Rarlee

Rarlee

Female Kobold

Player: Reddnn

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General Information
Full Name:	Unknown
Nicknames:	Spit-Fire, Brighteyes
Age:	10
Deity:	Bahamut
Alignment:	LG LN LE NG TN NE CG CN CE
Occupation:
Faction/Rank:	Sign of One
Place of Birth:	Toril, Mines in the Sunset Mountains
Physical Attributes
Height:	2’5”
Weight:	45lbs
Eyes:	Golden Yellow
Hair:	Unknown
Complexion:	Red Scaled
Physical Build:	Athletic, Muscular
Physical Features:	Her left arm is charcoal black, a scarring which occurred when she obtained Essence of Pure Flame from Kossuth’s realm.
Skills
Equipment and Items
Bears a Heartsung weapon; the battleaxe Audax

Rarlee is a kobold Divine Champion of Bahamut. A proud member of the Sign of One, and one of the founding members of the Company of the Unbroken Wheel (The Unbroken).

She bears the Heartsung battleaxe Audax.

She is the bondmate of Fadra D'Rethi

Description

At the start of her journey, Rarlee would have looked like any other red-scaled kobold. However, since the fated day she found herself in Sigil she has grown into a fierce warrior. Where most of her kin would be thin and scrawny, Rarlee is built and toned. She does not shy away from showcasing her physical strength, and the golden plate she wears is fitted in such a way that keeps her protected but also allows for swift movement in battle. She wears the majority of her scars with pride, however on her wrists and ankles are worn patches of scale and skin that would indicate a significant portion of time in chains. She wears cloth wraps over these sections, and though she’s been offered healing for them in the past, she has stated she is not ready to rid herself of them yet.

Another notable difference is her entire left arm is scorched to a black charcoal. The ashy texture of the scales remains, however they are just as strong and healthy as the rest of her body. Her black arm is a badge of honor, as it is a sign of her strength of will when she reached into the fire god Kossuth’s realm and took a piece of Pure Fire. Now that she has been gifted divine powers, she uses her black arm to deliver the healing she can provide.

Her armor of gold plate is decorated with shades of dark red, and she often wears a Greater Cloak of Flame Bath that was gifted to her by a friend. Upon this cloak is pinned a broach that at first glance seems to be a gold and silver icon of Bahamut, but on close inspection the symbol of Tyr is included behind Bahamut’s visage. She also wears a badge to mark her as a Namer in the Sign of One, which she keeps polished and pinned to her belt.

Rarlee stands with a proud air about her, though it is often overshadowed by her natural energy and excitement. She is quick to make her thoughts known even when it can be to her social detriment. She is stalwart in her beliefs, and while she is open and tolerant of many ideas - she will not back down easily when her own are challenged. She has a fiery spirit, and while she may come off at first as innocent and childish, there is a keen mind that has become quite capable of reading into people and their reactions when it is of interest to her.

History

There are many hidden mines within the Sunset Mountains in Faerun. These mines are controlled entirely by the Cult of the Dragon for the purposes of mining out gems and precious metals to be used in their ritual casting. Kobold slaves are the manpower within, and have been for countless years. Rarlee was born here, and from the moment she was big enough to hold a pickaxe she'd been in chains. She spent the first 10 years of her life living in servitude.

What she learned was not done so easily, her kin would leave hastily scratches messages for each other in Draconic on the cave walls. She learned common, gradually by listening to her handlers speak to one another. Every day was a fight to survive, and she saw many of her fellow Kobolds beaten to death for often no reason other than the boredom of their wardens.

Eventually, after seeing another one of her kin felled and their broken and bloodied body continued to be savaged... Rarlee snapped. When her mind returned, she was standing over the body of one of her handlers. They were torn apart, ripped and shredded. Rarlee herself was covered in their blood, and her maw dripped with crimson. She fled - knowing she'd be killed if she didn't at least try. The commotion of finding one of their own dead seemed to have distracted most of the wardens, and Rarlee soon found herself at the mouth of the cave.

About to step out of the only place she'd ever known - a place of nightmares and pain that had filled her with such rage. She looked up at the sky as she felt grass beneath her clawed feet for the first time, and she saw the moon and stars. It was beautiful, and even though her heart still pounded, she felt peace. Short lived, however. Distracted by the twinkling lights in the sky, she had not seen the curling tree root that she tripped over. Instead of landing on grass however, when she lifted herself up she found herself in the middle of a dark and musty alleyway.