The Past And Profile Of Menarra Darkblade

[Sister Sequoia 438]

((To make this clear from the beginning, her past is not pleasant, but it is what it is and I will not be mincing words about it.  This is a mixed biography between her LotC past and her D&D past, which are nearly identical with a few deviations.  Some of you may have seen these histories before with different location names, this is because I change the locations based on what story-verse I'm RPing her in, be it LotC, D&D, or something else.))

 

FULL NAME: Menarra Darkblade

NICKNAME: 'Narra' or 'Black Rose'
CLASS: Warrior and Assassin
BIRTHPLACE: Desert Wastes

RACE: Dark Elf (drow)
GENDER: Female
AGE: 115+
SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Pansexual
WEAPON PREFERENCE: Axes and Hand-claws (iron claws that attach to the fingers)

MOTHER: Me'eraal - enslaved, location unknown
FATHER: Larsu'yan Darkblade - deceased
ADOPTIVE MOTHER: Vailoen Johnson
ADOPTIVE FATHER: Barry Johnson

HAIR COLOUR: Orange
EYE COLOUR: Purple, with a tint of red.
HEIGHT: 7'2"
SKIN COLOR: Dark Grey
BODY TYPE/BUILD: Athletic, femininely muscled, medium bosom.
DEFAULT EXPRESSION: Menarra favors a cold, blank stare in most situations, but when she is on the hunt, fighting, or in a situation heading in a sexual direction, she has a predatory grin that she can't help.
PIERCINGS: Two gold loops on her right ear on the top and bottom, one gold loop in the middle of the left ear.

PERSONALITY: Menarra is a predator, first and foremost. She filed her own teeth to a sharp point at an early age for intimidation and to make it clear she was not one to take lightly. She is cold yet affectionate, though it quickly becomes clear her affection is not healthy to most, as her tastes are quite...disturbing...to most, expecially her cannibalistic side, as she has been known to eat the bodies of some of her victims at times.

..WHEN YOU FIRST MEET THEM: Very judgemental, cold, and arrogant, though if she likes the look of you she will seem somewhat affectionate or flirtatious.
..AS YOU KNOW THEM BETTER(AND THEY LIKE YOU): She will open up a little and tell you of herself, as well as generally shoot-the-breeze and flirt in a manner that is less likely to end with your injury.
POSITIVE CHARACTERISTICS: Menarra can have gentle, affectionate moments with those she shares a bed with, and with her extremely few trusted friends and family. Despite her love of blood and carnage, she is still very feminine, and can be softened with tokens of affection at times.
NEGATIVE CHARACTERISTICS: Possibly over opinionated, and takes a perverse pleasure in humiliating overs. Never afraid to lie and manipulate others for her own gain.

FAVORITE COLOUR: Black
FAVORITE FOOD: Spit-roasted feline (Ferals included [Kharajyr in LotC lore, Ferals in Drow lore])
FAVORITE ANIMAL: Wolves
DRINK/SMOKE/DRUGS: She favors pumpkin brews and hard liquor, and can hold her drink fairly well.
SOFT SPOT/VULNERABILITY: Wolves and black gems.
COMFORTABLE TEMPERATURE: Arid/Dry Heat
SLEEPING PATTERN: Restless and suffering from bouts of insomnia, she sleeps odd hours but is used to running on little rest for long stretches and remaining focussed. Will sleep for 12+ hours after several days without rest at times.
CLEANLINESS/NEATNESS: She has little regard for cleanliness, though she manages her hair regularly.
DRUNK TYPE: Mischievous and flirtatious, though it takes a good many drinks to get her drunk, once she is, she doesn't know when to quit her drinking and gets a little out of control at times, and is a bit quicker to take offense and can turn violent, though sloppy. 
DONE ANYTHING TO GET IN TROUBLE WITH THE LAW: For most of her life she has been outside the law, raised as a bandit, striking off solo and slaving, pillaging and corrupting with her Master until his untimely death, and now training new assassin apprentices in his memory as she was trained.
 

OTHER REFERENCE PICTURES: (pics in this gallery are all SFW) http://imgur.com/a/5z6fB

 

 

Detailed History::

 

Menarra Darkblade is a young, beautiful Drow, only 115 years old. She has red/orange hair and deep pink eyes, and dark grey skin. She was raised in a bandit camp in the deserts of Aegis by her father, Larsu'yan Darkblade, who led the camp, and taught her everything he knew. She never knew her mother, Me'eraal, who was a slave bought for a night by her father, and taken from her at birth by him. She became moderately skilled with small daggers, but exceptional at hand-to-hand combat. She went with her father on many raids once she was a teenager and could assist him, and enjoyed the work thoroughly. She helped her father on many of his 'jobs', and even helped him hunt down and kill a few 'marks'. Her training was long and tough, her father never letting up. Her only breaks were for sleep, food, and to go with him on jobs so she could learn the trade of the bandit firsthand. There were three ‘jobs’ in particular that shaped who she became, and hardened her to the world and the people in it. 

The first was when she was 17, her father got a contract on a nobleman of the human lands who was always surrounded by bodyguards, but hired prostitutes and was alone with them in his chambers for extended periods. She gladly volunteered to pose herself as one of his callgirls. She bribed the local whorehouse owner to pose her as a new acquisition, and the nobleman paid for her services. That night, as she began to attend to his needs, she pulled a dagger from her shoe's sole and slit his throat, a satisfied grin on her face as his blood poured out onto the bed around them, bringing the knife to her lips and licking the blood from the blade slowly, savoring her first solo kill as his blood stained the sheets around them. She slipped out the window and returned to her father with the nobleman’s finger, his official signet ring still on it. 

The second was when she was 20, her father caught wind of a caravan of supplies and armor heading along the borders of the orcish deserts and the human lands, and it would be taking a path in the wilderness to avoid the guarded inner roads. The entire camp mobilized at her father’s word and they went out to ambush the caravan in the forests just off the King's Road as it passed through. The ambush went off as planned, the caravan guards were killed swiftly, leaving only a man and young boy on the cart who were steering the horses. Menarra’s father quickly dispatched the man, then turned to her, asking what she thought to do with the boy. She did not respond, just smiled sweetly and walked over to the boy. As she approached she could see the hope grow in his eyes as he stammered at her, “M..misses…I will be useful…I’ll…” then his eyes go wide as she doesn’t break her stride, pulling out a blade and stabbing him in the heart, looking up to her father, who nodded to her, and telling him simply in a sweet, playful tone, “No witnesses.~” 

The third was when she was 26, and her father returned to camp with a young woman, bound and gagged. When Menarra asked who she was, he said she was the daughter of one of the elven farmers, and that she made the mistake of wandering too close to their scouting party. She was tied down and beaten until she became submissive, then Menarra’s father asked her to take a message to a contact of theirs who would be happy to have another slave to sell. She did not hesitate, and even assisted in delivering the girl to her new master as she struggled to get away. She felt a small pang of remorse and sympathy for the girl, but the payment was generous for the pretty girl, and Menarra celebrated the good fortune with the rest of the bandit camp, sharing song and Rum all around. 

All of that changed when she was 30. She was out in the desert, away from the bandit camp at a place of privacy only her and her father knew of, when she received a messenger bird from her father, the message it carried spattered in blood, telling her the camp was being attacked and would fall before she received that note, and to run and never return, describing the attackers as the family of the elven girl they sold four years back. She briefly thought of going back, already in tears, but knew her father and the others were already dead, so she ran into the desert, and kept running, living off the land for nearly four months, fleeing the fall of Aegis through the Verge like so many others, wandering the new lands of Asulon before stumbling into an abandoned town in a desert a distance from Skravia and the Sequoia Grove, out past the snowy pine forests, her heavy armor long broken and discarded, traded for tattered leathers and a well-worn axe on her back. She met a young wood elf there named Marsuvees, and after a rocky meeting they began a relationship of convenience, supporting eachother.

She began a new life there, improving the four small buildings of the town and plying her trade at night, taking what she needed and avoiding the guards of local Skravia while at the same time becoming the adopted daughter of it's High King and Queen, the High Queen actually being Marsuvees' mother, though they weren't on very good terms. She was beginning to dig secret rooms under her house, lining it with the tools of her trade, preparing to start anew, continuing her life as a bandit and slaver in her new home, before she made a mistake of trusting a man calling himself Akur. She ran into him in the wilderness some distance from the Sequoia Grove, while hunting game in the swamps. He joined her in her hunt, and even protected her from a rival Drow that lunged out of a cave that she did not notice. They took down a wild boar and had a nice meal of freshly cooked pork out in the swamps, where they talked and shared stories of past hunts. Akur offered his axe arm to her, for hunting and any other purpose she may desire, and invited her to his home to eat and discuss their future business together. Menarra dwelled shortly on it, then accepted, knowing she would need allies to start her banditry again. 

Once they arrived at his home, Akur slammed the blunt side of his axes into her head several times, rendering her unconscious and taking her into his dungeon below the house, where she was chained to the wall with spiked chains, the cuffs lined with inward-facing spikes, meaning the more she struggled, the more pain she would endure as the spikes dug into her skin. Once bound she was stripped and left naked in the cells for a few days, Akur only returning to give her water and to torment her body or take pleasure from it as he wished. Menarra could hear the screams of another girl in another cell on occasion, could hear how she was beaten and tortured when she displeased Akur. She spent the first days talking tough and trying to intimidate him, to no avail at all. She tried to learn anything she could about her captor, but he revealed nothing but his name, and his love of blood, torture, and women. As the days crept on and she was humiliated and tortured for the pleasure of Akur and a hooded woman she knew only as ‘Mistress’, her mind began to give in and fracture. 

The same routine continued for several weeks, beatings, humiliation, and torture if she acted out, which all wore down her will to resist, her mind slowly becoming a haze of pain and shame. Finally her mind broke, her willpower giving out as Akur promised her a new life if she would submit, and she gave in, swearing herself to his service, mind too weak to hold on any longer or endure the pain a moment longer. She spent her first months as a servant and slave, doing what she was told by her Master and his Mistress, without hesitation. She earned their respect for her fighting abilities, and eventually earned their affection, no longer merely a slave, but an apprentice and companion to them both. Menarra took on the alias ‘Black Rose’ and began following her Master on his trips to Skravia and other nearby settlements. Over the next few years she came to truly love Akur and Altariel, her Master and Mistress, and she would do anything to please them, and lay down her life in their defense. She saw them as her savior, raising her from a life of simple banditry to something far greater, with nothing left to hold her back. 

In her time in this new life, she had helped torture several people, finding great pleasure in the pain and fears of others. She had helped to redesign her Master’s home, installing many new traps and helping to carve his dungeon's expanding corridors with pick and shovel, helping him raise the grand towers of his fortress, and laboring happily for the good of her Master. She took on an apprentice of her own, a friend from her former life that had shown great promise to her and her Master, her name was Eleyra. She trained her in her footsteps, seeding her authority and influence wherever she could in an effort to prove herself further to her Master. She built her own corridors within the dungeon, designing it for combat training, torture cells, and executions. A dark day came when her apprentice betrayed them, returning to her old life and seeking to evade Akur and Menarra. They hunted the girl down, killed her entire family, then took her head, which to this day sits on a pike in Menarra’s torture cells, now just a long dead skull. 

Decades passed of this routine, Menarra taking on a new apprentice, Violet, whom she gave the name Sapphire Dawn, and who was completely and utterly loyal to her in all ways, and building her power and influence. Disaster struck however, and her Master died in a terrible accident, experimenting with magics that turned out to be too much for him to control. He was torn asunder before her eyes, and the horrible event completely shattered her for a time, and she left her home and apprentices, wandering aimlessly and without purpose. She found some small solace in gruesome, terrible murders, and bedding any man or woman that remotely caught her fancy, usually killing them after taking the pleasure she desired. Many years have passed, and some event at the Monks' temple had caused the lands to become more and more inhospitable and accursed. She caught word of a new, prosperous land, a series of nearly unspoiled islands, rich with resources and opportunity. Menarra mulled the decision over for a few weeks, then packed a very few belongings before caving in their old dungeon and toppling the towers, leaving her past behind her to make a new purpose for herself in this new land, and ensuring that any of her Master's remaining secrets could not be found by others. She was ready to begin again as soon as she got on the boat....

[TheBareSheet 194]

Just came by because I was pretty bored, but this Mali's history is pretty exciting! Your artwork was very appealing too. Though I a bit suprised of the frankness of some pictures (half naked one).

[nobody 146]

Very interesting story I must say. And a good read at that.

[lev 627]

*Claps enthusiastically*

[Dromui 754]

Darkblade? Fan of Malus Darkblade? Good books, very good books.

[Sister Sequoia 438]

actually I've never heard of Malus Darkblade, I just thought up the name and liked it.lol