Zenden Do'Shirrenn
Race: Half-Drow , male
Alignment: Neutral
Class: Fighter
Personal Description
Age: 55
Height: 168cm
Weight: 62kg
Details: Jet-black hairless skin, slim built apparently not very muscular, straight
white hair (about 30cm long, tied up in a ball knot behind), amber eyes.
His mannerisms are very calm, his speech slow and his voice
somehow often half-whispered, he usually seems to act
coldly without passions or emotions.
He usually wears tight black or grey dresses not to hamper
too much, and a hooded cloak when the season is not too
hot because it's normally safer
to hide his own drow heritage; his swords are both blackened
by long time use of poison to coat them, although it is a mere
aesthetic consequence of it.
Racial Features
Size: medium
Base Speed: 30ft
Skills: +2 Diplomacy, +2 Gather Information, +1 Listen, +1 Spot, +1 Search, (+1/liv as HR)
Languages: Common, Elven, Undercommon
Favored class: any
Special: immunity to Sleep effects, +2 vs Enchantment
Vision: Darkvision 60ft
Base Abilities (28-point buy)
Strength 14 Intelligence 14
Dexterity 16 Wisdom 10
Constitution 10 Charisma 10
LEVEL 2
Class Fighter 2
Str 14 +2 Int 14 +2
Dex 16 +3 Wis 10 0
Con 10 0 Cha 10 0
BAB +2
Attacks (melee) Longsword +4 damage 1d8+2 (or 1d8+3 two-handed), crit 19-20/x2
Falchion +4 damage 2d4+3, crit 18-20/x2
Dagger +4 damage 1d4+2, crit 19-20/x2
Sickle +4 damage 1d6+2, crit 20/x2
Attacks (ranged)Dagger +5 damage 1d4+2, crit 19-20/x2, 10ft
Longbow +5 damage 1d8, crit 20/x3, 100ft
Sling +5(+4) damage 1d4(1d3)+2, crit 20/x2, 50ft
AC 18 (10 + 4armor +1shield + 3dex), touch 13, flat-footed 15
ACP -3
ASF na
ST Fort +3 +0 = +3
Refl +0 +3 = +3
Will +0 +0 = +0
Hp 10x2 + 0 (Con) = 20
Init +3
Weapon prof. (all Simple Weapons)
(all Martial Weapons)
Armor prof. (all Light Armors)
(all Medium Armors)
(all Heavy Armors)
(all Shields and Tower Shields)
Feats: Blind-Fight, Combat Expertise, Improved Disarm
Skills: Climb +2 acp
Jump +2 acp
Swim +2 acp x2
Balance +3 acp
Escape Artist +3 acp
Hide +3 4/2* acp
Move Silently +3 4/2* acp
Ride +3
Tumble +3 4/2* acp
Use Rope +3
Concentration 0
Appraise +2
Craft (+2)
Forgery +2
Search +2 +1 racial
Heal 0
Listen 0 4/2* +1 racial
Sense Motive 0
Spot 0 +1 racial
Survival 0
Bluff 0
Diplomacy 0 +2 racial
Disguise 0
Gather Information 0 4/2* +2 racial
Intimidate 0 5*
Perform (0)
*tot points spent = 25
Languages: Common, Elven, Undercommon; Infernal, Drow Sign language
Patron deity: Eilistraee (occasionally still worships other drow deities)
Equipment: Chainshirt (100gp, 25lb), +4 light, maxDex +4, ACP -2
Buckler (15gp, 5lb), +1 , ACP -1
Dagger (2gp, 1lb)
Sickle (6gp, 2lb)
Longsword (15gp, 4lb) "Lotus"
Falchion (75gp, 8lb) "Hellsaw"
Longbow (75gp, 3lb)
Sling (0gp, 0lb)
40-Arrows quiver (2gp)
Magic eq.: -
Class Tools: -
Other Gear: Belt Pouch (1gp) + Trail Ration (3x0,5gp) + Soap (0,5gp)
Waterskin (1gp)
Explorer’s Outfit (na/10gp)
Other Expenses: -
Money: 6gp
Background: 60 years ago, a very young human Bard named Oljon lived in the peaceful city of Silverymoon.
The Bard was a happy handsome bloke but with a melancholic vein in his arts, and a personal
attraction for fairy creatures, mysteries and death. He used to wonder the quite streets of the
upper class district at sleepless nights, in a time when crime was at his lowest and those
streets were walked in summer nights by dandy fellows from late partying and the like. One night,
while pondering in his thoughts about a song of love between a young human and an elven maiden,
for some reason his feet led him to the upper class old graveyard at the edge of the district,
and he stumbled upon a maiden of blackpearl skin and unearthly beauty trying to hide among the
grave trees. Her name was Sulanine Do'Shirrenn and was a young Drow priestess. Being very keen
on manipulating humans, the dark elven maiden played the part of the lost fragile creature to
conceal her true intentions, which at the time were merely to collect some grave dirt for her
underground community's games, and the young man was too good of heart and had gone too far already
about fantasizing an affair with an elf girl, that he easily fell in love with the maiden.
Later he offered her a shelter whenever she wanted to stay in the city, and for a few months he
struggled to have her accepted by the other humans, while she was mostly having a lot of fun by
the whole thing, but cared nothing for the man who was deceived all the time. Clearly, he knew
about the drows' nature, and realized also that she was often using him as a shield for her own
mischieves on the surface, but despite this he loved her and remained confident that he could
have changed her bad sides.
From such a couple Zenden was conceived, but the child never dwelled in the father's quarters.
His mother had grown tired of the game and returned in the underdark when she was already pregnant,
and didn't bother to inform Oljon about it. As the idilliac story was ended, Oljon had managed to heal his
wounds and his heart eventually found its own way: after more than 10 years of wandering adventures,
he came back to Silverymoon and married his younger cousin, and later established himself as a
quite esteemed music teacher and novels composer in the city academy of arts. Only about 20 years
after the separation from Sulanine he eventually came to know about the existance of their son, as
the drow (who has been a few times occasionally showing herself aboveground around Silverymoon)
distractingly told him. For some time, Oljon cultivated the will to meet his son, who was still a
child for the half-elven standards, but finally desisted, partially to protect his new family from trouble
and partially because he couldn't even trust Sulanine to be speaking the truth about him at all.
As a trick of the fate, he met his son only once, on his last day of life when, now over 70 years
old, he was going to the pablic thermal baths, and just casually met the eyes of his son who was entering
town inside a merchant wagon and had peeked out of it; they didn't recognize each other of course.
The Bard died the same night, in his bed surrounded by his family and his grandchildren.
During his first 50 years of life, Zenden was trained to be what every Drow male usually is, a
warrior to defend the dark elven subterranean community. Only that, being half human, he was normally
regarded as inferior to the others, and indeed he was less at ease in the underdark, primarily because
of his lack of darkvision. His mother, a lesser priestess of the drow pantheon, took advantage of
Zenden's faster growth to adulthood compared to straight drows and implied him as her personal
bodyguard and servant in her favourite fiendish summoning practices (it was during a battle against
enraged devils that Zenden won his falchion who he later named "Hellsaw"). Furthermore, Zenden was often
coopted by higher-rank drow priestesses to perform investigations on the surface, both because his
lack of intolerance to sunlight and an analytical disposition of his mind. For more important tasks he
was usually regarded as not enough cynical, mercyless and effective, and occasionally easy to fall
to sentiments such as pity and forgiveness, a clearly pathetic human heritage he often despised in
himself as well.
About 5 years ago, Zenden was caught into an intricated plot of political rivalry between several
drow priestesses' factions, troubled times during which he was pushed towards a situation
where he would have had to choose between slaying some priestess' drow infants or betray the clear
orders from the leader priestess - a move from her to indirectly hit her rival Sulanine - but a choice
he eventually never came to do since the leader was herself assassinated before he could complete
her task. Neverthless, the episode had brought his heart in more dire confusion than ever, and as a
result he finally left the drow city for the surface, to question his nature of duplicity but also
to avoid the coming political clashes for power between the new leader pretenders.
In the past years, he has been travelling around the Silver Marches and taken service as bodyguard,
scout, caravan guard and short-time mercenary in a few occasions, but also worked for a few months
for a bandit group (although not actually raiding or participating to actions).
Personality: Zenden's very calm and very cold mannerisms hide a serious insecurity of his beliefs. He is more or
less on a quest for his very nature, which since his birth itself is double. He has always been educated
under the drow ideas of a life dominated by sheer hunger for power and lack of other committments, but
never felt such desire to really belong to him. Power, wealth, knowledge are stranger values for him,
with love being still an unknown thing to him as well. For the moment he considers himself a beholder
of the world aboveground, after the one below has failed to inspire him any true motivation for his
existence. Although he is definitely not reckless or straight evil in his attitude, he often finds
himself acting cruel in battle, often without thinking twice, and sometimes this disposition seems
natural for him who has been always lived this way among the drow.
