Naumil's General Appearance
Naumil Kennyranea was tall by most elven
standards standing at an intimidating six foot two though was still out
measured by some of his own race. This raven toned flesh was
surprisingly well toned as he's been kept rather fit. His lavender eyes
assented with the white hair that framed along his strong dark features.
A Brief Background For Naumil
Growing up in the Nethergloom was no easy task for any male of the
species and it was no surprise that the same was true for him. Certain
lessons are constants and even encouraged and expected if one could call
it that. And first and foremost was the lesson that on is to do
anything to get ahead in life within the dark realm.
With that though Naumil never rose above petty larcenies a slip of coins
here a clever scheme there and always there was the profitable scam to
be had along the way. This landed him in more hot water than he would of
liked. When he conned a member of a very influential house he found
himself set for life as a slave. Well such would never do not for him so
bribing the keeper that kept him under guard he slipped away and fled
for the surface.
Naumil's Full Biograpghy
Naumil isn't what one would call violent or destructive, at least in
compare to others of his breed which was a problem for him. In the
Nethergloom where he was bore and raised violence and general
destructiveness were not only prevalent but such things were almost
expected. But this dark elf had no taste for such things not that he was
incapable not by a long shot he simply would rather not. The fact
remained that some act of deception and backstabbing was expected even
from a male as proof that he sought to better his status. Without such
he may as well be a slave and there seemed little doubt that the female
dominated society would have no problem with putting him in chains as a
show of power and evidence of what becomes of the weak. Though unlike
his brethren he really had no interest in bettering his status since
nothing he does in that world would ever raise him above even the
lowliest female so why bust his ass to be the best of the worst, but he
did slip into a quiet like of deception and trickery which was enough to
keep him from being viewed as weak.
The life of a thief is rarely a pretty one nut the life of a -con man-
had its way of looking very attractive even when it wasn't. There was no
better way to strike back at those that had held domain over the moriel
society than to trick then one by one out of everything that they had.
Over time he became quite adept at the lies able to look a victim square
in the eye and utter such beautiful lies and manipulations of fact that
even the the most cautious moriel would have trouble not trusting his
words. His stealthy deception and caressing lies easily brought him
wealth and even a bit of power when the mark was influential enough. And
this would turn out to be his downfall in the end such skillful
deceptions and impressive rate of success had made him grow arrogant and
an arrogant thief is a clumsy thief and he would soon learn what
carelessness would get him in the gloom.
With previous successes under his belt he set his sights higher this
next job would get him something he had never thought important before
but now with the swell to his ego he couldn't resist the temptation of
going after money ... power .... and reputation that would surely boost
his status beyond anything he had dreamed of or so he thought at least.
With the arrival of a small group from a highly influential and quite
powerful house the decision seemed to be made for him. Observing at
first like a wolf watching the flock he culls the weakest as he saw it
within the group before making him move. When the woman was alone he
moved in and Naumil laughed and made nice actually quite charming and
kind he with relative ease gained her confidence. They saw one another
in secret for weeks having convinced her it was best that the rest of
her house not know of their relationship yet. And over those weeks he
milked her like the cash cow she was to him for money and favors. That
is until the excited woman let slip about this secret affair to another
of her house thats when things went south for Naumil. The truth of the
con was soon figured out and the hunt for the con man was on after all
they couldn't let their house be humiliated that way.
Finding him had actually been easy since Naumil wasn't about to just let
go of his little prize so when the woman sent message that she wanted
to see her he was more than happen to meet with her and maybe get a
little something for his trouble. He never saw it coming and walked
right into their trap that they had set for him on his approach he only
saw the one but others from her house soon ambushed him and bound him in
a flurry of cackles and taunts. Dragged off to a dark room and chained
there and left to stew for several days though he doesn't know the exact
length of time. When they returned he was told he was going to be
beaten for his little game to a twenty count which he figured was
nothing he'd take it and get the hell out of there. When the whip fell
on his back he took the sting without a sound though the more that fell
the harder it was to bare. Three more strokes and he would be home free
thats when he groan in pain and the next count stroke that was announced
was ... One... thats then they informed that every sound he made would
restart. He suffered under the whip for hours trying to keep his silence
though failing repeatedly when the twenty count was reached his back
was a bloody mess and he was drained of strength. Tossed into a cell the
group smirked, a gaze of self importance painted on their feature. Then
it was put simply to him 'tomorrow you are a slave' he was being sold
into slavery to recoup the woman's losses. Well even in this defeated
state Naumil would stand for that the fortune he had accrued over a
lifetime was about to be gone. Bargaining with the guard that held him
he traded his fortune for his freedom once free of the cell he took the
whip that had been used to beat him so viciously to remind him what he
was running from. With that thought fresh in his head he headed off
making his way for the surface and freedom where he knew those that
pursued him would undoubtedly refuse to follow him.