Rae'twyn, Stealer of Hearts

Biographical information

Birthplace The Undercity Born Died Age 378 Home The Undercity - now on the run Sexuality Pronouns

Physical description

Race Drow Sub-Race Gender Male Height 1,75 metres Mass Slim, athletic Hair color Star-white, long Eye color Ruby Skin color Ebony, with a tinge of midnight blue

Political information

Affiliation(s) Occupation Courtesan Clan(s) Caste Domain Masters Apprentices Alias(es)

Out-of-character information

Writer Darkweaver Created on Avatar AI

Rae'twyn's Theme

What, this? This hardly counts as a dagger, friend. I use this to eat with! Perhaps clean my nails and teeth on occasion. But you truly think me capable of injuring anyone with this dinner knife? I can hardly pierce venison as it is. But, ah, I do need it back. It was my mother's.

- Rae'twyn, speaking to a bouncer

Rae'twyn Suvalissaere used to be one of the favourite courtesans in the Undercity, currying favour with the high and mighty matriarchy of the city.

However, the higher one goes, the harder the fall. Involved in a plot devised against his preferred lover, a priestess and matriarch in the making, Rae'twyn was accused of heresy and sentenced to death.

The day before his execution, he made his escape, by the aid of his former lover. She gave him her magical pendant as a farewell gift and something to remember her by - if ever true love could exist in drow society, it might between the two, inseparable even before the worst of consequences.

Now he wanders the netherrealms and the surface world, searching for a means to reunite with her, and to avoid the agents of his house, seeking his death. And perhaps make a few interesting experiences on the way.

Rae'twyn has a weakness for rubies, decorating himself with the precious gemstone whenever he can, since it matches the mischevious sparkle in his eye. His long white hair runs free and well-combed, a prized asset among many of his patrons in the Undercity. He moves with the easy elegance of a dancer, nimble of feet and effortless with his smiles. His skin is dark, even darker than most drow, causing his white smile of perfect teeth and dangerous red eyes to stand out.

Piercings, rings and studded pieces of his clothing all carry fragments of rubies. But the most eye-catching gemstone is the one he wears around his neck as a pendant. This grants him minor magical abilities, a borrowed keepsake from his priestess soulmate.

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The canny observer or historian will note the infamous callousness of drow within him, much as he likes to protest otherwise and claim all the innocence in the world. His voice comes across as a light, indulgent form of persuasion, capable of speaking about the most grotesque of subjects with all the joy of a dryad and the purity of an angel. He is not above any means to success - thick compliments, flirtation, blackmail, pathetic grovelling or entertaining performances. Whatever it takes. Rae'twyn carries few scruples and little pride, willing to go to almost any length to get what he wants.

Given his past, one might think that Rae'twyn has every right to be a brooding loner. Nothing could be further from the truth. He faces his obstacles and trials with a defiant smile, adamant to seek pleasure and amusement in whatever situation he might find himself in. He is open to any that he meets, affable and sociable to a fault, perhaps worryingly so, considering the reputation of the drow. To admit sorrow, grief, anger or regret would be an admission of defeat, in his book. So when his enemies frustrate his efforts further, his smirk only widens. And his dagger sharpens.

If he is provoked, you will rarely hear an insult thrown in wrath from his end. More likely than not, he would compliment you - especially if the insult or witticism carried a creative stamp. But you may feel a dagger lodged between your shoulder-blades when you look away.