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Solanaceae
Player: Solanaceae
Place of Birth:	Fae Realm
Class:	Nox mage - Necromancer
Guild:	Order of the Ebon Skull
Personal Data
Real Name:	Unpronounceable by most
Aliases:	Child of the Sacred Nightshade, Belladonna, Nightshade
Race:	Fae
Age:	Her exact age is unknown *see history*
Height:	4’10”
Weight:	79 lbs
Eye Color:	changes *see appearance*
Hair Color:	green *see appearance*
Biographical Data
Residence:	Kardak’kesa Gholad, The House of Green Death Charnel Hill, Umbra, Malas
Former Guilds:	Not Specified
Marital Status:	single
Relatives:	estranged from family *see history*
Accolades
none
Abilities
master botanist and gardener, naturally gifted working with venoms, toxins, poisons, and mind-altering plants resources. Has limited secondhand knowledge of gypsy magics through her father’s obsessive fascination with these mystic arts and culture
Unique Equipment
none
none

Solanaceae (sō-lə-nā-sē-ē)

Appearance

Solanaceae’s eyes are deeply slanted, with irises that change from greens, to blues, to violet, sometimes based on mood, other times the changes are random. Her straight, bright green hair falls to mid-shoulder blade, and she generally ties it back in a loose ponytail. She often wears a raven or owl feather hanging from a single braid weaved behind her right ear as her sole hair decoration.

She is just under 4’10” in stature, with a slender, petite build. Her body shape is curved, proportioned like a girl in her pre to early teens. Solanaceae’s skin is purple like the petals of the nightshade blossom. Her body is covered in deeply etched ritual scarring from her upper shoulders down to her ankles, and across her arms to her wrists.

Solanaceae dresses mostly in red, and prefers to leave her skin as much exposed as is practical, to show of her ritual scarring. She is very proud of these markings, as each has a story behind it, something she had to overcome to earn them. Using her glamour Solanaceae can make minor changes to what people see, though not a true shape shifting ability like some of the Fae are capable of.

Much like many of her people, Solanaceae’s voice has a musical quality, and though uncommonly unfamiliar in sound, it is not unpleasant to listen to. Though in body she looks like a young girl, her voice has a deeper quality to it, almost a purr, it caresses the listeners ear like fingers upon warn velvet. Solanaceae rarely if ever raises her voice, preferring to keep her emotions under tight control, her voice soft and soothing.

Most might describe Solanaceae’s scent as akin to freshly harvested wheat, nutty and subtitle, or acidic like a pungent leaf that was crushed to release its vital oils, in moments of pleasure one might even experiences her fragrance like breathing in a field of mint or lavender, or like smelling rich composted soil, but in truth Solanaceae’s earthy scent molds itself as much to her mood as does the color of her eyes. When she is actively using her glamour, Solanaceae can match her scent to the individual smelling it, matching it to what attracts or repels them, depending on her intent.

History

Born in the Fae realm, just beyond the boundaries that separates the waking world from the land of The Dreaming. She is the child of Lady Eolande (mother), Keeper of the Spring and Lady Kaleneana (father), Oracle of Fire, and Guardian to the Crone Council (yes, two women…hey you can do a lot with a good dose of fairy glamour). Solanaceae has many siblings, but her favorite was her twin, Urticaceae.

Urticaceae was one of the first to fade away into the living death when the human-created sickness reached the part of the Fae lands their family called home. The first, but not the last. Solanaceae loved her people fiercely, but none for than her most beloved sister, who she cared for through the sickness for over a century before Urticaceae found a way to end her own life. Solanaceae was never the same after that, and her self-blame feed guilt over her Urticaceae’s death drove her need to protect her people into an overwhelming obsession.

Solanaceae does not speak of her age, in truth her faded connection with the Fae lands has cause her memory of this to become fuzzy and disjointed. She is older than the eldest Yew tree, and younger than Sosaria itself. Solanaceae has forgotten more since her banishment- and loss of power - than most scholars could learn in a dozen lifetimes.

Her banishment from her people is a painful memory for Solanaceae, who has walked the human lands since that day, burying her grief inside her and fallowing a path she does not see clearly. Her only good is the whispering of a goddess she has never seen, but for half a century has led Solanaceae in her cause to protect her people from the greed and selfish action of the other races of Sosaria, protect them by any means necessary.

A year before her banishment this past Solstice eve, the goddess’s message told of the coming end to all life, and that through this final destruction, after all devoured by fire and fell into the embrace of oblivion, a new world would be born from the ashes, a world where her people could find peace.

Current Events

Since coming to the lands of mala, Solanaceae has become involved with the Order of the Ebon Skull, notably The Herald himself, Lord Deathagar, and his consort the Lady Ceirwyn. The Magus Izrem has begun training Solanaceae is some of the Order’s ritual workings, though Solanaceae has become uncertain on where her path suggests continuing her work with the reclaiming of knowledge as the Scholomancers do, of focusing on her specialized research and working under Lord Deathagar as an apprentice. At the present, since her promotion from slave to supplicant, at The Heralds request Solanaceae has been serving as a liaison between the Order and the Gyspys of Minoc. She is also seeking the answers she needs to get a clearer view of the path her goddess wishes her to take, to understand her place within the Order.

Fiction

[Solanaceae, Mistress of Kardak’kesa Gholad]

[Decent, pt #1 ]

[Choices and Consequences, Descent #2 ]

[Dire Consequences ]