PC Spotlight - Moki

And another! Here's Moki, the tiefling sorcerer and her items and traits:

The Curtain: This black cloak has a silvered lining and stiffens when something contacts the outside. A legendary cloak of protection, The Curtain gives a +2 to your AC.

Ring of Spell Storing: This gold ring fits around two fingers and has runes around the outside that change when you cast a spell into it. It can store up to 5 levels of spells at a time. While wearing the ring, you can cast any spell stored in the ring. The spell uses the DC, attack bonus, and spellcasting ability of the original caster.

Moki - Tiefling Sorcerer

You can't help but notice me. When I enter a room, I know you are going to immediately lose your train of thought. Your conversation will stop mid-sentence as your brain tries to comprehend the creature looming in front of you. Even the most polite among you will not be able to conceal a facial expression of confusion and disgust. When I was young, I used to think this was your fault. I used to think that you were as cruel and evil as my appearance. Now that I'm older, I understand that your reaction is simply natural. Still, that doesn't mean I can't hate you a little for it...

I will never trust a crowd. A crowd is always filled with someone who would judge me, or perhaps even kill me, simply because of my race. However, unlike most of my race, hiding from society was not an option. Born to incredibly wealthy humans, I was raised in the midst of class, wealth, and most importantly power.

Most noble families would have hidden me from the public eye. Worse than a bastard, a Tiefling is a physical mark of shame upon the family. My existence was public proof of my parents' sin. Most people in my parent's' position would have probably killed their hideous newborn. Not mine. The way they saw it, their sin was not a secret. Their small empire was built entirely on carrying out the sins of others-- for the right price. Therefore, there was no new scandal from dragging around a poorly behaved, angry tiefling child. In fact, I think on some twisted level they thought I enhanced their image. They dealt in dark deals, but I was literally conceived by dark magic.

Growing up Tiefling: Straight to the point. It was traumatic. Just imagine feeling like a normal child but instead being seen as a frightening freak. To make matters worse, was when I would get angry, weird things would happen. My anger seemed to be worse than everyone else's. There was a saying that I had a temper tantrum that could kill. I'm not going to share if it ever did.  

At some point my loving parents lost their patience with me. When I was 15 I was so out of line that my parents finally lost their cool and sent me away to my uncle. After a year of exile from my beloved family, I was finally ready to listen.

Learning to be myself: Everyone stared at my mother because of her beauty. Everyone stared at me for the exact opposite reason. I finally learned that the reason didn't matter, the end result was the same-- either way, we were both the center of attention. I began to use this to my advantage. This I learned from my parents. If you're rich and you act like you should be there, then you get to be there. Let me be clear. I'm rich.  You might think it's arrogant of me to call out my wealth, but when you look like you sold your soul to the devil for money, people don't tend to try to take it from you.  But I should also be clear that unlike my parents, I'm not in this for the sake of money. I don't care about money or acquiring more of it. Wealth is only a justification for my presence in normal society.

In fact, I'm not really sure what I'm doing here at all. I've spent so long learning how to just be a physical part of society that now I'm not really sure what I'm doing there. I'm looking for more, for something to care about. You could call me a bit lost or adrift. Also, I still don't quite understand why I seem to be able to incredibly strange things when I'm angry. It kind of scares me but I'm trying to get better. That's when my father died. He died a gruesome death (which was probably deserved), but as he lay there in agony he begged me to travel to Sword Coast in search of answers. He mentioned something about the cult of dragons. I'm lost and alone so I might as well see if there is more to my family's' story than I know.