, flexing her superb social skills and beginning life as a collector. She had a knack for it, perhaps those years in the order learning about rare and unique objects weren’t totally a waste. She had temporary friends and lovers during this time whom helped launch her further into her career.

Pazuzus thirties and fourties’ were spent equally between adventuring and collecting, she distanced herself from her social life in the most populated areas of ivras and at this point not only established many positive relationships but rivalries as well.

Today she is enjoying herself in Mead, resting for the moment and bathing in the excess of her life. 

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