Name: Mz'sid So-kijak. Often shortened to Sid. The brave, stupid, or profoundly masochistic call him Kija.
Age: 44 by years alone. In terms of maturity he's about 19 or 20.
Birthday: September 19th
Gender: Male
Category: Student
Class: College Student majoring in Chemistry/Potions.
Appearance Description:
Mz'sid has very dark skin, so dark it's almost black. He blends in easily to the background and into the shadows. His hair is white and just slightly curly at the ends, with half his head shaved so it falls to one side of his his head. In terms of height he stands at just above 5'7", and is 160 lbs of pure muscle. His eyes are vibrant red, and are always sharp and alert to his surroundings. His face adorned with piercings of mostly gold, with small, uncommon jewels piercing his ears.
Sid often wears loose-fitting pants and tight shirts, mostly in plain colors. He doesn't often where things that are graphic, and at night he usually changes into all black clothing, so his white hair is the only thing visible under the cover of night. However, he tends to experiment with his appearance, and some days he will not be wearing all of his piercings, or will wear bits of tight leather. Some days he will be struck with the urge to add another piercing to his body.
He always acts on these urges.
Personality Description:
Mz'sid bills himself as a rebel, but at the same time has the same attitude that most drows do. He likes to solve his problems with violence, believing that a good, honest kick in the crotch is all most problems need to get solved. He is incredibly hedonistic, indulging in pretty much anything that catches his fancy, even if it's only a fleeting thought that he thinks might be fun. In reality, his thirst for fun and highs has a tendency to get himself and other people in trouble.
He's really easy to befriend, being a pretty open, charismatic, and fun person. Sid is the kind of person who casts his net of friendship wide to catch as many people as possible. His phone is always with him, and he texts people so much that he has to carry around an external battery to deal with how social he usually is. He's selectively secretive, closely guarding some secrets and blurting others out to the wind. It depends on his mood, really.
Normally very open with sexual ventures, he will flirt with anyone and everyone. Being in a new place has made him open to all kinds of experimentation. He doesn't listen to anyone except himself, and sometimes not even then.
Powers:
[Major]
Survival: Mz'sid has the power to survive almost anything. Drops from impossibly high heights mean nothing to him. Fire can lick at his skin and not burn him. His body, forged in the horrible flames of the cutthroat Underdark, makes him impervious to all kinds of drow attack, and most kinds of magic. The only kind of attack he is not impervious to are attacks of the psychic variety, where the attacker gets inside of his head and does damage to his senses and sanity, which have the potential to leave him a helpless husk of the drow he used to be.
[Minor]
Dark Vision: From living in underground caves most of his life, he has developed the ability to see perfectly where there is little or no light. His eyes, however, are very sensitive to light as a result.
Potion Adept: He can make potions from fairly common things, like sleep potion, luck potion, and various kinds of poison.
Biography:
Mz'sid So-kijak was born in Eryndlyn to House So-kijak during a time of relative peace, where they were just making plans to raid the the compound of a house only a few rungs above his own. Mz'sid's house was not the biggest, nor was it the smallest, but House So-kijak enjoyed a place upper middle class while his Matron Mother tried to move as quickly as possible to a place of power in the structure of their society. So-kijak was a family of six children after he was born, with three sisters and two brothers.
Initially, he didn't show very much promise for his studies about magic or fighting. He tended to get injured more than other drow his age, though managed to keep up with norm when it came to how much killing had to be done.
His mother was displeased with his inability to fight without being brutish--getting attacked again and again and bringing shame on their family every time his opponent's blade found skin he'd forgotten to protect. He'd get in situations time and time again where his opponent would strike him, but he would not go down. He too was getting frustrated with the way the Matron Mother ran things, and started to act out.
The first thing he did was pierce his ear. It was painful, uncomfortable, and messy. Matron Mother was angry, but decided that it made sense that a disgrace would want to mark themselves as a disgrace. He continued to pierce his own ears, getting better and better with practice. Eventually the adornments in his ear were visible to anyone in the Underdark. His mother ordered his sisters to remove them forcefully. They took relish in ripping them out, almost tearing the cartilage in his ear. The original holes have closed since then, and he's had to reopen them.
Next was his shift from form-fitting armor to loose clothes. He'd barely had them a week before they were destroyed.
Finally his hair. While sitting in his small room, he'd used his dagger to remove half his white hair. The style of a drow's hair was a mark of stature, and he'd defiled it.
When the Matron found out, she ordered him to be killed, tiring of his incompetence. He fled into the Underdark. There, in the dangerous solitude of the tunnels, he expected to be killed. But no matter what beast came to him, he survived their attacks, as if he too had an impenetrable carapace protecting his body.
After several years of hunting around and moving vaguely upwards, he surfaced in the dead of night. The dead of night was brightest thing he'd ever seen, until the sun rose and he was blinded by the light.
He received the invitation to Starlight not long after he surfaced from the darkness below.
Additional Information:
Age: 44 by years alone. In terms of maturity he's about 19 or 20.
Birthday: September 19th
Gender: Male
Category: Student
Class: College Student majoring in Chemistry/Potions.
Appearance Description:
Mz'sid has very dark skin, so dark it's almost black. He blends in easily to the background and into the shadows. His hair is white and just slightly curly at the ends, with half his head shaved so it falls to one side of his his head. In terms of height he stands at just above 5'7", and is 160 lbs of pure muscle. His eyes are vibrant red, and are always sharp and alert to his surroundings. His face adorned with piercings of mostly gold, with small, uncommon jewels piercing his ears.
Sid often wears loose-fitting pants and tight shirts, mostly in plain colors. He doesn't often where things that are graphic, and at night he usually changes into all black clothing, so his white hair is the only thing visible under the cover of night. However, he tends to experiment with his appearance, and some days he will not be wearing all of his piercings, or will wear bits of tight leather. Some days he will be struck with the urge to add another piercing to his body.
He always acts on these urges.
Personality Description:
Mz'sid bills himself as a rebel, but at the same time has the same attitude that most drows do. He likes to solve his problems with violence, believing that a good, honest kick in the crotch is all most problems need to get solved. He is incredibly hedonistic, indulging in pretty much anything that catches his fancy, even if it's only a fleeting thought that he thinks might be fun. In reality, his thirst for fun and highs has a tendency to get himself and other people in trouble.
He's really easy to befriend, being a pretty open, charismatic, and fun person. Sid is the kind of person who casts his net of friendship wide to catch as many people as possible. His phone is always with him, and he texts people so much that he has to carry around an external battery to deal with how social he usually is. He's selectively secretive, closely guarding some secrets and blurting others out to the wind. It depends on his mood, really.
Normally very open with sexual ventures, he will flirt with anyone and everyone. Being in a new place has made him open to all kinds of experimentation. He doesn't listen to anyone except himself, and sometimes not even then.
Powers:
[Major]
Survival: Mz'sid has the power to survive almost anything. Drops from impossibly high heights mean nothing to him. Fire can lick at his skin and not burn him. His body, forged in the horrible flames of the cutthroat Underdark, makes him impervious to all kinds of drow attack, and most kinds of magic. The only kind of attack he is not impervious to are attacks of the psychic variety, where the attacker gets inside of his head and does damage to his senses and sanity, which have the potential to leave him a helpless husk of the drow he used to be.
[Minor]
Dark Vision: From living in underground caves most of his life, he has developed the ability to see perfectly where there is little or no light. His eyes, however, are very sensitive to light as a result.
Potion Adept: He can make potions from fairly common things, like sleep potion, luck potion, and various kinds of poison.
Biography:
Mz'sid So-kijak was born in Eryndlyn to House So-kijak during a time of relative peace, where they were just making plans to raid the the compound of a house only a few rungs above his own. Mz'sid's house was not the biggest, nor was it the smallest, but House So-kijak enjoyed a place upper middle class while his Matron Mother tried to move as quickly as possible to a place of power in the structure of their society. So-kijak was a family of six children after he was born, with three sisters and two brothers.
Initially, he didn't show very much promise for his studies about magic or fighting. He tended to get injured more than other drow his age, though managed to keep up with norm when it came to how much killing had to be done.
His mother was displeased with his inability to fight without being brutish--getting attacked again and again and bringing shame on their family every time his opponent's blade found skin he'd forgotten to protect. He'd get in situations time and time again where his opponent would strike him, but he would not go down. He too was getting frustrated with the way the Matron Mother ran things, and started to act out.
The first thing he did was pierce his ear. It was painful, uncomfortable, and messy. Matron Mother was angry, but decided that it made sense that a disgrace would want to mark themselves as a disgrace. He continued to pierce his own ears, getting better and better with practice. Eventually the adornments in his ear were visible to anyone in the Underdark. His mother ordered his sisters to remove them forcefully. They took relish in ripping them out, almost tearing the cartilage in his ear. The original holes have closed since then, and he's had to reopen them.
Next was his shift from form-fitting armor to loose clothes. He'd barely had them a week before they were destroyed.
Finally his hair. While sitting in his small room, he'd used his dagger to remove half his white hair. The style of a drow's hair was a mark of stature, and he'd defiled it.
When the Matron found out, she ordered him to be killed, tiring of his incompetence. He fled into the Underdark. There, in the dangerous solitude of the tunnels, he expected to be killed. But no matter what beast came to him, he survived their attacks, as if he too had an impenetrable carapace protecting his body.
After several years of hunting around and moving vaguely upwards, he surfaced in the dead of night. The dead of night was brightest thing he'd ever seen, until the sun rose and he was blinded by the light.
He received the invitation to Starlight not long after he surfaced from the darkness below.
Additional Information:
- Do not give him sugar.
- He likes having his scalp massaged. Gentle rubs turn him into kitten.
