Sabira
Sabira
Sabira is a Reality-Seeking Changeling (meaning she utilizes her True Form as her main form) that was stolen by the Fey as an infant, and thus grew up in the Sylvan Plane among the Fey Folk.
She's lived within the Material Plane for 1 year and now, dons a hood and scarf to hid her features in order to conceal her identity as a Changeling; still refusing to hide within a Persona/Masked form that the majority of Changelings employ. She hope this... Odd honesty will make her seem trustworthy... It hasn't yet. As she has frequently been exploited for her use and then discarded the moment her usefulness has evaporated. Leading to her previously Naive, Optimistic view on the world to sour and cause her to further hide herself away, growing more Pessimistic as this new found plane becomes her home. And further trauma experienced within this new world solidifying her hatred for her own ability (shapechanging).
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
Slim / Skinny / Gaunt
Body Features
Incredibly thin, with very sharp features throughout her body.
Facial Features
Sharp Cheekbones
Small, shorter than the average human - nose
Large eyes
Eyebrows appear half-shaved
Identifying Characteristics
White - Pupilless Eyes
All hair, eyelashes included, is STARK white
Physical quirks
Slouches Often / BAD Posture
Special abilities
Shapechange - As an action, you can change your appearance and your voice. You determine the specifics of the changes, including your coloration, hair length, sex, height and weight. You can make yourself appear as a member of another race, though none of your game statistics change. You can’t duplicate the appearance of a creature you’ve never seen, and you must adopt a form that has the same basic arrangement of limbs that you have. Your clothing and equipment aren’t changed by this trait.
Apparel & Accessories
Hood and Scarf warn at nearly all times - takes them off only to sleep.
Mental characteristics
Gender Identity
Female
Sexuality
Doesn't subscribe to a sexuality, but if she had to pick a label it'd be bisexual, however many assume she's asexual due to her inability to pick up on flirting and thus brutally brushing off advances.
Education
N/A
Employment
Homeless
Now enrolled in adventurers guild & a cult of the pheonix.
Mental Trauma
Several occasions of being beaten for her race. Hides her face and if she is forcibly exposed becomes terrified and out of control.
Sold to a brothel.
Morality & Philosophy
Reality Seeking Changeling - spends majority of her time in her True Form
Taboos
Has an odd hatred for her own kind due to an aversion to lies that has since evolved away from that and become a hatred of Shapechangers of any race.
Personality Characteristics
Motivation
Wishes to find belonging. Doesn't care where she finds it, but it quickly begins to feel like a pipe dream.
Savvies & Ineptitudes
Incredibly good at speaking with people, but is terrified of rejection in all forms.
Also very bad at impluse control... for example she's in a Warlock pact that she doesn't know about.
Likes & Dislikes
Likes
- Animals
- Fruit - fav food: strawberries
- Music & Dancing - however not a fan of attention so takes some coaxing to get her to dance in front of others
- Company
- ShapeChangers - her own ability included
- being naked / the feeling of being exposed/vulnerable - physically & emotionally
Vices & Personality flaws
Grumpy / Broody when uncomfortable or unsure.
Hygiene
When she's given the opportunity to take a bath she takes it and scrubs until her skin is raw.
Social
Contacts & Relations
Caesanna - body guard of... sorts
Family Ties
N/A - kidnapped by the fey as an infant
Religious Views
Refuses to acknowledge them. Doesn't believe they are worthy of any form of worship.
Social Aptitude
Trust Issues
Wealth & Financial state
Poor
Changeling Arch-Fey Warlock
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Alignment
Neutral
Age
23
Date of Birth
Unknown due to how Time is warped in the Sylvan Plane
Birthplace
Material Plane (then brought to Sylvan Plane)
Children
Current Residence
Material Plane
Gender
Female
Eyes
White
Hair
White
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Light Grey
Height
5'4
Weight
120
- Common
- Elvish
- Gnomish
- Sylvan
[6] Act 2: Tyke, Shadecast, and Olic
I... Well. We ended up in the void. Not much of note beyond us finding Tyke and Evindel insisting that we go and get his sister. I understand why, doesn't stop me from feeling like we are running out of time. I don't know... I don't know what my mind is doing to me honestly. I've been struggling with my own suicidal thoughts for months now, drowning them in alcohol for a bit... And now I am presented with this prophetic death almost and... I... I don't want to. I guess I... Well it doesn't sit right with me that I be the martyr. What right do I have to be noted, even briefly in a history book as the vessel that captured and brought to death with her the 'Witch of Calamity'. No. I don't want to be noticed, recognized, or revered. Maybe they won't... Maybe it will be the rest of them who get their names jotted down. Maybe I will be preventing a chapter in the tomes of history all together... But if for some reason a damn creature with a pen writes it down I... I don't want it.
But here we are now. In the Shadecast... Armin and Evindel almost immediately were trying to kill each other. Evindel was no help in navigating this place, and good lord is it insanely depressing! We did find his sister though, after they got their heads thoroughly fucked with. This plane is fucking hell. I have no idea why anyone is here. But we did manage to get out and by some miracle it was near the ruins. Got a letter from Wayne that I didn't read until we got on the boat. He apparently still wanted to speak with me... too late dude. I'm on a boat. I don't know if I would have had the energy to speak with him anyway... Perhaps it is best that I just... Left. I'll be doing just that soon anyway. God it feels like its coming up too fast. Everyone in town was already panicking about a second Cataclysm. I thought I'd have more time...
We took a boat to Armin's country though. Was a short ride comparatively. I was passed out drunk for most of it.
Got to see the inner workings of Armin's life here. Then we got briefed on a definite second Cataclysm. Fucking perfect. Armin has mentioned not letting me die. All of them have in fact. But how is that fair? I mean... I don't want to be a martyr. Maybe I can negotiate with them. Get them to prevent it somehow. I just... No matter how selfish I try to be I cannot justify saving myself at the expense of what must be many more people. People with actual families and people who love them. I am not liked - I am barely tolerated - so... If anyone should die... I may be the least catastrophic option.
Fuck I am all over the place! I can't decide what I want. I do not want to die, I don't want to be a martyr, but FUCK how could I stand by as the world tries to end?! I hate myself! I hate this! I should have never come to this plane. I should have never helped that fucking bastard Sylas, and I should have never listened to Caesanna! I should have just died alone and unimportant in the Faecast... How selfish of me to ever think the solution to my loneliness was elsewhere... anywhere. I should have killed myself before any of this shit could happen. Then someone better would be making these choices... Someone like Evindel. Someone who knows how to do the right thing.
If you find this after I'm dead... Promise to forget me. Tell a different tale. Maybe the witch just... appeared and our party killed her, saving the day... Armin fought Ashcore on his own, like the talented solider he is. Rainier is the only one that stopped Evindel from killing Caesanna. Caesanna arrived alone to the Kobold job... And nobody knows why Revan keeps having pimps murdered. Its a real mystery.
But I beg of you. Forget me.
[5] Act 2: The Past
It happened... We went through the journey into the void plane. It wasn't too bad at first since seemed we were exposed to Garth's memories. Mostly good ones there, and saw a younger Caesanna. Seems the guy has been following her for a while.
Next it was Evindel, and not much was surprising, since he's been a pretty open book about his past... But I don't think I could have imagined the Shadecast without living those memories. Makes sense why everything seems new to him. I wonder at what it was like to live within a family... however not out of envy for him. That shit looked like hell. I feel privileged to have grown up alone.
Then we got a look into Tel's life. That was a surreal world to witness. Though I guess it isn't far off from this plane's existence that I've experienced in Revan, but it... There was less bad. But also still this sense of struggle. Gave some clarity to why she couldn't fight with us. And Armin's gave us almost too much clarity... And definitely too much for Tel.
But his memories came last... Mine came after Tel's. I didn't let my memories linger much... but the jist was there. Although... much of what I'd forgotten has come back to me. I am destined to die it seems. I... I don't know... I am still rather shocked by that whole part of my past.
Caesanna it seems lived a relatively normal life, even though she was orphaned... didn't seem to care much for it. Cannot blame her. I have no interest in finding my birth parents either. Seems an impossible task. But then... seems she was right that night about an overwhelming urge to protect me. Well, seems it isn't necessarily for my sake, but just... preserving the vessel.
That's what I am now... I can't seem to decide on if I feel cheated or finally given a life worth living... Neither feels entirely correct.
I wonder what Rainer would have thought. I wonder what we would have seen through his eyes. Everyone would know about his panty raid. That thought cheers me up some. What a absolute dork.
But then we saw Armin's past. One of the more unknowns in this party...
He seemed to grow up as he said. Grew to be a knight, and I think Caesanna's drunk assessment of him was correct, Rainier would have hated him. He was in a family of knights but had a love affair with Tel's sister, a rival family to his. But GOD did the void really have to have those pieces of our lives on display-
... Seems Caesanna and Evindel are virgins... as is Tel, but that's less surprising... Odd. I would have thought the Eladrin were more promiscuous than that. All the other fey seem to be.
God and they all know now my own... history. Fuck. Evindel is gonna hug me isn't he? No. He'll probably be too upset by his own memories. Or slapping Armin on the back for his own... conquest. I wonder if she's waiting for him back at his home. Wouldn't that be sweet. For once someone gets to go home to a happy ending... That'd be good.
Maybe we all could, well except for me. But it wasn't a happy start. To die possibly saving the world from a probably dangerous witch, might not be entirely sad. But an end. Just an end. I guess I could live with that.
Fuck, they all are gonna fret over me now. No... maybe not. I've done well at keeping them distant. They probably won't care too much. Least it won't hurt them when I'm gone. Perhaps that'd be worse. But they can't know that.
I'll have to make sure this journal is destroyed before I go, if I can help it. They don't need to know. It's better if they don't... I'll miss them. Even Armin...
NO! Gods! This is insane. I'm just a fucking shit whore who ran away! Is always running away! I don't want any of this!
...Someone find that witch so I can get this over with.
[4] Act 2: The Void
There was a fucking cunt behind that door. Some religious nut. Made me appreciate Evindel more. And the fucker smote Sylas! The idiot ran over to... To what? Save me? I don't know his true motives, but I can always count on them not being good. Saw coins glimmering in his eyes on that choice. Probably a fitting end that it got him killed, but that was not the stupid zealot's life to take! In fact I didn't want his life taken. I wanted to scream at him, make him miserable. Pray to any god that would listen to inflict my memories onto him as if they were his own. I wanted him to live in the torture that I live in. Know the disgusting reality of never feeling clean, no matter how raw you scrub your skin. Him and Wayne... And gods... Wayne survived. He wants to fucking talk. Oh I have words for him alright. But later...
We found a stone, similar to the one Rainier had taken from the kobolds. Gods, to think this all came about from a bunch of kobolds wanting booze! But the man in the stone needs us to get him out. He can't even be sure that we will make it back. But in we go... The only thing I'm worried about is how its going to happen. Apparently its going to reveal our pasts to each other. Caesanna I have no doubt will barely care. I already told her the work I did... how I got there? Who knows how she'll take that... The men however... I may have to end up traveling on my own I guess. Figure something out. If we can even get out of the plane. If we can even survive... Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if I died. Maybe it'd be the best thing for me. I am not more than a monster and a bitch. The world would most likely be better with one less changeling.
[3] Act 2: Unmasked
I carelessly forgot to tell the others to not give me away to those I knew. We entered the city and had no true danger come about until an owlbear sent a pack of wolves running. Evindel and Armin were able to kill it, but Sylas killed a fleeing wolf. Claimed it was coming at him. I never knew him to be an idiot, but cruel... Yes. The man could be cruel. Armin seems a knight in all things, getting in his face about the innocent life he took. It was then he asked me if what Sylas said was true... Addressing me by my name. It was an innocent enough mistake on his part, but I froze. I saw the recognition in their faces. Oh they remember me... But I was surprised when they did nothing. I guess it sort of makes sense... I didn't do much when I found them. Perhaps they are plotting just as I was.
But damn! All the plans I'd dreamed up hinged on them being unaware I was there until the moment I wanted them to know. The moment I took to show them that I was the one who'd kill fucking Sylas. Wayne... I am still conflicted. Up until the day he held me captive he'd been kind to me... But so had Sylas. His game was just more cunning and... I'd only admit it here. It hurt more. Like a foolish girl I felt something for him and he used it. Wayne... I still can't make out if he knew or not. If he was just as guilty.
Maybe... No. Sylas knew what he was doing. The man knew Rene. And even if he didn't know what I'd endure, it isn't like he'd care. There was no petitioning for me to be treated well. He bartered and sold me. And Wayne handed me off just as well. Gods, I wish I could have them under my heel. Rip the reasons from them like that owlbears claws. If only I had such a power. If I am to escape them... If I ever am to kill them. ME. Not those who think they can protect me... It will have to be carefully planned. No mistakes... If only I had the cunning cruelty of Sylas. Perhaps I could devise such a thing. Fucking all that drinking has fogged my head... I should have just shot them down when I found out! DAMN MY BRAIN! MY BODY! Freezing up when I should have just LUNGED! Ripping them apart with my own teeth! If only my panic could feed the anger I'd be feasting... But I am not. I starve in my fear as the pathetic, worthless, changeling bitch I am.
My story should have ended there. I should have just hung myself from that window instead. Then this pain would be over, and short lived.
If only I could inflict those memories onto THEM. Oh what a fitting torture. If only I could. And then force them to keep living with it. Yes, I should figure how to ruin them as they have ruined me. The only question... is how?
Now we enter the temple after an ambush of drakes... It feels eerie. And I hope I haven't lost my chance.
[2] Act 2: Reunion
I do not know what is in the drinks of this new land... But my head was throbbing this morning. I think I forgot to pull my mask up cause everyone seemed to be staring at me longer than usual. I guess only Caesanna has really seen me without it. All I know is I felt miserable...
We ended up going to look for that Lost City apparently that sent us all the way out here. Everything seems nicer than Revan... But I feel uneasy here. Revan I knew to expect the absolute worst, and be pleasantly surprised when it didn't happen... Here... Not a damn clue. This hangover also is not helping me make sense of much. I can't even really remember how we got to the city. There was this guy though that took us... Baila? No... There was a name before that. It was important... Pasahnj Baila! That was it. Him and Armin were talking and turns out Pasahnj is a lost country that he's from. Baila is his name. Seems like an ok dude. Not sure if trust worthy, but tells a nice story, and he DID get us to the city...
But that only led to more... Unsure if its a problem yet. Wayne and Sylas somehow are also here. With 3 other guys I don't recognize. I hid behind Armin until he nearly ran me over! Not like I gave him a heads up I guess... Should have just gripped the back of his tunic and hung there till we were gone. But fuck... I don't know... I hate that fucking dick, Sylas... but here I am just... babbling... Maybe I should quit drinking. I've lost my grip on... myself I think.
Before I would have sent bolts through him without a word. No questions, no talking. He may not even have seen it was me... No. Even now I'd want him to know who killed him. Perhaps it's best I hesitated. I can truly plan something now. What? I'm not sure... I need to think quickly though. Before he recognizes me.
And what if the bastard never recognizes me? What if I was barely a blip in his life, while he eclipses much of mine? Oh, I will make him remember. I will carve it into his mind myself. Leave him crippled and broken to forever be reminded of me and how he ruined MY LIFE. So I shall ruin his.... There's just the issue of the others... Wayne and his party, as well as my own. Fuck... If only my brain wasn't swimming!
[1] Act 2: The Beginning
Picked this up out of boredom and... Loneliness. Sounds like such a sad sack thing to say but... It's true. Even with Caesanna and Evindel I feel... Alone. It's my own doing. I have nobody else to blame. Even if it would feel better to toss SOMETHING at someone else’s feet.... But no. I am the master of my own folly. So I sit here, on the grave of my friend... scribbling about stupid shit I don't even understand. God I am pathetic. A whiney, piece of utter trash. I didn't even... Rainier died and I write about him being my friend when I could barely call him so in life. So he had to die for me to do so? Wonder if that's how I finally call Evindel a friend. Sitting on his grave feeling sorry for myself... No, maybe I can do better before that happens...
I must be tipping over that edge now. The drink is making me far too melancholy. Evindel and Caesanna are out doing... Who knows what. I can't seem to bring myself to do much. I just drink and sit here, rolling dice over a man's grave who I barely knew. Wonder if I'm next. Gods please let it be me next.
Alright... that's enough drink. Rest goes to ol' Rainier.
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Went to the beach today... Forgot how nice the water was. Reminded me of... better times. Or the beginning of the worst I guess. But I was in a good mood today and that hadn't lingered in my mind for too long. Fuck, I must be a sappy drunk. That's annoying. Wonder if Sylas thought he was gonna sell me out when he taught me how to swim...
Well that bad time aside, was nice to go today. Evindel and Armin were ridiculous, but they seemed to be enjoying themselves and it was nice to see, if not amusing. Evindel apparently has never experienced an ocean. Man seems to have lived in the ashes of a sun-less land from how much he hasn't seen or done anything. But eventually everyone just started fishing, I was content with just swimming. It'd been a while. I was surprised at how easy it was to get back to. If I wasn't what I was I'd want to do it more... But nothing ruins a families beach day like a filthy changeling slipping under the water. Oh well. As long as I have drink I'll be fine.
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Armin got some kind of mission from his King. I honestly am just along for whatever ride they decide to go on. Armin is capable, I'm sure it won't be too bad... Not sure what it is. But then again I wasn't paying much attention. We said our goodbyes to Rainier... Weirdly I'll miss my routine. It wasn't like we were super close but... I mean the guy never had the chance to betray me so... Probably the nicest human I've met in this realm. I miss him sometimes, but not sure why.... Plus it was the only place I could drink and not get odd looks. Problem or not, this shit makes life way more bearable than when I was sober. And I have the money for this shit now! Drunk I can almost forget all the shitty parts. It just falls away for a bit and I feel like a person again...
Pfft that's fucking sad! But what are you gonna do? It's the truth. We are on a boat now. It's huge and never been sailing on a boat before, especially for as long as we will be traveling so... New adventure.
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FUCK.
BOATS.
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We got off the boat, thank GODs! Bought a bottle of the strong stuff to try and get through this last leg and seems its working its usual miracles. Sedates me enough I guess to just not feel sick. Drunk legs are synonymous with sea legs it seems! HA! Perfect.
Oh and there was a giant White Whale. That was terrifying. Rowed so hard my arms feel like they are water themselves. Armin was insane, but also impressive, once again. He was climbing the thing and stabbing at its eye until it ran off. Evindel and Caesanna were shooting at it... I was just rowing. Nothing I did helped. Not surprising. I seem to be growing more and useless among them. But those feelings are just washed away by the cleansing power of... I forget what's in this bottle...
Oh well, we docked the boat and now.... well I guess we get ready for a full day tomorrow.
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