Born to an assassin and swordsmith, Monsolu Chilvadai carried a darkness inside her, a darkness that has been passed down from generation to generation. The Underdark is where she spent the majority of her life and time, but she would occasionally be sent to the surface to assassinate or abduct her ancestor's enemies. On one such mission, Monsolu encountered a wight and got attacked by it, leaving her entire left arm withered. After seeking help from her mother and being rejected, Monsolu was marked as impure. Receiving this mark meant only one thing, death. In an attempt to escape the impending death Monsolu's mother bestowed on her, she snuck onto a ship as a stowaway even though she feared the sea, but she feared her mother even more. Monsolu's misfortunate would not stop there, however, as a thunderous storm cause the vessel to shipwreck. Leaving the once hidden Monsolu washed up on the shore of an unknown land.
Monsolu stops and gives the man an annoyed look. "Who's asking, huh?" Distracted by how irritating the gentleman is being, she crosses her arms and scoffs, but as she does, she accidently hurts her left arm and hisses in pain. "Nevermind that, I really don't have time for this." She moves around the man. "Now out of my way, I have things to do." She grumpily storms off and disappears into the busy crowd.
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