The Galactic Paralix
Age: 11 months, 3 weeks, 6 days
Born: August 20th, 2021
Adopted: 11 months, 3 weeks, 6 days ago
Adopted: August 20th, 2021
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 42
- Books Read: 42
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
Knowledge is StrengthMy mother was part of the Zephrah Ashari tribe, which watched over a 'gate' of sorts to the Plane of Air. One night as she slept, something breached the barrier and assaulted her. Whoever was to be keeping an eye on the gate failed at their task, and my mother paid the price.
After a few months, my mother's burden became apparent: she was with child. An unmarried woman, the tribe considered this pregnancy a 'gift' from Melora. Things got out of hand, or so she told me, so she made her way to Westruun, to take shelter at the Cobalt Reserve. The monks and keepers of the Great Library took pity on the obviously-pregnant woman, and she was granted sanctuary. Several months later, I was born.
I'm what is known as a Genasi. Specifically, an Air Genasi. My full parentage is unknown - obviously, I know my mother, but my father's identity is a mystery even to her. Some kind of elemental, perhaps even a Djinni. We're common enough in Ashari circles, or so my mother claims, but I haven't met any in Westruun. My mother was extremely protective of me as I grew up, even though the monks of the monastery probably saw me as a little blue terror.
In time, I'd be educated by the monks and scholars of the Cobalt Reserve. I'm a pretty quick learner, if I may say so myself. But my temper tends to get the best of me, even when just sparring with the other students. When I was little, this usually ended with me throwing a tantrum - but threatening to hold my breath until I got my way lost its meaning quickly enough. Air Genasi can hold their breath indefinitely unless we get knocked unconscious. So the adults would simply wait until I got bored and started breathing again.
Now that I'm in my early twenties, I'm going to head out on my own, and see if I can find out more about who I am. First goal: talk to the Zephrah Ashari.
I've been on the road for a day or two. Haven't run into any trouble that I couldn't handle. Despite my mother's warnings of bandits on the road, I haven't really seen much of anything.
Scratch that. The sky seems to be darkening earlier than usual, and the air around me is becoming thick. I'll just hold my breath until it clears up...
Journal Entry 2
Somehow, I passed out. When I woke up, I found myself in a dark, murky forest, with the sounds of wolves not too far off. I'm not alone, it would seem. My companions include a snake-like man calling himself "The Major", a drow named Suenul, and a pair of firbolgs who, surprisingly, do not look like the cow-men I'm familiar with. One calls himself Clovis and concerns me greatly; the other is a more bookish type, calling himself "Bobbert", of all things. He's a bit weird, but sweet. Probably the most trustworthy of this motley group.
We wandered the forest until we came across a large carriage, the passenger a man calling himself "Strahd". We thanked him for the ride, and disembarked just outside of a little town. The locals are not incredibly friendly, and most refer to this "Strahd" as though he's some sort of demon or devil. Most curious.
Journal Entry 3
Something is very, very wrong with this place. A small child led us into a deathtrap of sorts, masquerading as a manor. The home was largely uninhabited, save for some ghostly children, animated suits of armor, and a broom that also tried to kill us (and very nearly succeeded in taking me out). I've started creating a bestiary of sorts, documenting the denizens of this world. After all, "Know Your Enemy" is a tenet of the Cobalt Soul monastery.
Cicero Zephyrine was a character I created for my D&D group's 5e run of Curse of Strahd. Our DM allowed us to create characters from any setting, be it official, one of our group's homebrew worlds, or another entirely. At the time, my husband and I were still actively watching Critical Role's 2nd Campaign, and I was intrigued by Marisha Ray's monk, Beauregard. Cicero would be my second-ever monk for D&D, the first being Robo, who was... largely a disappointment. Cicero, on the other hand, was quite fun to play, becoming the party's main tank (having 20 Constitution right out the gate at character creation will do that). She was a little bit of a bookish nerd herself, but also pretty reliable in a fight.
Unfortunately, the Covid-19 Pandemic lockdowns put an end to our run of Strahd, and Cicero is currently "on ice". While our group is back to meeting in-person, we'll be restarting Strahd entirely, with new characters.
Story and character by Possum.
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