Role

Chapter 2

In every society, no matter how structured, there are individuals who don't fit
established patterns. From her earliest childhood, Jyslin Lin'Baenre was an
oddity for the drow city, Menzoberranzan. Her mother, a younger daughter
of a minor drow house, possessed little talent for the clergy, but her
exceptional beauty caught the eye of a Archmage named Xullrae Lin'Baenre,
one of the few males in their Society who wielded enough power to choose
his own mistress. Jyslin was born from this union, and her mother was
assassinated on right in front of Jyslin around the time she was five.
She didn't speak another word after that until she came onto her fifteenth year.
Everyone thought it had traumatized her, but she had other ideas.
It fascinated her watching her mothers guts strewn about the street and
watching the pool of blood expand from her body. From then on she wanted
to experience that again, so on her thirteenth year she took it upon herself
to revel in the agony of it all. She put on her most revealing gown of sheer
black silk and made herself up to look as seductive as possible. She went
out and found a man who was eyeing her brought him to an abandon building
and tortured him. She cut off his ears and dug out his eyes, drove nails
through each of his fingertips along with many other unimaginable things. She
strewn on the street.

She continued this pattern of killing men by seducing them for the next two
years. After which she came to her father and asked him if she might join
the clergy. He was releaved to see her coming out of what he thought was
her depression. And so the next week she joined the temple and began
studying the darker arts of healing. She realized if she could heal the ones
she tortured she could keep them alive longer and be able to push beyond
the meager limits of men. She thrived to hear screams echo off the walls
as she made slices in them with hot knives so it would cauterize and they
wouldn't bleed to death before she was done. She learned much about how
to perform her art as she called it from the healers in the temple.

She had started serving the temple late in life compared to most
but she was one of the better pupils and advanced quickly in their ranks.
She sought to learn all of the rare things her teachers had to offer
Finally it came to her place in her studies where she devoted her life to
a Lord, a Patron who would aid and empower her with his presence.
The Lords they offered were all satisfactory of course but she knew none
of them were what she sought after. One day news came of a new Lord
one so vile that they would not speak his name, she knew that she was
his...had been his since her youth and had never known it.
So she left the city one night and ventured to the surface to seek him out
and to prove that she was worthy of him.