Character- Kahseema Lyricsall

Name: Kahseema Lyricsall
Sex: Female
Height: 6'7'', incredibly tall and lanky.
Nationality/Race/Class: Tiefling. Siren- human mix. Born off the coast of Amn. Control Wizard.
Build: Slim and lanky and tall, often awkward with her own body.
Hair: Waist length ginger hair, kept in dreadlocks, out of her eyes.
Hair Colour: Red.
Eye Colour: Yellow and black.
Skin Colour: Light skinned for a Tiefling.

Distinguishing Features: Kahseema's natural yet unnatural Tiefling horns are her most distinguishing features. But what makes her stand out the most from other Tieflings is how human she appears aside from the horns and tail. Her skin is light in contrast and her nose is dotted with freckles.

Skills: Lacking physical skill, and being completely uncomfortable with her body she lacks any agility. Magic comes naturally to her. She is able to lock into her Siren capabilities effortlessly. She's also quick with her tongue, witty and clever. She's come to depend on her mental strength to get herself from sticky situations.

Weapons and Gear/Equipment:
She carries a wand in her back dress pocket, a locket with her father's face, and travels lightly, only really needing her satchel full of necessities.

Kahseema dresses in skin tight cloth dresses often exposing her lovely cream coloured cleavage.

Her favourite colour is light purple, and you'll most often see her decked in the most beautiful of dyes.


Interests and Goals: Doing the best she can to make her father proud. Surviving nearly every danger Neverwinter has to offer with the help of her sister.

Why Mythweavers: ((Unsure at the moment))

Background:
''My sister and I always loved hearing the tales our father would tell us of how we came to be. We're not ordinary citizens of our realm, you see. We're Tieflings. Tainted ones. But I don't see it that way. Being different made me..well me.

All his life, my father wanted to be a sailor, combatting ruthless pirates and saving the world.

So at the age of 19, he set off without the support of his parents. He bought his own ship and hired his own crew with funds he had set aside for that very day. They were aiming to explore the vast ocean and perhaps find a new continent.

Their adventure didn't last long as that very night they smashed into an island's reef off the coast of Amn.
My father, Heath, and his crew survived the initial crash and washed on the shore of this uncharted island...
But they weren't prepared for the onslaught that followed.

For this island was a home to a group of Sirens.
And they didn't beckon my father's ship or his crew. It was purely due to the awful navigation that the ship crashed in the first place! My father and his crew were intruders on this island. The Sirens had no intention of mating at that period of time- for that's what this particular group of Sirens did to poor unsuspecting sailors...Beckoned and mated then devoured the bodies.
According to my father, the head mistress of the Sirens led the attack.

And it was love at first beheading!

She was a dangerous, powerful merwoman. Tall and pale blue, long silvery hair and golden eyes. And my father was ruggedly handsome and human. They were a pair not meant to meet.
Let's set this record straight- this particular Siren detested humans. They reeked and reminded her of land pigs. In fact, she hated them so much that she refused to mate with them. She bore probably one or two children prior to my sister and myself over the centuries.

Apparently, she's not met too many non-human sailors?

Back to the twisted love story that is my creation...!

Megarya was her name and although neither spoke the other's language..it was love at first bite..!

Okay, but seriously, Megarya had just beheaded father's useless navigator when their eyes first met. Blood splashing everywhere, mayhem and chaos surrounding them..
Father has a gruesome part of this story he likes to share. He claims his navigator was very much aware of his fate. His eyes were still blinking and his beheaded face made an expression like this:
*Kahseema contorts her face so her mouth resembles a wicked frown crossed with horror, before reverting back to her normal calmness*

She stopped the onslaught a moment too late as one of her sisters stabbed my father in the shoulder.

Nevermind the fact all his men were dead, but this is the story I was told..!

Megarya decided to keep this very special human. Nursed him back to health, in various ways if you know what I mean..!
I mean that WAS how my sister and I were concieved...!

Now a bit of this island's population before I continue..
Full of mixed races, Human Sirens, Orc Sirens, Elven Sirens, and even a few Sirens that resembled us. But, Megarya's line was sparse and involved Elven Sirens, the closest relative of her kind. She aimed for her inheritants to be as pure blood as possible, or at least appearances had to be that way. She could afford to be picky, she would probably live forever!
So when she became pregnant, she quickly contacted her wishmaster demon friend.

She struck a pact with her Wishmaster. She didn't want her child resembling a human at all. And after my father learned her language, he says those were her exact words. People just don't think when they make these grand wishes. There are always consequences. Even I know that, and I'm only nineteen!

During her term, my father and Megarya became inseperable. They were in love, but it wasn't true love. Megarya only wanted to keep my father for his apperance. My father enjoyed having someone else care for him. They planned our future, our names, and how we would live on their island.

Their illusion quickly vanished the night of her labour. When it became evident we weren't of pure apperance. We were gnarly twisted babies, red as blood. My sister was the darker one, and the oldest by two minutes. Our horns were small stumps atop our head, our eyes as dark as hell.

Father, being the kind man, saved us from certain death and escaped by another canoe he found on the island years ago. He rescued me and Mideah. He gifted us with our mother's maiden name- Lyricsall.

But, it would be the three of us against the world. He tried to contact his family, but when they saw our blood red skin, they turned us away. Father was left with the little skill he had left, woodmaking - a hobby of his. He made a living off it, and supported my sister and I.

It's a sweet, tragic story and told word for word by my father!

It was my father's sacrifice that allowed my sister and I to start our own tales.

My story may differ from Mideah, but I think the plot might be the same.

Father placed us in a public school house, wanting us to be as well educated as he could afford. After all, his family could afford to hire tutors and granted him his every wish. He says it was due to his own knowledge he was able to keep our family stable.

I came to value paper and the words splayed across them. Reading came easy to me and I'd soak up word after word and then more words wherever I could find them. My pupils would call me a bookworm when we were very young. But the playful nicknames didn't last long.

I thought I had been developing friendships with other girls in my class, separate identity from my sister. But then our horns started their growth spurt. My pigmentation started fading and freckles dotted my nose and cheeks. As I grew older, the children threw pebbles at me. Girls I thought were friends. Thomas, the boy I thought was my true love shunned me. Their parents always disliked us tainted twins. It would only be a matter of time before their spawns would listen to their hatred.

I started spending more and more time with my Mideah, my sister. We became inseparable, joined at the hip. She's lovely my sister, but sometimes we didn't see eye to eye.

One day, I was in our town hall's library. I had good relations with the maester as long as I covered my horns. He didn't want to advertise that he allowed a Tiefling's presence in his library. Nonetheless, I came to spend more of my time there in my sixteenth year. I'd get lost in the worlds the books offered. Free of prejudice and hate, these books offered me a safe haven.

But while I was lost in my own little world, someone had followed me into that dusty cathedral made of books. That someone grabbed my tail and dragged me out into the middle of the square. I somehow managed to keep my delicate scarf covering my horns. I cried out and curled into a ball while he attempted to strip away my clothing in front of our very own village folk. My face was flushed with humiliation and I never thought it would end. As his grubby hands found my scarf and started peeling the fabric from my face, Mideah came to my rescue. All I heard was ''You really have to find a way to defend yourself when I'm not with you, sister.'' After that, I blacked out. I only recall waking in my bed with a fresh bouquet of roses from father.

And when I ask Mideah what happened, she just shrugs it off as if nothing happened.

So I took to the forest for my own escape. Books no longer offered anything for me. I was too traumatized to go back to the library. I took to singing the stories I had learned. My voice, I had never opened myself like I did that first time in the forest, it was shrill and high pitched. I was astounded by my voice, not knowing that I would inherit my mother's gift, her Siren abilities. Every time I opened my mouth to sing, this high pitched song erupted from my lungs. I even managed to freeze some rodents in their place momentarily. I discovered my protection....


We didn't stay in the outer village of Amn for much longer after that. But, it had nothing to do with the ordeal I went through.

The eve of our seventeenth birthday, the house was decorated in pinks and reds for our three person party the next day, we heard a loud bang downstairs on the front door. We crept out silently and peer over the staircase as father answered the door. The gust of wind carried in a scent of death, and a tall hooded figure strode over the threshold. He made himself at home as a long clawed finger swept some dust off a picture frame.

''I know you have them.'' A deep, guttural voice slithered across the room. I clung to my sister, our horns interlocking for a brief moment as we watched Father's eyes burn with a ferocity we have never seen before. We had guessed he was fierce with swordsmanship before, but what he did next was incredible.

''You can never have them, I've told you this before, Demon!'' He pulled his sword from its sheath next to the door and spun in a circle, slicing our lamps, candles, and couch in splinters as well as the Demon's mid-torso. Of course, the Demon wasn't dead. The sword was steel and not tainted with anything that would cause serious injuries to the immortal being. His deep brown eyes meet our golden ones as he kicked the unconscious Demon to the floor as his wounds healed, slowly but definitely surely.

''Girls, you have to leave, now!'' Heath, our father looked dead serious, his now wrinkled face crossed with worry. We didn't hesitate as we unhooked ourselves and scrambled to our rooms for our robes.

I remember for a brief moment wanting to grab Mister Fluffikins the Third. My beloved unicorn plushie an old friend had gifted me. I felt tears well in my eyes. I inhaled sharply and only grabbed what was absolutely necessary. My crystal orb I created, and my robes. I pushed my slippers over my feet and rushed out of my doorway, wrapping my robes around my thin body in a rush.

As I nearly stumbled down the wooden stairs, my father caught me easily. My eyes met his as a tear rolled down my cheek. ''Father, I don't..I can't.'' My voice shook uncontrollably, I looked behind him at the Demon, wondering if I could help. But, I knew under this pressure I wouldn't find my voice. My gift would fail us.

Father set me gently down on the floor and patted my head. ''You must go, you must make me proud. You're the only family I have and you must survive.''

I nodded my head sadly as I waited for my sister... my hand out to my side as she rushed forward and clasped her darker hand with my lighter one.

I led the way as an idea popped in my head. ''I know just where to go.'' I looked into my sister's eyes and offered a comforting grin, not daring to look behind us, at our cabin. At our father who had sacrificed so much for us, when he could have easily been rid of us. He could have gone back to his family and married another wealthy aristocrat and had a comfortable life, but he chose his girls. He chose us. I decided on the night of our Seventeenth birthday that I would make our father proud.

The next two years we spent on the Moonshae Isles.

I had originally hoped to find our Mother's Island. But apparently we overshot our destination and landed on the Moonshae Isles. I asked Mideah if she minded staying on the island until we sorted a fortune for another journey, and I guess one could say she agreed. I positioned a job at the local tavern with my toned down voice and slowly earned enough of my share for another boat journey. I mapped out our adventure. We'd start at the Northern Coast and travel south, scouring every single island we came across.

Well.. that was my plan until that Dragolich burned our ship.

Again, I blacked out and found myself waking next to my sister's familiar red form. We lost everything, our boat, the crew, our small fortune. I felt lost, in despair, with nothing to hold onto. My hopes and dreams went with that Dragolich...


((This is one of my newest characters, she does have a twin sister, I'll see if her player will post his bio. Cause I think his is even more awesome :P ))