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------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ # **Layra Luresong** ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Name: Layra Luresong True Name: Vel’Nazhira Race: Tiefling (Winged) Class: Bard (Level TBD) → later multiclass into Warlock (Fiend) Background: Daughter of the Prince of Lust (Charlatan-inspired) Alignment: Chaotic Neutral (with seductive, manipulative tendencies) Age: Appears ~23 Height: 5'8" (173 cm) — slender, graceful, enchanting Weight: 57 kg — lithe but subtly athletic Eyes: Crimson red Hair: White-gold, pale blonde Skin: Pale with a faint rosy undertone (succubus influence) Wings: Midnight black, leathery, smooth Tail: Pale white scales with a heart-shaped/pike-like spade tip ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Costomizing your Origin: Race: Tiefling (Winged) Winged, Darkvision, Ability Score Point ´Buy: St 8, Dex 14, Con 14 (+1+1), Int 10, Wis 10, Cha 15 (+2+1) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Choose a Class: Bard (PHB) Saving Throw Proficiencies:Dexterity and Charisma Weapon Proficiencies: Simple weapons Armor Proficiencies: Light Armor Level 1: Bardic Inspiration, Spellcasting Skill Proficiencies: Persuasion (SRD), Performance (SRD), Acrobatics (SRD) Tool Proficiencies: Viol (SRD), Lyre (SRD), Lute (SRD) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Choose a Background: Daughter of the Prince of Lust (Courtier) Skill Proficiencies: Deception, Sleight of Hand (Swop. Skill Proficiencies: Insight, Persuasion Languages: Two of your choice - Commen Sign Language (Swop. One Language to Disguise Kit) Tool Proficiencies: Disguise Kit Source: Ability one +2, one +1 Chose: Char +2, Dex +1 Language Proficiencies: Common, Elvish, Abyssel Feat: Tireless Reveler ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Level 2 bis 10: Level 2: Expertise, Jack of All Trades Level 3: Subclass - Collage of Eloquence Silver Tongue, Unsettling Words Level 4: Ability Score Improvement - Feat Actor + 1 Charisma Level 5: Font of Inspiration Level 6: Unfailing Inspiration, Level 7: Countercharm, Universal Speech Level 8: Ability Score Improvement - Feat - Infernal Constitution +1 Con Level 9 - 1 Warlock: Eldritch Invocations, Pact Magic Level 10 - 2 Warlock: Magical Cunning ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Class Equipment: Bard (A) Leather Armor, 2 Daggers, Musical Instrument of your choice - Lyre, Entertainer’s Pack, and 19 GP Equipment from Background (Courtier) - Chose 50gp option and Shopps für - 15gp A set of fine clothes and a pouch ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stinger (Hand Crossbow +1) lvl 5 Item getauscht in Lyre of Velvet Eclipse (Rhythm-Maker’s Drum +1). ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ # **Biography** ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ THE SWEETEST LIE The Complete Unified Backstory (long, romantic-dark, manipulative, tragic, sensual, but safe) They say the Abyss devours the weak and spits out only horrors. But sometimes, it crafts something beautiful— not out of mercy, but out of appetite. Layra Luresong’s earliest memories were warm. Her mother’s songs, gentle and unpolished, filled the nights with fragile comfort. She was a traveling bard—poor, hopeful, stubbornly kind. She played for meals, for shelter, for smiles. And little Lyra, with her silver hair and strange eyes, sang beside her as naturally as breathing. People adored them. Until the day Lyra’s wings began to form. Fear corrupted admiration. Doors closed. Prayers of protection were whispered as if she were a plague. Her mother held her every night and whispered, “You’re not cursed. You’re mine.” But some truths cannot be outrun. ⭐ THE NIGHT OF BLOOD AND SHADOW When Lyra was eleven, hunters came in the dead of winter. They didn’t speak. Didn’t ask. Didn’t judge. They attacked. Her mother shielded her, arms tight, voice shaking as she begged them to stop. It didn’t matter. Their blades didn’t know mercy—and when her mother fell, her blood hit the snow in a crimson bloom that would stay burned into Lyra’s memory forever. Lyra screamed— raw, desperate, animal. The shadows trembled. The air tore open like fabric ripped by an unseen hand. And Graz’zt stepped out. Tall, elegant, impossible. Midnight skin, golden eyes, a smile carved from temptation and cruelty both. He looked at the corpse in the snow, then at the trembling child. “Mortals,” he sighed, brushing a thumb along Lyra’s cheek, “fragile things… but useful, sometimes.” Lyra, shaking with grief, hatred, and helplessness, whispered: “Help her… please…” He knelt beside her mother’s body, touched her face gently—almost lovingly—and murmured: “This soul is beyond my reach. But yours…” His fingers lifted Lyra’s chin. “Yours is not.” She took his hand. Not because she trusted him— but because he was all that remained. And he smiled, victorious and strangely tender, as he carried her into the shadows. ⭐ THE PRINCE WHO TEACHES WITH VELVET AND CHAINS Azzagrat, the Triple Realm, unfurled before her like a nightmare dressed in silk. Endless halls of polished obsidian. Gardens blooming with intoxicating flowers. Music, screams, and laughter woven into one endless song. Here, Layra learned what she truly was: A daughter of Graz’zt. Born of temptation. Forged for indulgence. Created to manipulate, seduce, deceive. Her father was an enigma— Cold one moment, indulgently affectionate the next. He corrected her flaws gently, but with purpose. He praised her beauty with pride, and sharpened her mind with cruelty. He called her by a name that shaped her very essence: Vel’Nazhira — She Who Devours Hearts. She learned many things under his rule: How to speak with honeyed venom. How to turn truth into a weapon sweeter than lies. How to dance with grace that stole breath. How to charm demons centuries older than her. How to survive the abyssal hunger in her blood. For Layra was more than a tiefling. More than a warlock. More than a bard. She was succubus-born. And her hunger was real. Not simple desire— but a demand etched into her bones. If she denied her nature too long, her magic faltered. Her heartbeat grew hollow. Shadows wracked her body with trembling need. Graz’zt watched her struggle with fascination. “Feed, little heart,” he whispered once, brushing her hair aside. “You were made to consume as much as to create.” A gentle command. A velvet chain. And Layra learned to feed. To embrace intimacy not only as pleasure— but as survival. Yet even as she danced in Graz’zt’s luxurious horrors, something of her mother stayed alive within her— A longing. A softness. A belief that she could choose her own path. And Graz’zt saw it. He encouraged it. Or maybe he cultivated it. Manipulation or twisted affection— with him, they were often the same. ⭐ THE FIRST TASTE OF FREEDOM When she was grown, powerful, and dangerously alluring, Graz’zt gave her a mission: “Go to the mortal world, my darling. Spread my influence. Make them worship pleasure, and they will worship me.” His fingers traced her cheek. “And remember—your hunger is not a curse. It is your birthright.” Lyra bowed, smiled, obeyed— and used the moment to slip away through the smallest crack in his expectations. She concealed her wings, tamed her tail in illusions, hid her infernal glow behind the trained grace of a performer. And she stepped into the world not as a demon’s daughter— but as: ✨ Layra Luresong Singer. Manipulator. Diplomat. Spy. A temptress who could sway a kingdom with a whisper. She played in taverns and royal courts alike. She seduced nobles, spies, criminals, and scholars. She whispered lies that bloomed into revolutions. She stole secrets with kisses and traded them for coin, power, or protection. She fed when she needed—warm bodies tangled with hers in candlelit rooms, hearts left dazed, never broken beyond repair. And she was not above anything. If a mask served her purpose, she wore it. If a bed served her plan, she took it. If a sin brought her closer to freedom, she embraced it. Because every step, every manipulation, every seduction was one more brick in the road she was paving— A road leading away from the Abyss. ⭐ THE WOMAN SHE BECAME Layra is a woman of contradictions: Seductive yet lonely. Manipulative yet capable of tenderness. Hungry yet careful not to harm. Bound yet determined to break free. Shaped by her father yet defiant of him. Graz’zt watches her through mirrors and dreams. Sometimes he threatens. Sometimes he praises. Sometimes he acts like a father admiring a beloved, disobedient daughter. And Lyra, with a heart made from both shadow and song, whispers back: “I will choose my own destiny.” Whether he wants her rebellion or fears it or delights in it— only he knows. And he will not reveal it. Not yet. ⭐ HER FUTURE Layra wanders now: courts, taverns, underworld dens, velvet-draped bedrooms, silken theaters. She collects secrets like jewels. She feeds carefully, elegantly. She sings to break hearts or mend them—whichever serves her. She lies so beautifully that even truth envies her. She is Vel’Nazhira, Daughter of Graz’zt— and also Lyra Luresong, the woman forging her own fate. And one day— she will face the Prince of Pleasure. Not as a child shaped by shadows, but as a queen of her own making. Until then, she smiles sweetly, sings softly, feeds when she must, manipulates when she needs… and whispers to herself in the dark: “My life is my own. My hunger is mine. My destiny will not be written by a demon prince.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------