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Name:
Tyleriana Feyvin
Title:
The Sweet Death
Race:
Silvanesti elf
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Birthplace:
Kathish, Minotaur Isles, Krynn
Age:
68 (Human equivalent 16)
Occupation:
Thief, assassin
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Physical
description:
Tyler is a voluptuous beauty,
her curves more human than elven. She
stands 5'7 in her boots, boosted two
inches by the armored heels, with long
black hair that cascades over her
shoulders and frames her beautiful and
too-innocent looking face. Her grey-green
eyes are capable of drawing one in like a
trap if she desires, or exposing a cruel
soul. Her figure is almost impossible to
disguise in any clothing, and is only
accentuated by her favored skintight
leather or dark satin dresses. If she is
wearing her leathers the black daggers she
always carries are visible in sheathes on
her wrists, belt, and peeking from the
tops of her boots.
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Personality:
Tyler's youth and beauty should
not be mistaken as a sign of an innocent
heart, this girl is ruthless. Fiercely
independent and with a long memory, she
will not be satisfied until those she
hates are made to pay the ultimate price.
She is tough and unlikely to be
intimidated or show any signs of fear. The
fastest way to get on her bad side is to
tell her what she can and can't do, and
she is not one to respect authority in the
slightest. When she sets her mind to
something she is determined and feisty,
and there is very little she does not
succeed in getting in the end.
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Abilities:
Tyler is an excellent thief.
She is able to read several languages
including magic and can memorize spells of
the first and second level. She can hide
in the shadows so that she is virtually
invisible. She has an extensive knowledge
of street life and the athletic ability to
survive it. She seldom overlooks a trap
and can disarm them nearly as fast as a
kender. Her well-developed sense of
direction keeps her from getting lost
through the trickiest of mazes. She is an
expert at poisons, most often but
certainly not always delivered with a
well-thrown dagger. She is adept at
seduction and acting and can lie with the
best of them, using her charms to convince
those who are not fooled by her words.
Items:
Obsidian throwing daggers (+3,
return at command), leather armor, drug
and poison kit, thieves tools, ring of
protection, spellbook, thieves
supplies.
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Family:
None acknowledged. Sithlen
(boyfriend)
Theme
Songs:
See Right Through You / Head
Over Feet, Alanis Morissette
Actress:
Jennifer Connelly, because
she's beautiful and innocent-looking, but
damn if she can't play the bad girl to a
tee
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Tyler
was born to elven slaves in the Minotaur Isles, not
a good place for a girl to grow up. By the time she
was walking and talking she already knew that being
good like the other elves she knew was only a
guarantee of pain and oppression, and Tyler was not
about to live that way. When her defiant attitude
got her thrown into the gladiator pits as bait for
a wyvern, the young elf shocked everyone by not
only putting up a good struggle but actually
defeating the monster with nothing more than the
broken hilt of a dagger discarded from an earlier
battle. She was quickly sold to the pits and
trained in fighting, becoming one of the top draws,
but although she found a unique satisfaction in
killing, Tyler loathed being owned and plotted
night and day to escape.
When she was 35 Tyler got her chance, diving
overboard from a ship traversing the Blood Sea of
Istar, braving the infested waters and the threat
of the deadly whirlpool in order to fight her way
to shore. She found land at the shores of the rough
city of Flotsam, and with independence hers at
last, had no difficulty in surviving the brutal
streets, learning to steal whatever she needed and
making a reputation for herself as a more than
decent fighter, aided by her Minotaur-trained
knowledge of poisons. Still only a child, her
beauty was becoming obvious, though, and it was not
long before she was raped. Fear and pain quickly
were overtaken by rage and Tyler struggled until
she was able to get her hand around the hilt of her
dagger, driving it deep into her attacker. Not
satisfied with him dying, Tyler tortured the man,
delighting in the way that his pain soothed her
own. From this point on, Tyler was hooked to death,
switching careers to become an assassin.
Having moved from the bleak city of Flotsam to
the beautiful and more advantageous to her career
Palanthas, Tyler eventually found herself bored
with just killing. She longed for a new thrill, and
having heard of a legendary dagger once owned by
Raistlin Majere, she headed for the Tower of High
Sorcery. There she met a young elf of the order of
Chemosh, an apprentice of Nightlord. At first drawn
by his chilling confidence and the evil potential
she could see in his eyes, Tyler found herself
thinking of ways to be around Sithlen, always a bit
confused by the way she seemed to feel in his
presence, wanting to look into his eyes even more
than she wanted Raistlin's dagger. Not knowing that
Sithlen was also drawn to her, she dared one night
to kiss him. Sithlen admitted his attraction to her
and the two found intimacy in each other's arms,
days later admitting to each other and themselves
that they were in love. The two decided that they
could overcome this weakness, and make love a
strength, since by then it was clear they were even
more powerful as a team. Displeased by Sithlen's
distraction, as he saw it, and Tyler's defiant
attitude, Nightlord plotted to keep them apart,
earning himself Tyler's absolute hatred and her vow
that he will one day beg her for mercy before she
kills him.
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Tyler
is my wild bad girl. She does what she wants, when
she wants it, and the gods take mercy on whoever
stands in her way. Her romance with Sithlen, played
by Josh, provides an interesting twist, giving her
the slightest hint of a softer side but not
lightening the evil side of her at all.
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