Race: Aasimar
Class: Barbarian / Warlock
Background: Gladiator / Entertainer
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Age: 24
Gender: Female
A Fallen Aasimar's Rise from the Ashes
My life began like many Aasimar, marked by difference. Born to Deleska Hasmut, a human barkeep with a fiery spirit, and a father rumored to be Garagos himself, I inherited my mother's pale skin, but also a swirling rainbow of colors that adorned my flesh.
Growing up was a whirlwind of fistfights and altercations. Bullied for my appearance and my innate rebellious streak, I was a constant thorn in the side of every authority figure in our small town. By sixteen, I was a regular in the jail cell, my reputation preceding me.
It was during one of these extended stays that an opportunity arose - a chance to escape the confines of my cell and step into the arena. The coliseum beckoned, promising not only freedom but also a chance to prove myself.
I embraced the challenge, training relentlessly for a year before finally stepping onto the blood-soaked sands. I rose quickly through the ranks, dominating the lightweight division and making a name for myself as a fierce middleweight contender.
For the first time in my life, I tasted success. I had fame, fortune, and even found love in the arms of Theresa Thersken, a human woman with a kind heart and a gentle touch.
But my happiness was short-lived. During a grand festival, after a particularly brutal victory, I found myself in the Imperial Governor's box, basking in the cheers of the crowd. It was then that the Governor, a cruel and arrogant man, declared his intention to take Theresa as his bride.
The next thing I remember is a bloodbath. The Governor, Theresa, and several other victors lay dead, their bodies mangled and broken. I stood amidst the carnage, my wings stripped of their golden feathers, reduced to spectral silver wisps that could no longer carry me aloft.
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The dragon overlord of the city, impressed by my ferocity, spared my life. Instead of execution, I was declared insane and cast into an asylum, my only solace a locket containing Theresa's hair. Every few months, I was dragged from my cell to fight in exhibition matches, a spectacle for the dragon's amusement.
Two years passed in this haze of despair. Then, one day, a celestial being appeared in my cell. It spoke of revenge, of freedom from the chains of tyranny. It offered me a chance to join a rebellion, to fight against the dragons that had destroyed my life and countless others.
With a heart filled with renewed purpose and a thirst for vengeance, I accepted the celestial's offer. I would rise from the ashes of my past, a fallen Aasimar with a burning desire to bring justice to Saphera.
Telakar's Appearance
Telakar Hasmut, the fallen Aasimar, is a striking figure, her appearance a testament to her tumultuous journey and her indomitable spirit. Her once vibrant Aasimar features are now tinged with a subtle sorrow, a reflection of the hardships she has endured.
Her pale skin, inherited from her human mother, is now marred by scars, a testament to her countless battles in the arena and her defiance against the dragon's tyranny. Her once radiant wings, now spectral and flightless, droop slightly, a reminder of the day her love was stolen and her freedom shattered.
Her most captivating feature is her eyes. A deep and vibrant gold, they shimmer with a fierce determination and a hint of the celestial power that still resides within her. Her gaze is unwavering, reflecting a spirit unbroken by years of imprisonment and torment.
Telakar's attire is a blend of practicality and defiance. She favors simple, functional garments that allow for ease of movement, often accented with the colors of her Aasimar heritage - a subtle reminder of the celestial power that still flickers within her. A simple tunic and trousers, dyed a deep crimson, are her preferred attire, allowing her to move freely and fight without restriction.
A locket, containing a lock of Theresa's hair, hangs around her neck, a constant reminder of her lost love and the injustice she seeks to avenge. It is a symbol of her unwavering determination and the driving force behind her rebellion.
Telakar's overall appearance is one of resilience and defiance. She is a warrior, a survivor, and a beacon of hope in a world consumed by darkness. Her presence is a testament to the enduring power of the human spirit and the unwavering pursuit of freedom.