Qaerris

[Qaerris]

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Name: Qaerris

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Age: 303 Arcs.

Race: Mortalborn (Son of Zanik and a human woman)

Date of Birth: 87th of Vhalar, 412

Marks: N/A

Mortalborn Domains: Sensuality, Vitality and Desire (Yet to be Discovered)

Factions Joined: N/A

Languages Spoken: Common (Fluent), Vauni (Basic)

Partners: None, currently.

[Qaerris]

Personality

Though there is immortal blood flowing through Qaerris' veins, he has never seen himself as far above the 'squalor' of mortality. Taking pleasure in the company of others, Qaerris revels in common social excursions, his existence quite impossible without interaction with others. However, from both a professional and personal standpoint, Qaerris sees mortals for what they are: disposable. Though they are the essence of his advancement, each cog in the machinery of Qaerris' intentions is fleeting, replaced when they are ground into nothingness, the passage of time creating an infallible need to create new relationships that serve his ends as others once did.

Qaerris often finds himself out of tune with the world around him, his natural allure heralding him as someone to be noted, though his tendency to avoid truly significant relationships with others also causing him to push himself away. To those that would meet him, Qaerris is an enigma, his heart closed off from being understood, though his time is so gladly shared. Often, however, Qaerris makes an exception to his self-distancing, a person or small group of individuals plucked from the crowds of mortals, prodded and befriended, though whether his intentions are nefarious or benevolent, it is hard to tell.

In casual conversation, Qaerris proves himself to be articulate and cultured, a smile accompanying each compliment he pays, a caress smoothly followed with suggestion. Many would find Qaerris to be a dangerous individual, not in the sense of being a danger to others, but his charisma can be a blinder that hampers some from understanding his motives.

History

When Qaerris was born, there was no welcoming wagon for the son of Zanik. There was no spectacular charade or any sign anyone significant had been born. In the year 313, the son of Zanik was born in Hiladrith, though no one but his mother would know it. Seeking to protect her son from the dangers of being a Mortalborn, Trialynn kept her affair with Zanik a secret, instead raising her son as any mother would, refusing to disclose the identity of the father despite the beatings that ensued because of it. Raised in slavery, it was noted immediately that there was something different about Qaerris. The boy seemed to attract others to himself, his amicable nature and sharp wit clear signs of an intelligent, beautiful child. Adolescence did not immediately change anything for the Mortalborn, who, clueless about his identity, took his youth as a chance to learn how to influence others as his mother did, watching the subtle nuances involving physical touch and word play that sought to ensnare the heart and minds of those desperate enough to solicit her 'services'.

However, an age of childhood innocence would not last, and when Qaerris turned 14, he was separated from his mother, carted off to Nashaki with his new mistress, a Qi'ora woman who sought to bring a sale from the 'West.' The long journey saw of period of development for Qaerris, whose adolescent appearance gave way to an adult body to match his sharp wit. When Qaerris and his mistress arrived in Nashaki, it was incredibly difficult for the woman to see through the sale she had committed to, though begrudgingly, Qaerris was passed to a new mistress.Immediately upon seeing her prize, the boy's mistress, the rather well-off, middle-aged wife of a busy merchant, began to groom him to be her personal slave. Over time, Qaerris' mistress found it difficult to keep her hands to herself, calling the young man to her chambers to spend hours admiring him, a practice that Qaerris did nothing to stop or discourage. Seeing his chance, Qaerris seduced his mistress, volunteering himself as her vehicle of pleasure as the woman's husband spent seasons on end outside of the city seeking to expand upon his sizable trade.

When the merchant returned, he came to find nothing but a note, the woman having run off with Qaerris, taking her slave with her as she sought to venture West to her true home in Etzos. Fate would have it that the two made it across the ocean, though Qaerris, seeing his chance to escape his servitude forever, made himself scarce. Qaerris' mistress, not wanting to damage the flawless form of her acquisition, had never sought to imprint a brand upon his flesh, resulting in a fortuitous escape working entirely in his favor. Qaerris quickly decided that a life in Etzos was not one he wanted to live. Knowing that Hiladrith was close by, the boy returned, seeking to find his mother, though her whereabouts were never discovered. Hope wearing thin and pockets empty, Qaerris resorted to what he knew best, finding work in Hiladrith as a harlot for long enough to secure his passage out of the city.

Two decades passed as Qaerris ventured about the continent of Western Idalos, finding himself sleeping in a different bed every few days, making his living as a prostitute for hire as he sought to manufacture a purpose for his existence. Having long realized that his body did not age, Qaerris figured out what his mother had never told him (for his own protection): He was the son of an immortal. But which one? For the next decade, the question gripped at his soul, and Qaerris would not stop until the knowledge was his... He'd seek to confront his mother again, making his way back to Hiladrith before she was lost to time...

Once Qaerris became privy to the nature of who he was, he decided to make the best of the talents his ancestry provided, taking up work as a personal escort. He'd find himself in the city of Viden, where he sought to further the efficiency of his profession by educating himself both in the psychology of mortals and their languages. Cities and faces would become a blur as two centuries separated Qaerris and his birth, the mortalborn finding himself in the kingdom of Rynmere on more than one occasion. Deciding that the city was a place he quite enjoyed visiting, he'd eventually choose it to be a more permanent home...

Memories

And such.

Mortalborn Parentage Story

31st of Cylus, 412

For sixteen years, it had been a battle for Trialynn to muster the energy needed to sustain her will to live. A life of servitude, while never fully devoid of joy, was a drain, a shackle upon hand and foot, but moreso upon the heart and soul. A breath filled the woman's lungs, her breast heaving as she rose her nude form from the bed she was pinned to. Tick. Tock. The clock did not sound from the slave's quarters, but even now she could hear it, so clear as it always was in the room she lounged in whilst on the job. Twelve hours a day spent locked in a room, waiting to be used and taken by whomever saw to it that gold nel lined the pockets of her master. Was it time yet? Had the first client of the ever-lasting night of Cylus come to rouse out of her a nature she knew only in front of a man? With the other women, she was quiet, reserved, yet in the midst of her captivity, forced to sell her body for the profit of another, she found a purpose in it.

Time passes... On the job.

A knock on the door roused Trialynn from her reflection, the somber appearance of a rather broken-looking man caught in the mirror as one last breath was taken. That moment lasted for an age, the visage of yet another man who sought to have his way with her meeting the scrutinizing gaze of the prostitute whom he had paid to ravage. Was there regret in his eyes? Sadness? Both? Neither? As the man approached, an obvious lump in his throat, Trialynn let the scrutiny in her gaze flush away, replaced instead by a coy smile as she arose from the bed, throwing a robe over her nude form as at last she was face to face with her client. Middle-aged, a tan line present where a wedding band once was, the soul in front of Trialynn already spoke tales to her. Rather than simply waiting for the man to do as he pleased, the whore stepped forward. A finger moved to settle upon the client's lips as Trialynn pressed to him. The woman's breasts, covered by the sheer fabric of her robe, would rub against the clothed flesh of the man as Trialynn's lips pressed first to his neck, "Relax..." she assured him, a soft coo set into her tone as those lips continued to carve along the expanse of the man's neck. Trialynn could see hairs stand on end, a shiver passing along, vibrating about the whore's lips as next, her hands began to lower...

Four hours later, the man lay upon Trialynn's bed, spent and asleep, the woman moving to the mirror to take a look upon her own form. Bite marks and fingernail imprints had embedded into the flesh of her neck and her shoulders, a soreness present in her body, but in the end, it didn't matter. Her master would be satisfied.... or rather, he already was. The woman, at long last, felt the release of her leather shackles, no longer pinned to her bed in the absence of a client. Rather, she was no longer in her room at all. Purchased at a price, Trialynn had coaxed from this man her 'freedom' (Chains bound anew! But, this man could be controlled...) and with it the plausibility of a future away from enslavement. But, was it enough? Was there a purpose for her beyond enslavement? Not a moment passed before the man, her new master, stirred from his slumber, the somberness that was in his gaze just hours before in another world gone. Or was it simply abated temporarily?

Looking to her new master, a smile cast upon Trialynn's features, a chill setting down her spine for but a moment as a flurry of possibility mounted within her mind. Was this her new life? What was this to begin with? Thoughts manifested and were subsequently purged as her master approached, an arm curling about Trialynn's waist, a large hand finding her throat. "You used me, didn't you?"

What do you mean?"

"You wanted out. Freedom. A harlot," his fingers began to trail lower, a lump forming in Trialynn's own throat as a trickle of fear began to manifest within her. Though, she kept her facade of calm, her hand moving to catch her master's wrist, force used to disregard her resistance.

I asked nothing of you."

A moment later, Trialynn was on the ground, a fat hand-print bruising her features and hurried footsteps following them as the woman heard a voice, a tone beset upon it as if strummed from the sweetest of ballads. Looking up as she sought to discover where the voice had come from, she listened to its words,

"He was not wrong. Though he believes it to be some sort of trickery. You merely showed him a good time."

Looking around, Trialynn struggled to figure out where the voice was coming from until she realized, he was right in front of her. Breath hitched in the woman's throat, her heart pounding in her chest as He appeared before her. She could not move, or breathe, merely absorbing the sight of the mysterious being before her. When at last the breath came, she choked out,

"And? What of it?"

"It was interesting. You were a diversion with an allure too sweet to refuse. But, he will grow to hate you in time. A least, take solace in that I see you for what you are."

"W-Who?"

But, he was gone.

The man did not return for a time, but when he did... life was never the same.

[Qaerris]

Skill Name	Points Acquired	Total
Acrobatics	+1	1	Unskilled
Acting	[SP] 6 [BK] 2	8	Novice
Appraisal	+1 +1	2	Unskilled
Climbing	+1	1	Unskilled
Endurance	+2 +1	3	Unskilled
Etiquette	+1 +1 +1 +1 +1	5	Unskilled
Flirting	+1	1	Unskilled
Gambling	+1	1	Unskilled
Investigation	+1	1	Unskilled
Medicine]	+1	1	Unskilled
Observation	+1 +4 +3 +2	10	Novice
Persuasion	[SP] 14 [BK] 3 +1 +1 +1	20	Novice
Philosophy	+1	1	Unskilled
Rhetoric	+1 +2 +2 +2 +1 +2	10	Novice
Seduction	[SP] 20, [RB] 10 +2 +3 +1 +1	37	Competent
Socialisation	[BK] 5 +1 +5 +4 +3 +2 +2	22	Novice
Stealth	+1	1	Unskilled
Storytelling	+1	1	Unskilled
Teaching	+1	1	Unskilled
Unarmed Combat	[SP] 10 +1	11	Novice

Basic Knowledge

(SP) Rynmere: Geography
(SP) Immortal: Zanik
(SP) Immortal: Syroa
(SP) Factions: Seekers
(SP) Rynmere: The Noble Houses
(SP) The Races of Idalos
303 Arc Lifespan: Major Historical Events (BK)
Mortalborn: Not Always Safe (BK)
Acrobatics: Forward Roll
Servants: Full of Handy Information
Levinia: The Healer
Rhetoric: Asking the Right Questions
Location: Blacksmith Arms
Elyna: Fetching
Elyna: The Skyrider
Elyna: Hostile
Quintina: Obviously Not a Real Name
Elyna: Enjoys Stories
Unarmed: How to Roll with the Motion of a Tavern Brawl
Elyna: Assaulted?
Andaris Family: Wealthy
Quincy Andaris: Good wine by the bottle
Quincy Andaris: Reveller

Specialized Knowledge

(SP) Acting: Portraying Nobility
(SP) Seduction: Advantages of a Whisper
(SP) Seduction: Useful for Interrogation
(SP) Seduction: A Means to an End
Seduction: How to Pleasure the Body (BK)
Seduction: How to Undress a Woman (BK)
Alcohol: Dulls the Pain
Levinia: Comes from a Family of Doctors
Levinia: Doesn't Yield to Temptation Easily
Evelyn Andaris: Knows How to Keep a Secret
Seduction: Flattery will get you Everywhere
Friendships Never last, People are so Fickle
Philosophy: Forget Unfortunate Experiences by Creating New Ones
Persuasion: Liquor Loosens Lips
Elyna: Easily Read
Knights: Casual Interrogation Methods
Etiquette: Be a Gentleman
Medicine: Cleaning up Blood to Check for Wounds
Elyna: Considers You a Friend
Seduction: As a Form of Distraction
Elyna: A Night of Passion
Quincy Andaris: Sarcastic
Quincy Andaris: Snob
Quincy Andaris: A potential friend
Acripae: Bitter wine, an acquired taste.

Marks Section

Marks

N/A

Abilities

• None, Currently.

Knowledge

None.

[Qaerris]

Housing

Qaerris lives in Midtown Andaris in a stone cottage.

Items

Equipment

• One Set of Toiletries: Soap, A comb or brush, razor, toothbrush, toothpaste,
• One waterskin
• Two sets of eating utensils
• Tinderbox
• Two Blindfolds (One black, one white)
• Two sets of manacles (with a key for each)
• Clamps (large)
• Two large towels
• A washbasin
• Hemp Rope (50ft)
• One Knapsack

Clothing

• One dark brown coat
• One black shirt
• One pair of dark trousers
• One set of underpants
• One pair of high, dark boots
• One Amulet, given to Qaerris by his mother. This amulet had slight dents and scratches from the passage of time, but is otherwise in good condition. (Prized Possession)

Arcane/Divine

None.

[Qaerris]

Ledger

Item	Purchase	Addition
Starting Cash	...	+100GN
Approval Purchases	-20GN	...
Wages (Ashan 716)	...	223gn 8sn 6cn
...	...	...
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Total Currency: 0 ON, 303 GN, 8 SN, 6 CN
Seasonal Expenses: To Be Added.

Thread List

Memories

Thread Name (Linked)	Other Participants (Links to CS)	Thread Date	Graded?
Spider Among Snakes	Basilisk	11th of Cylus, 577	No.
The First Lesson	Basilisk	11th of Cylus, 577	No.
...	...	...	...

Arc 716

Thread Name (Linked)	Other Participants (Links to CS)	Thread Date	Graded?
To Serve	Levinia	30th of Cylus, 716	Yes.
Guilt & Thirst	Levinia	1st of Ashan, 716	No.
Heart in the Hand	None.	13th of Ashan, 716	Yes.
A Most Joyous Affair	Quincy Andaris	27th of Ashan, 716	No.
Boats and Ho-	Quincy Andaris	27th of Ashan, 716	No.
Seeking Motive	Malcolm, Elyna	41st of Ashan, 716	Yes.
Choices	Elyna	43rd of Ashan, 716	Yes.
Spinning Color	Zvezdana	47th of Ashan, 716	No.
Rest, Relax	Elyna	52nd of Ashan, 716	Yes.
Honoring the Andaris	Various.	64th of Ashan, 716	No.
...	...	...	...