Cinder Kazrai Stem

Cinder has been around a very long time. She has lost the knowledge of her exact age being somewhere in the 000hundreads. Born long ago, An abomination of an offspring between a Arch-Devil of the The Nine Hells and some Fathomless Patron the exact identities of her parents not known to her and she has little desire to learn the information.

As a baby, Cinder ended up in the Feywild where she was raised by citizens of the Court of Arcadia in secret. Her adoptive parents always said the great Sidereal Vizier knew of this Assimar Tiefling crossbreed, That if he was truly against harboring such a tarnished being he would have come down to deliver swift punishment the moment the baby entered his lands. It was justification to ease their paranoia.
But curiosity plagues a child's mind. Only intensified when denied the entire world beyond a wooden door. When she came of age, A small act of defiance sealed her fate, but before punishment could be handed down she was pulled through a tear in reality.

A tall woman with a heavy hourglass figure. Pale complexion, blood red eyes and ebony dark hair that falls to bellow her knees in length. A single large demonic horn sprouts from the left side of her head. a much shallower horn on the right but concealed by hair.
Large pointed ears much longer than a typical elf. Her body is covered in various magic markings applied herself delivering arcane power to her in various forms, Boons for a variety of situations.
Though she never was allowed to leave the house growing up in the Feywilds taught its own lessons. Cinder never uses her true name as introduction especially with strangers, normally referring to herself as Grendal or Wicked. Cinder knows that many Fey can hold absolute power over you when a true name is known.
She stands tall with correct posture and a certain razor like elegance.
An expert of the womanly charms she possesses. Cinder learned long ago that the best way to open doors was to open your…heart…so to speak.
Commonly dressed in dignified clothes that a noble would wear. Her adoptive mother being a hobbyist tailor, She picked up quite a few talents being locked away inside able to sew and design a variety of outfits to wear, Suitable for all occasions. Always close to her side is a decorated Estoc she calls Repilcache as well as a bag full of bottles and vials of potions for friends and poisons for foes. However such primal solutions to problems is always her plan B, She prefers sweet words and flaunting body to pacify any would be foe.

Cinder is deadly precise in negotiation, Debate and battle, knowing exactly what she wants, never settling for less. A lustful aura follows her, willing and wanting to take different approaches to problems she encounters.
Overall most would describe her as sexy but odd, Obsessing over unique details but letting other more obvious problems slide.
She finds it very hard to camp outdoors, Having her own custom cart that is fully furbished and follows her where ever she goes, Pulled by monstrous mares that need no rest or food.
Often longing for a life of spoils. A mansion, Servants for every situation, Magnificent bedrooms, Stunning vistas and all the men and women chasing for her love and desire. Even after obtaining it she still desires more.

Her personal end goals remain vague. To help Valour reach his Godhood through their children. To uncover the lost secrets of the Old Gods. To further the reach of Blacklist , To embrace a humble lifestyle as a teacher. She balances many plates.

Despite her busy schedule Cinder finds time to herself. With the massive amount of resources that come from being wife to an Arch-Fey there are plenty of servants to help with looking after her children giving her time to indulge a little.
Being a teacher Cinder can make small talk with almost anyone, coming off as pomace and entitled. She often spreads the topics of Gods, secrets, magic items, or teaching, these being her favorite topics to discuss.
Her social life has expanded greatly since teaching in Covania. At the Sea-Spire Cinder would do nothing but smoke in her office scrolling through ancient text between the small amount of classes. But now; With Valour out sailing the multiverse most of the year, the desire for Cinder to make “friends” outside the Feywild has grown dramatically. Tending to her children, Feeding, clothing, bathing and teaching them has opened her mind and heart to a bigger picture of humanoid interaction.
Another way Cinder stimulates her time is with her collection of magic trinkets, items she takes a fascination with, the quirks of their magical properties and the history of how they came to be. She is always on the search for magic items. Her favorite type being magic books or tomes which she often reads to her children under the guise of a story. But she has a soft spot for a particular magic basket of Breadsticks.

Hunters of Vein
After Cinder was thrown from the Feywild she ended up in the mortal plane. Making her way through the land and fulfilling her life. working simple jobs learning about the world and herself. She learned a taboo power from the Blood Hunters of Mor-Thir Starting her down a path of desire.

The Hunters were weary of Cinder. Far from mortal and tittering on the edge of abomination. The most experienced hunters foretelling she would become a being of high power. One who's dedication could not be seen, Perhaps a foe who should be slayed now before she awakens into something more.
But after proving her moral she was accepted into the pack.

Her time with the Blood Hunters was shorter that expected. Leaving her training unfinished saying she wished to further her skills at her own pace, Her own choice. Feeling further time was better spent on other paths of knowledge.
Stumbling upon some rare texts, Owned by a rich governor who was too focused on Cinder's looks to notice his primitive male lust was being exploited. Cinder made off with various books speaking of an old type of magic involving weaving arcane into ink upon the flesh. Magic Markings.

Magic Markings
The art of Magic Marks is a rare one in the world. only a few have mastered the arcane and ink enough to translate its power onto flesh.
The talent was born of some ancient stolen books but was honed and mastered through hard work and experimentation. She has a small shop in Reton where she sold her services before becoming hitched to Valour.

It was through this study that she made first contact with her birth father.

Patron's Gift
When Cinder was younger she desired a posh life style filled with surplus and gracious living. Have servants for her ever desire, Having more food and wealth than she could ever use practically. However as she began to gain her own power, Carving out her own reputation and status her desires shifted ever so slightly. A life of surplus yes but to be in control of others as well. to be able to shift and alter the culture of the people around her.
As she was studying the 'Magic Marks' one particular book lead her to contact with a Eldrich Patron, AS if it were fate it was her birth father.

Though Cinder found it hard to believe the Patron insisted it was indeed her birth father. It was its seed she grew from and how pleased it was that Cinder had finally contacted.
Cinder didn't say much during the first meeting more so confused. The Patron gifted her with new power and knowledge as well as an ancient building known as the Sea Spire.

Black List
An opportunity has presented itself. While doing some work as a Lady of the night Cinder was approached with a job offer. Some people saying they were from BLANK of Dragon Hold offered Cinder a well paying position at their Brothel. She tried to explain that it was just a side gig she did when her Potions were slow but the offer was high. Much higher than any job she has had before. Agreeing partly for money and partly for the intrigue. With promise she may continue her Potions business how could she refuse

Part of her post she managed a position in the Covanian army as captain in the Southern armies where she met an interesting elf by the name of Sarren

Blinding Spear
Before the Ashlem War Cinder met the leader of Blinding Spear

A Line Crossed
The last official mission Blinding Spear was tasked with. The war being Declared over merly a few days before. Cinder; or Rozie as she was known, Was killed by citizens of Covania. At least that's what everyone believed. Yet Cinder managed to claw her way back from death. Returning to the mortal world a few hours later. Able to escape, And so 'Rozie' was declared dead and Cinder returned to her home putting and end to that chapter of her life.

Devil's Brews
Recovering from the events at the end of the war, Cinder kept herself hidden away mostly. the journey home to the Sea Spire was a slow one but manageable.
It was during her recovery when she encountered the ridiculous prices of potions currently available on the market. Having little choice than to pay the prices drove her design to make something alternative, Cheaper and perhaps tastier, She already had quite a bit of knowledge on brewing concoctions, Using these potions and her skill with a blade to great effect in combat, Preferring honorable one on one duels but able to hold up against a group with all her different brews at the ready. but to turn that into a commercial business was going to take some work.

Brewing potions is her most productive pass time. Buying out local shops of any new or unique ingredients and mixing them together to see what kind of concoction it will make. Most don't have any interesting effects however she has discovered quite a few worthwhile brews from her experiments.
All her notes, Research, Hypothesis and recipes to do with her potions and mutagen brewing is kept in a large book, Hardly ever leaving her possession.

Most of her recover was spent trying to find a suitable alternative to healing potions. Constant experimentation eventually lead to a breakthrough with a dairy based potion. Still in its early stages she worked on something else. Most Potions are kept in bulky fragile glass bottles so she aimed to simplify the container and invent a quick way to unseal the bottle for adventures in a sticky situation.
Once she was able to move around normally she began working on a custom cart. She wanted to have a mobile store so she could spread this new alternative to the many towns of Reton.

Arch-Fey Deal
When the Kraken Pateron's Daughter crossed the Arch-Fey Pateron he was furious, But a bargain was struck, the one who crossed the Arch-Fey would mother his Sons & Daughters until such time as the Arch-Fey would achieve godhood.

Sea Spire Closure
As Cinder's family rapidly expands it puts a new twist on her lifestyle. Eventually deciding that the undertone eldrich atmosphere of her 'Sea Spire' was no longer suitable for her as a mother. Unable to use it to its full capacity and with little time to keep it maintained she made the hard decision to close down the Sea Spire and its academic resources.
However her teaching would not end there. Soon after returning from a trip to the Underdark She applied to be a teacher at Remon's Academy.

Remond's Academy
Cinder was awarded a teaching position at the esteemed Remon's Academy.

Cinder has spent many many years learning the lore of the multiverse in an effort to understand all there is to understand and more importantly make sense of things that do not. Professor Cinder Kazrai Stem has scoured the lands in search of manuscripts, studied every scroll she got her tentacles on, and sapped the knowledge from the greatest experts on the subjects of Godhood, Dreams, Magical items and other topics that interested her. All of Cinder's efforts, all of the years she has spent toiling away in her spire studying every word on every page, every experiment conducted, every reaction, every hypothesis tested has made Cinder a master in her fields of study relating to the eldritch old gods and other topics of interest.
Before her family, Cinder was defined by her research among other things, work and extensive studies. Devoted to her life of study and pursuits of further knowledge. She once valued knowledge above everything else and showed little restraint in obtaining it by any means she deems fit. But family and motherhood have ever so slightly softened her demeanor and now knowledge is pursued ever so slightly less obsessive.

Knowledge, A hard Addiction to Shake
Information is probably one of the finest sources of power available to mortals, And I crave power as much as equally as I do rich men and richer chocolate. When there are questions to be asked I ask them, Expecting answers in return. some tell me ignorance is bliss, Baha!
Books are a tame source of information but people tend to remember farm more interesting secrets, secrets that wouldn't be safe written down. The spoken word is only half the message, tone and body language play fifty percent of the conversation. If someone has taken the time to memorize something it must be worth knowing.
Secrets are not normally written in books for others to see, they are kept secret in the minds of people.
Knowledge is power, this much is truth for the more you know of your enemy the more likely you are to survive, Its only logical that the more you know the more evolved you are. The highest power is held by those beings most knowledgeable. It is the source of power and evolution.
The pursuit of Knowledge is limitless, Only the gods know the peace I crave but even the gods search for more power, more knowledge. the infinite possibility in all existence is truly a wonder for us all the marvel in.

Proper Speech
Vocabulary is very important in my line of work, you can quickly tell the intelligence of a creature by their wide variety and use of various elaborate and extraordinary phrases, Its almost like a code such as Thief's can't or Drudic but…well far more sophisticated and highly proper. It may seem like I am talking this down but I know the great power of proper language and conversation structure. Some lesser educated creatures may see my speech as 'snobby' or high strung, then wonder why doors that would be sealed for them open for me with great ease.

The Only Daughter
Until I accidently made contact with them my parents were never really on my mind. I had little desire to know who or what they were and even less to know why I was left alone. Though despite there distant affection it seems to be affection none the less. My father blessed me with knowledge of the eldrich arts and my Sea Spire, While mother says I am set to be blessed with power to mold nations. She also says I should better act to my heritage but I seem to have a weakness for money and the men that own said money. Most of my fortune is from gullible men. some would call me slutty or a gold digger but such lowly comments are so far beneath me its hardly worth the time.
flash a coin purse or a precious gem or jewelry my way and unfortunately I will do what ever you want me to do…

My School
My precious school, it is truly everything I desire and represents all my work, Knowledge is fine but the opportunity to pass the knowledge onto the worthy few….I must say the idea seemed foolish when first presented to me however I have….grown fond of it. I can be myself with my students, no need to hide. Most students desire to learn out ways their fear of the strange and unknown, they remind me of myself. Work to keep my university staffed and running is a satisfaction i have not had the pleasure of knowing before.
Sea spire university has pushed me to peruse new forms of stimulation. I always found that most information I read is spread across many different scriptures and its often slightly incorrect or contradicts itself. I have devoted some of my time to creating my own line of tomes, books and scriptures to sell or gift to those I find worthy. If I ever were to meet my untimely end then these books and my spire will set my legacy in stone.

Build bridges, Don't Burn Them
Making friends is infinitely better than making enemies in any and every situation. Yes, I am a hypocrite, There is nothing further to discus on this topic.

Little regret for the way of the World
I don't ever feel bad for the people I use, The world is harsh and as a wolf must hunt to survive I must hunt to satisfy. People like to think we are above common animals yet we still follow the exacts same rules. I like to take advantage on men and women who are eager to have affairs against their current partners, its gratifying but I certainly don't see myself as some sort of vigilantly. simply a monster prying an easy target.

Precious possession
My sword?…well it was a gift…from my mother. She said it was part of her collection from those that make it to her circle of Hell. pillaged from the souls of the dammed. I don't know much of its history but it seems to be old, very old. a member of the 'Blood Hunters' I was training with that the blade was of Hunter design. Its history remains a mystery to me but I hope to make new history with it.