Rudra Apeksh
| Rudra Apeksh | |
|---|---|
 A portrait of Rudra Apeksh | |
| Basic Information | |
| Race | Tiefling |
| Class | Barbarian |
| Age | 23 |
| Sex | Female |
| Weight | 165lb |
| Height | 5'8" |
| Alignment | Chaotic Good |
| Descended From | Asmodeus |
| Location | |
| Here and There | |
| Organizations | |
| No known associations | |
Description
Long, wild, curly, honey blonde hair with pale ivory horns like a Markhor matching her alabaster skin. Bright golden eyes that hint at green. Small kink near end of tail and her outer two toes on left foot curl under from childhood accidents.
Background
Found in alley between a temple and a brothel by a blacksmith, her tail still furled. Swaddled in the finest linen with a simple but elegant scalloped edge dancing with gold thread.
As the blacksmith picked up the mewing bundle the blanket slipped off her head - revealing a halo of blonde curls almost hiding two pearl like nubs growing out of the top of her head. Byron tucked her into his pocket and gave her his pinky to nuzzle as he went in search of milk for this little surprise.
The infant dozed and she swung back and forth. Wrapped around a warm hand, the hustle and bustle a fitting lullaby. As they approached the goat farm two tiny eyes flew open, their golden orbs looking all around as the baby started to suck on her lip. The man dipped his napkin in the flask of milk, and as soon as the hungry orphan tasted the warm milk she giggled with all her limbs - ticking the blacksmith's wrist with her chubby little tail.
Byron didn't flinch at all, his eyes filled with tears as he reached down to stroke her forehead while his thoughts wandered through memories of his wife. Before taking the baby home, he made a deal with the goat farmer next door. She would send over buckets of milk twice a day, and in exchange the blacksmith would repair things and share his back field with her goat herd which was growing too large for her property.
That first night at home Byron nearly fell out of bed when that tiny baby woke up screaming in hunger and he instantly knew what to name her. The next day he made a makeshift cradle out of a barrel and set up hooks in his house and his smithy so he could keep keep her near him while he worked. She was an easy going baby and loved to watch the flames dance until she fell asleep.
Byron kept her in trousers and a bonnet if they had to go into town, hoping to keep her safe. Scared that if anyone found out she would be taken away as his wife had been. At home Rudra spent most of her time in the back field playing with the goats and digging in the dirt. A simple minded child, when watching her Papa work would try to help with her bare hands. Thankfully due to her nature the only issue was leaving little handprints on horseshoes and the like.
More and more as she grew, Byron would see glimpses of his wife in the girl. Surely a coincidence, Casira could not have survived after the angry mob dragged her away.
One afternoon as the girl lay in the goat field while watching the clouds she was startled by her friend Thomas screaming and a searing pain as a goat trampled over her. Thomas had come over to see if Rudra wanted to go fishing with him and in her relaxed state her tail was exposed. Thomas ran home and Rudra hobbled as quickly as she could to the smithy. Her tail and left foot were injured. Byron bandaged her up and tried to comfort her as he packed her belongings. From the box under his bed he gathered up the blanket she had been found in, and a small locked box that had been tucked in with the infant.
He lifted her onto his horse and climbed up behind her. Heading to the only place she might be safe - his wife had a brother who lived in the mountains - just a two-day ride away. They hadn't spoked since Kor heard about the mob. He blamed Byron for dragging his sister to live so close to a human village. Byron hoped Kor could put aside their differences for this innocent child. When it was safe they stopped to refill their water skins. Byron took a small dagger out of his pouch and gave it to Rudra. He explained that he had been saving this to give her when she was older and pointed out the waves on the quillon, waves made when she picked it up as he was making it back when she could barely walk yet.