Naaziira Karcxi

Naaziira Karcxi

Female Tiefling (Devil)

Player: Raahnar

General Information
Full Name:	Naaziira Karcxi
Nicknames:	Ziira
Age:	Unknown
Deity:	Unknown
Alignment:	LG LN LE NG TN NE CG CN CE
Occupation:	Professional Lockpicker, Weapon Master, Trap disabler, Planeswalker, Mack-store saleswoman and owner of Dare.
Faction/Rank:	Unknown
Place of Birth:	Abeir-Toril
Physical Attributes
Height:	5'1"
Weight:	110ish
Eyes:	Dark Topaz
Hair:	Silver-white
Complexion:	Dark tan with a reddish touch
Physical Build:	Lithe, highly athletic
Physical Features:	Two massive, slightly curved horns grow out of her forehead. Ridiculously lengthy hair.
Skills
Lockpicking, Disabling traps, Rapier Weapon Mastery, Acrobatics, Manipulation
Equipment and Items
An abundance of various rapiers. Pink, often ridiculed Sissy's robes for combat. A high variety of gear to enhance her lock picking and trap disabling skills, otherwise gear focused on enhancing her agility and precision.

"She's the girl your mother warned you about"

Appearance

By glancing at this woman, there is no doubt that she has an exotic heritage. Two massive, thick horns grow out of the top of her forehead. Her skin is deep tan with a hint of red glare. Her gaze is dark and calculated, with a hint of sly playfulness in those topaz orbs that make up her usually slightly narrowed eyes. She carries herself with a certain finesse, a natural confidence that comes from knowing, and loving, the way she looks. Extremely lengthy, silver-white hair drapes down a well honed and physically fit body. She is an athlete, having perfected herself in most forms of combat and exercise. She is slender and well toned, built for quickness, speed and agility rather than raw physical strength. Technique over power is her style, something she often shows with either of the many rapiers she always carries around on her person. As long as there's a weak spot, she'll find it. Other traits, such as her shape, her height, her ears and features hint that the dominant blood in her veins might just be elven.

Her right forearm is branded with the word 'kidnapper' and her left forearm with the word 'thief'.

Personality

Naaziira has devil blood, alright. Hard to read and fully understand at times. Often she is the bitch one would expect of somebody like her. Both rude and outright mean in the way she treats and regards people. Other times she seems playful and humored, teasing and flirting with people as if it amuses her greatly. She's manipulative as well, often enough having gotten her way with things, tricking or persuading people into giving her what she wants. On other occasion again she has shown herself to be caring and friendly, offering extreme loyalty to those she deems worthy of it. This is a woman one never truly knows where one has, and one whose mood changes from day to day.

She is known to be bold and blunt, telling people exactly what she feels without running her words through any filter. Sometimes because she's honest, sometimes because she wants to tickle forth a reaction. Sometimes she seems careless and brassy, other times flirtatious and playful. While her demeanor suggest she takes things lightly, she does take certain things very seriously.

Vigorous physical training and exercise is half the life of Ziira. She is known to spend hours upon hours at the Cipher's gymnasium, not because of her loyalty to the faction, but because of their facility itself. Acrobatics, running, grappling, fencing, fighting, various forms of martial arts and some weight training, along with long sessions of disciplinary stretching and bending, is what her days consists of. This forms a disciplined mind and a true grit type of determination that rarely has her sway from her goals or beliefs.

This is portrayed in her fighting style, where she will use all her limbs and her agility to aid her in defeating her foes. She jumps, slides, twists and turns, letting her fists, her feet, her knees and her elbows mix in with the main focus of her two rapiers. She's a dirty fighter, favoring kidneys, groins, guts, knees and whatever spots she could find to best hamper her opponents.

She is also proud, a flaw that offers an incredibly sore loser whenever soemthing doesn't go her way, or if she is defeated or beaten in some form or another.

Dare the Brothel

In the surprising location of the streets of the Lady's Ward one finds the entrance to the lush and exclusive brothel called Dare. Many wonder just how Ziira managed to build such a place in this district, and while there are many rumors circulating, noone appears to know for sure. The club itself is luxuriant and rich as no amount of jink was saved in decorating the place, having brought in the highest standards of furniture and decorations from across the multiverse. The same could be said for her staff, which rumors has Ziira went out of her way to find and offer a job here. While beauty certainly is a common factor in all of them, they each have their own unique traits from the planes. Ziira is adamant in that they are courtesans, not prostitutes, and what they offer is companionship first and foremost. This is not to suggest she denies they offer sexual favors, but rather that they offer so very much more than just that. Thus she has made sure each and every of her worker have a talent or two, ranging from poems, songs, stories, massages, playing instruments, performing various dances, and so forth.

It is also said that this is a club more than just a brothel, as the place offers live music, performances, rooms for rent, along with food and drinks that meet the exotic and far reaching standards of the rest of the establishment. To ensure the place is run properly and in a legal manner, Harmonium officers are frequently patrolling the place. They are always offered free drinks, snacks and food from her many bars. Several planewalkers are also said to be working for Naaziira, including a priestess who regularly checks on and ensures that the entire staff is hygienically clean and healthy. Other planewalkers either work as courtesans, performers or security.

Undead are barred from the club with no exceptions unless Ziira personally accompanies them in. It is a well known fact that Naaziira loathes the undead, and she ensures nothing of such a nature exists inside her place. Niki Abraxas has set up a security system in the place. No one knows exactly how it works, but it is said to be very effective and a tad dangerous.

Relations

Mack Bloodeye

While neither of them show much affection for each other, either public or private (or do they?), there is no denying these two have a soft spot for ecah other somewhere deep down. A special loyalty and friendship has formed between them, making them comrades both in fighting, adveturing and in business. For a long time, and perhaps even today, Naaziira has worked for the infamous Mack Store; Selling 'superior' items they've come across throughout their journeys to the many planes.

Aria

While both these women can be hardheaded and stubborn at times, and known to butt heads on frequent occasion, there is also an undying loyalty and friendship between them. It took a long time to build, with many hurdles in the road, but perhaps all of that helped them get to the point they are. Ziira is said to be one of two people allowed to touch Aria's tail.

Shaori

The beautiful celestial woman, with her deep, adorable accent and powerful charm, is one of Ziira's closest friends. Their friendship reaches far back, and some even suggest their friendship has been romantic for years, and to this day still is. If there's anyone Ziira truly cares about, it is this angelic woman.

Alea Ar'thyr

It is rumored that the bright little blonde helped Ziira through some tough times, and for that Ziira seems eternally grateful. She holds the priestess in incredibly high regard, whether showing it or not. Alea is a beacon of wisdom that often counsels the tiefling on various matters.

Senna

Being a true athlete, there are few things Naaziira appreciates as much as dedication when it comes to physical fitness. Few are as driven at that as Senna, and while their friendship started out slow, it has built up to become strong and close. They are often seen hanging around each other, and often exercises together. While there is often teasing between them, they seem to enjoy each other's company.

Joanna Smythe

Naaziira's acclaimed student. While it has become more of an inside joke than an actual fact, Ziira is training Joanna in some aspects, and expects much from the tough blonde. They are very different, but clearly the blonde must mean something for Ziira to invest time and energy on. What the motivation is, though, remains unclear.

Jay Ralithel

One of the very few men Naaziira seems to be genuinely fond of. Perhaps it is the danger of touching his skin that makes the tiefer constantly brush her fingers along his cheek? Perhaps it is genuine affection? Or a mix of both?

Alexandr Krupkin

These two immediately hit it off. For some reason or another Ziira took a liking to the halfling bundle of muscles. Perhaps it was their joint admiration for physical fitness that brought them together, but they've been close friends from pretty much day one, and some even suggest they've been more than just that.

Grod Sharptusk

At first glance, Ziira hated this cuddly half-orc man. But his innocent, silly charm (or is it innocent?) has won her over, and a strong friendship has formed between them. He is one of the few ever allowed to touch her horns.

Lilian Ero'myr

The legendary paladin, the broad winged celestial of Tyr, is a person Ziira hold very dear. As different as they are, it is not unknown that these two once were much more than friends. They've had plenty of falling outs, but eventually have found common ground as good friends.

Celestine Bridget Beuchene

Another of Ziira's unlikely and dear friends is this winged woman of celestial descent. They've been rather close, and Naaziira enjoys teasing Celestine about this and that every so often, but it is also clear she likes the Paladin.

Silmia Alenlu

The green clad, blonde engineer is another of Ziira's close friends. If Ziira needs help with either sorcery or engineering, she always knows who to ask. Something she's never shy from doing.

Ten

Naaziira has a strange fondness for this rogue quadrone. While the two of them certainly have very little in common, perhaps aside from both selling various goods they've come across on adventures to planewalkers, there is something about two plus two that appeals to the tiefer. Would she consider them best of friends? Maybe not, but at the very least friends.

The Rumor Mill

- She spent a long time in jail recently, where she was treated poorly.

- Several rumors and some confirmed sources suggest she was foolish enough to attack the Kadyx, and that she met the monster not once, but twice. Some suggest the only reason she is still alive today is because she has an alliance with it.

- While there are contradictions in these rumors, it is suggested she hates all men. It is not clear as to exactly why.

- The tattoos on her forearms are magical and can be used by any Harmonium officer to submit her.

- She once rode on Ten the Quadron's back through the streets of Sigil.

- Given her many rumored relationships with prominent beings of celestial descent, and with other winged personalities from the lower planes, many suggest she has a weak spot for any two legged sentient being with wings.

- Very loose rumors imply that she once had a deal with a shadow league where she assassinated prominent people within the City of Doors.

- Several sources would indicate that if you ever want a lock broken, you talk with her. Though given her so called unmatched expertise, many wonder just how good she is if she's The Multiverse's elite and yet can't break out of prison.

- Her attitude and teasing caused her to be killed more than once within the streets of the city. Many suggest her mocking and teasing of people is the reason she no longer has a tongue, though neither of these are confirmed.

- She was much tougher back when she first set foot in Sigil, and people chant about all that intimacy with celestial beings have influenced her to become softer. Though the words used are rarely that delicate.

Background - Life before Sigil

Disclaimer: This background story includes very graphic and potentially offensive descriptions and actions.

On a day like any other, the servants at the orphanage found a little girl with two horns growing out of her head suddenly standing in the middle of the outdoor garden, clinging protectively to a weary ragdoll. Her yellow eyes were wide and fearful as she stared at them. They knew nothing about her, found no one claiming her to be their daughter, no one with knowledge of whom she was or why she was here. She was young, only a few years into the beginning of her life, and it was clear by the terrified and abandoned look on her face that she was in great need of their aid.

Throughout the many years she lived at the orphanage, they never got her to tell them where she came from. They weren’t sure she could remember, as young as she had been when she had appeared that day. They took care of her, but they never treated her like an equal to the other kids. The other children teased her about her ancestry, the servants and priests were stricter and demanded more of her than they did of anyone else. She was usually quiet and reserved, but found her comfort with a couple of other children, even laughing and grinning again as if joy could be found in her little body. It was evident already at an early stage that she enjoyed teasing and manipulating the other kids into doing things for her; and once she had them around her little finger, they would do whatever she asked just to get her approval.

The priests and servants of the orphanage saw these signs in her early on, and forbade her of these antics. When she failed to comply time and again, she was punished. These punishments reigned between anything from going straight to bed without supper, being denied to play with the other children for a given amount of time, or having to do additional chores. The worst punishments, however, started after she had convinced another kid to drop a dead rat into the stew the female caretakers cooked for dinner. Revenge was a horrible sin, they told her, for they assumed she only did it to get back at them for the other punishments. For several hours they locked her alone inside one of the many closets of the orphanage. This wouldn’t be the last time that happened, and she hated it equally each and every time. Hated it because it made her feel claustrophobic, because it made her feel so alone, so vulnerable and frightened.

They were resigned by the devilish traits they saw in her, perhaps amplified by the two characteristic horns growing out of her forehead, the silvery hair she insisted on letting grow, and her yellow, mischievous eyes. She was also beautiful, something that became more apparent once she reached puberty. An inevitable course of nature she would come to despise, as some of the male servants quickly found their own way of punishing her various misdeeds. The abuse was horrible, made her want to run away or even end her own life. She never attempted that, she had too much pride, regardless of how much these “uncles” insisted all worth and dignity from her. She pretended to be sick a lot, refused to play with the other kids, became quiet and secluded. Her only consort was that broken ragdoll, lacking an eye and a hand, dressed in a rippled and dirty dress. She hid it away so they could never find it and take it away from her, only pulling it forth when she felt safe and in desperate need of the comfort it gave.

She never told anyone what happened, but she despised everyone there for never asking or suspecting. She was certain they knew about it, but they chose to turn a blind eye and let the abuse go on. It was punishment for her, for her blood. They hated her and saw it befitting. She wanted nothing more than to see them all rot for what they had done to her.

A few years later, with consistent abuse and mistreatment, her wishful prayers were answered when she was woken in the middle of the night by a hand calmly shaking her shoulder. Instinctively she bit her tongue and winced back, fearing another of the men were here to take advantage of her. She pushed her back against the wall, cringed as she tugged her sheets to her chest and watched the robed figure sitting by her bed. He put a finger to his lips, a signal for her to keep quiet. She was about to turn away in fright as she saw the moonlight glimmer off those yellow eyes concealed by the dark cowl. She could not help but stare at him, curiosity overtaking her fear. She had never seen anyone else with such eyes before – eyes just like her own. He leaned in closer and whispered soothingly.

“Fear not, Sis, for I have finally found you,” The robed figure said, causing her to gasp in surprise.

“Sister?” She asked. Could she really have a brother, one who had finally come to save her?

A wide grin spread on his lips as his hand brushed down her cheek. She could see his face more clearly now as he let the moon outside light up what was concealed by the shadows of his hood. He was handsome, charming, exuding a confidence that instantly made her feel safe in his presence. His traits were as her own, she knew at once that he was in fact her brother. There was no doubt in her mind. She embraced him, holding on as tightly as she could as tears of joy and relief welled up her eyes.

He soothed her with a hush, letting his hand stroke her back reassuringly. “What have they done to you, Naaziira?” he asked her.

“Naaziira?” She replied with confusion in her voice.

“Your name, Sis. Your beautiful name,” He revealed to her.

She didn’t protest her newly learned name; she just nodded and kept holding onto the protective embrace of her newfound brother.

"I can sense something is wrong, Lil’ Sis.” He said again with a voice pushing calmly for an answer. He pulled her away, holding onto her shoulders as he studied her face. The hurt in her eyes told him everything he needed to know. The horrors that followed that night were sick and dreadful. Aalzar Karcxi had not seen his sister since she was abducted as a baby, and relentlessly he had searched for her, refusing to forgive himself for letting any possible harm come her way. He was no nice man, but he loved his sister more than anything, and he would blame everyone in that orphanage for their crimes against her. If they hadn’t done anything, they were blamed for not having stepped in to stop it. If they didn’t know anything, they were blamed for not having found out.

The orphans were slaughtered brutally, but with no unnecessary pain. The aunts were tortured first, then killed and disposed. The uncles, each and every one of them, were forced to rape each other. A befitting punishment for what they had made his sister suffer through. Then tormented so thoroughly that people hearing the faintest rumors of it cringed in agony. One rumor was that Aalzar had forced one to chew off the manhood of another with his bare teeth, then switched their places. And that was only the beginning of what horrors they were put through.

He made sure Naaziira was there to witness it all. She had to see that proper punishment was dealt out for their crimes against her. He even forced her to thrust a knife into the heart of one of the badly wounded and tortured priests, watching how life ebbed away as she twisted the knife around.

It was scary at first, but the satisfaction of revenge was something she permitted herself. She had cried and hit the dying priest several times afterwards as emotions ran over, and eventually her brother had to pull her away. When they left shortly after, they let the orphanage stand as it was, with the corpses of children and mutilated corpses of grown men and women lay as a message to any poor soul stumbling upon the horrid sight.

She traveled with her brother and his gang for many years to come. She watched and even admired how he handled himself around both men and women, how his charm and good looks got him everything he wanted, and if it ever failed, how his ruthless ways ensured his success. He loved his sister and would never see any real harm come to her, but he had a twisted way of showing it. He enjoyed getting her into trouble, watching how insecurity and panic consumed her, let time pass before he helped her out of it. She never fully trusted him because of this, nor ever fully understood him.

Once he murdered a man in the streets of a small town and blamed her for it. He had ripped off the hood that hid her horns and yelled murderer as he pointed at her in pretended shock. The bloodied knife was already in her hand and he was long gone before she knew it. She slept a month in jail awaiting a death penalty before he broke her free. She hated him for it, even how much he assured her he was only doing it to make her stronger.

He had told her about their mother and father. How she had been an elven whore, as he so eloquently put it, and he a tiefling pirate. He told of how their father had met their mother, impregnated her and then left off again for a few decades before he returned, only to impregnate her again. Aalzar had went off to find their father only a year after she was born, and that was the last time he had seen her. He had failed to find their father, and when he returned a few years later, their mother laid in her grave, murdered by their father, or so the rumors said. Why, he could not say, but he meant to find out. Additionally, he was certain Naaziira had been taken by her father, and he searched for them for years before he overheard someone talking about that horned young girl at a nearby orphanage. That was when he had found her.

Wherever they traveled, she knew he was looking for clues how to find their father. She wanted to find him too, but she wasn’t sure for what reason. A part of her wanted to meet him, another to kill him. She had a feeling her brother felt the same way about it.

It took her many years to let anyone touch her again. The abuse would forever be imprinted on her soul, something she would never fully recover from, but as time passed she learned to live her life again. They stayed in a town for a while, and it was here she found the first person she fell in love with. He was the type that got the most attention of all the men in the tavern, the type who would gather people around when he had a story to tell. He was rough, callous and looked the type who wasn’t afraid to get his fingers dirty. She was surprised by how easily she could seduce him, despite all the other women throwing themselves at him.

She didn’t enjoy the night they spent together, but she didn’t hate it as much as she had feared. The memories were there, but she knew she had to overcome them. Over two decades had passed, it was time for her to move on and not let this hold her back any longer. She never wanted a real relationship with this man, but she returned to the town on rare occasions to meet him. He was the one she had entrusted with her intimacy; he was the only one she felt safe with in this regard. She always suspected, but still hated the fact when she found out he had several other mistresses. When she foolishly confessed it to her brother, actions were swiftly taken. The man was killed, and there was nothing Naaziira could say or do to prevent it from happening. The man had hurt his Lil' Sis, something Aalzar could never accept ever to happen.

Years went on, and Naaziira started to feel an increasing sense of insecurity around her brother. She watched how his intentions to protect her and teach her did more harm than it did good. They got in a lot of trouble, mostly because Aalzar and his gang were notorious criminals, always stealing, tricking people and even committing occasional murders. Naturally a reputation built up around this lawless gang, and they were hunted across the lands. Due to their devil heritage, they already had to be cautious when in public, but things escalated to a point where hiding beneath a large cowl and a robe wasn’t enough anymore. They were hunted criminals, and easily recognized for their racial traits, and guards were quick to demand that anyone suspiciously hiding their faces were to reveal them.

This eventually resulted in them having to hide in more secluded areas. A life neither of them enjoyed, but a life that would have caught up to them eventually. As with most criminal gangs, consequences weren't taken into the equation, and as with most gangs, having to deal with such consequences were despised. Blame, infighting, lies and such poison spread within the gang, breaking them apart. Naaziira soon found herself in a position where escaping was the only logical solution. She had enjoyed the lawless life of the gang, the tension they caused, the wicked games they had played on people, but she never fully cared for that life. It wasn't her calling, but compared to the abusive life of the orphanage, and with the connection to her brother, she had appreciated the change it provided.

What she didn't appreciate, however, was the public blame put on her. She wasn't widely recognized, she was by no means a well known criminal, nothing near of her brother’s infamous reputation, but she was still wanted for much more than she was actually guilty of. Joining her brother, being part of, and associated with, his gang, with or without him tricking her into blame, had caused her to be a full time accomplish as far as the public eye was concerned. Protesting it was futile, no one would believe her, and most of them were justified in thinking so.

She snuck off when they were out on a trip one day, running as far as she could in another direction, praying to whatever god was watching over her for her brother not to find out until she was far enough away to actually escape him. And as if one or more gods had been watching that day, she did manage to escape. Few could keep up with her restless pace; few matched her agility and quickness. She went along for days, using treetops or small, abandoned caves for shelter when she had to sleep. She had no concrete plans of what to do with her life, she would take one day as it came after another.

She didn’t live a life alone for very long. She witnessed some drow, a race she knew existed but had never actually seen before, escape a cave one night to plunder a nearby village. They were ruthless in their ways, though she saw similarities to the ways of her brother in them. Curiosity had her sneak after them, watching what they did from a secure distance. She wasn’t great at hiding, something she learned when a hand gripped her shoulder and sent a shock through her tense heart.

A drow mistress stood behind her, exuding so much confidence and pride in her otherwise wily expression that Naaziira couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of being drawn to her. Fright had her heart beating quickly, and while she thought this was to be her last hour, something in her must have tickled the drow’s interest. She was spared and taken back with them to what surprisingly evolve into a romantic relationship. Not only because it was unlikely for a drow to take a non-drow lover, but because Naaziira had never been attracted to women before. At least not in a romantic sense. Perhaps the constant disappointment by men had turned her against them; she had been abused by many and betrayed by the only one she gave herself freely to. The feeling was strange, but she liked it. The intimacy was different, and that was something that made it all much more comfortable for her. She could finally experience love and physical pleasure without the constant reminder of those painful memories.

It was a wicked relationship, though. There was never any doubt who was the one in charge of the two, and an option of free will was something she never dared ask for. She did mostly as she was instructed, not even as much as attempt to cross the woman behind her back. Shraz’riá, the drow lover, was much crueler than Naaziira, but otherwise they were a good fit. Naaziira never approve of or took any particular joy in the needless torment of people just for fun, as one example, but she never spoke out against it.

Faith, as it was, had her brother eventually find her, though. It took a couple of years, and she never learned exactly how he found out. They were tricked outside, Aalzar having planted rumors of something as simple as a great artifact of magical proportions being transferred via a caravan through a road not so far away from the cave entrance. Naturally this caught the drow's attention, and they quickly planned an attack. When the ambush was a reality, Naaziira was devastated. Most of the drow were slaughtered in the attack, and Naaziira, wanting to partake in the attack, was taken by her brother. She pleaded for him to let her go, telling him how much she loved Shraz’riá and how she was finally happy. Aalzar refused to listen to this, knowing drow culture all too well to think the drow mistress wouldn't dispose of Naaziira the moment she was tired of her.

Assassins would surely be sent after them, so Aalzar promised that he would see to Shraz’riá's end. Naaziira pleaded for days, but to no avail. She hated him for this, for taking away her happiness, for ruining her life with his overprotective, stubborn love. She pretended to get over it, and in some ways even managed to get over it, only to plan a way to fully escape her brother and the life of being haunted by the law. The drow mistress was a sorceress, and had more than once told Naaziira about the possibility of plane shifting. This was a very, very difficult magical spell which only a handful of people knew how to cast. But Naaziira saw no other way than to pursue someone with that particular ability. She needed to leave Abeir-Toril, she needed to escape the hand of the law and most of all she really needed to escape her brother.

It took some time, some clever manipulation, use and misuse of friends and foes, but eventually she managed to find a mage willing to cast the spell for her. To ensure he would cast it for her without any tricks up his sleeve, without protections and wards on him, to gain his full trust and to have him do as she asked, she used one of the oldest and simplest tricks in the books; she seduced him. Without clothes, without the rings and amulets she had made sure to rip off him during their session, she had him cast the spell just to show her he could do it, just to impress her for the illusion of getting more of her, and once it was cast, she would cut his throat and slip through the gate, hopefully leaving no trace behind...