Role

Chapter 1

"Finish it quickly, or they will learn your secret." The last
words that Seshaien would hear from his father, before he
forced his dagger to draw the life from the older mans heart.
It was not something that he personally desired, but he
understood the truth of his father's words and so did what he
felt was necessary.

His secret is that he is weak. He would not have succeeded at
the level that he's enjoyed without the guidance of those who
were truly strong. Namely his father. The early years of his
childhood were sparse memories, flickering images of a time
when things were easy. His mother was a human woman, whose
name he no longer remembered, those memories of her and her
sweetness repressed forcefully to forget their warmth. Warmth
made one vulnerable, and though life was easy they were if
nothing else vulnerable. His father took him from that life
at the age of eight, and with all likelyhood his mother's
life as well. Indraen Hun'Sevrir was a masterful drow
assassin, exiled to the surface for some unknown slight to
his house. The life he had made on the surface was one of
wealth and power, earned forcibly with ruthlesness and guile.
He took Seshaien and began to educate him in the trade.

The training and lifestyle that he was forced into were not
forgiving to such a young boy, and those first years were
miserable. His father insisted that his human parentage made
him clumsy and weak, and exposed this with rigourous
training, constantly reinforcing the boy's failings. Yet at
the same time, he showed Seshaien how to overcome, how to
hide his faults with technique and misdirection. But more
than anything, it was drilled into him that he must not do
anything to reveal this secret weakness, or there would be
nothing he could do to prevent others from exploiting it.