A snarky ass bard that is always willing to tell his friends what they are doing wrong. Spends most of his time being the ambassador for Chronicle on Lauzea and when he is not doing that he is either Adventuring or living the family life.

Date of Birth: 31st Mithrahe 482
Gender: Male
Eyes: One white. The other one is a functioning Arcane focus, a single gem in the middle. The gem is called a lapis lazuli. The eye is not translucent, instead black and white clouds swirl around the blue pupil.
Hair: White
Skin Tone/Pigmentation: Black
Height: 5'2 157 cm
Weight: 125 lb 57 kg

Appearance

Physical Description

Has a frail body with quite a few scars. The most notable one being the missing eye that has been replaced with an arcane focus.

Identifying Characteristics

He's Quen, everyone knows him.

Apparel & Accessories

Wears purple robes, with a green cloak and has boots made out of alligator skin.

Specialized Equipment

Specializes in telling his friends what they are doing wrong, purple lighting and talking other people into things.

Special abilities

Has the ability to scout ahead with his mind.

Mentality

Personal history

My mother is a drow

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Matron Mother

who had claimed my father, a human, as her property. After she was done with him she murdered him, just to show the others in the city that she wasn't going soft.

Living there for my childhood I saw all the things that my mother did, horrified about this I declared that I would find a better place to live. This upset my mother, so she took a knife and carved one of my eyes out, saying that I was going to see things her way. After this I snuck out of the city as soon as I saw an opportunity. Leaving the underdark for good, never to return.

While heading to the surface I got caught up in a battle between the Drow and the Dwarves, luckily they were too busy fighting each other to notice me. If they did I would've been dead for sure.

After I left the Underdark I survived by telling people's fortunes, most people are so gullible. Seeing money in this I decided that I would make this my trade and started to learn ways to predict the future. But no matter how much I learned I never seemed able to predict my own future, only the future of others.

I have traveled around Aporeu for many years like this until I came to Arnheim, a place full of anything you can imagine. I didn't stand out anymore, with all the different races in one place. Because of this I have been able to stay in one place and make some money.

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Fearing that my mother would eventually send her cronies after me.

I would try and predict as many peoples futures around me, so that I might learn my own future through them. But telling the futures of the people on the street did not give me the information I needed. I think that I need to predict the futures of a group of people that I can observe for a longer time. Maybe join that circus that was coming to town. The last time that circus came to town I did find their ape for them, the brother Rongo does still owe me for that. So I'll visit them and maybe I'll find a group to travel with, and make some money on the side of course.

Education

Received a education worthy of a drow

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noble

Employment

Gold adventurer, ambassador, viol player, songwriter.

Accomplishments & Achievements

Was the first to get someone pregnant in the westmarches.

Taboos

Being in danger.

Known Languages

Common, Elvish, Undercommon, Astarian.

Personality

Motivation

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To overthrow his mother

Quotes & Catchphrases

Come on, can you actually try and hit this time.

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Wed 27th May 2020 09:47

The Golden Company

by Ambassador Quenvayas Dhalmuin

Aporeu chronicles Issue 16: The Golden Company

The major events and journals in Quenvayas's history, from the beginning to today.

Got a daughter named pheadra

[6/27, 21:32] Rick Dnd: "I swear I will break _ALL_ of your bones lady." *As she makes the threat, a sweaty, and panting lady grunts and falls back into her bed.* "I hope the baby has your tiny head Quen, because I doubt.. Hrngggggg..." *Denise drops back into her bed, and begins panting wildly as the midwifes face is becoming paler and paler. Not because of the pregnancy, but because Denise is crushing her hand.* "Gruuuuuughhh. Quen, darling, could you perhaps just perhaps be a dear... this midwife appears to have fainted under my delicate squeeze. I want the baby to be ... Grrrrnnnngll hurgh..." *Huffing noises follow.* [6/27, 21:38] Daan Boer: *Quen* oh Denise darling, the baby will surely look as lovely as you. *while Quen walks up to her and wraps a towel around his hand before he let's Denise squeeze it* [6/27, 21:42] Rick Dnd: *Denise smiles slightly* "too rough? What do you think it'll be? Boy or girl?. I'm so excited hrnnnnnghhh.... *Denise squeezes down hard, the reason why she was the Family's enforcer becoming apparent* So... what... do... *Huff huff squeeze* we ... call... him...or..her? [6/27, 21:45] Daan Boer: *Quen still feeling the power of Denise's hands, even through the towel* I have the perfect name, whether it's a boy or a girl. You just focus on what's ahead darling. [6/27, 21:46] Daan Boer: *thinking: I really shouldn't cross her* [6/27, 21:49] Rick Dnd: Right. Focus... Hrnnnnghh... why is the midwife still passed out! I'll break her gnnnnnrggghh! .... *Huff huff* I'm so glad we're on Lauzea, maybe...hrnnnngh... you should introduce me... *Huff* to your family some day? *Denise focuses her efforts on her breathing after this* [6/27, 21:50] Daan Boer: *while Quen is holding Denise's hands he snarks to the midwife* what kind of midwife faints during delivery. *Casts healing word and bardic inspiration* [6/27, 21:50] Daan Boer: We're all the family that matters [6/27, 21:51] Daan Boer: *he says to Denise* [6/27, 21:51] Gerdien Dnd Westmarches: *The midwife, dressed in Aphrodite priestess clothing, slowly comes back to her senses, and quickly gets up, looking slightly embarassed* [6/27, 21:53] Gerdien Dnd Westmarches: Now breathe, miss Denise. *She says as she fetches a damp cloth, carefully avoiding Denise's hands* [6/27, 21:54] Rick Dnd: *Denise appears to get inspired, and redoubles her efforts.* "I... squeeze... people...for a living. So hrnnnnghhh dont tell... me .. to... squeeze your hand grnnnn again... *She begins the final stages of labour, a mild sweat covering her face as she is fully concentrating on her delivery.* [6/27, 21:58] Gerdien Dnd Westmarches: Alright, now listen to me closely miss Denise. When I say push, push. When I say stop, stop. Wait for it.. wait for it... *She calmly waits until a contraction comes up, then yells* Now push! Go on, go on just a little bit more... now stop! *The baby's head is crowing, and she quickly administers something cold to dull the searing pain.* Alright, go on, gently... gently... There we go! Now wait for the next contraction miss. *She holds the baby's head* [6/27, 21:59] Gerdien Dnd Westmarches: *crowning [6/27, 22:05] Rick Dnd: *Denise groans and pushes a final time, as a baby girl, with fully white hair (albeit none right now), green eyes, pointy ears and a slightly greyish pale skin begins crying, quickly followed by Denises tears of joy.* "We have a baby girl Quen. Isn't she gorgeous?" [6/27, 22:06] Daan Boer: She is beautiful, just like you [6/27, 22:07] Gerdien Dnd Westmarches: *The midwife smiles, happy the girl looks healthy* [6/27, 22:08] Rick Dnd: *Denise laughs* I bet you say that to all the little girlsand their mommas that come to rowdy bars to enjoy a Lauzean ambassador. But.. it's working. What are we going to call her Quen? [6/27, 22:10] Daan Boer: There is only one name that is good enough for her. She will be called with your permission of course... [6/27, 22:11] Rick Dnd: ... *Denise chuckles* I dont want to call her with your permission, but I think you're just creating suspense. What's the name Quen? [6/27, 22:13] Daan Boer: I have been thinking about this for months and I wanted to name her after someone that I hold dear to my heart even niw [6/27, 22:13] Daan Boer: Now [6/27, 22:14] Daan Boer: She was the wife of my first real friend, even after all the shit that he pulled. [6/27, 22:14] Daan Boer: Without them we wouldn't be here now [6/27, 22:15] Rick Dnd: *Denise looks quizzically* Ok. *She holds the baby gingerly, as she is feeding her* It sounds like a great idea to name her after a friend. ... But, who is it? Have I met him and her? [6/27, 22:18] Daan Boer: You have met Viktor and his wife right [6/27, 22:22] Rick Dnd: *Denise thinks a moment* Oh, The Doctor! Yeah, Falmo still Waxes poetic about him. And wasn't Phaedra Gilbee's apprentice? They died right? *Denise smiles softly* Alright. Phaedra. You be a good and strong lady, like the lady who you're named after. But... don't you dare die on us like her! *Denise smiles* Well... Quen, I think... well, I'm gonna take a nap. Birthing babies is hard work. *She has a roguish smile* how 'bout we make a double next time. Saves me a birth. [6/27, 22:22] Daan Boer: If it was a boy I would've called him Viktor, and if it was a girl I would call her Pheadra yes [6/27, 22:25] Gerdien Dnd Westmarches: *The midwife in the background nods with silent approval, and does her job*

08:46 pm - 27.06.2020