Haaplo (prime)

Haaplo Portrait created by Haaplo's player (Created via ChatGPT 4o) Race Dark Elf Culture Faendryl Profession Sorcerer Disposition Cautious Demeanor Reserved Primary Trait Helpful Secondary Trait Defender Flaw Often too pragmatic Greatest Strength Loyal Greatest Weakness Easily annoyed Soft Spots Ebela Blackwood Likes The open seas, uncovering new hunting grounds, and discovering new and interesting ways to die.

Origins

Born on the outskirts of the Shining City of New Ta’Faendryl, Haaplo Allabanach was the second son of a minor noble house, one whose power was waning under the weight of outdated traditions and internal fracturing. His early years were shaped less by comfort and more by caution — his father's meager standing left him exposed to the ambitions of more ruthless houses, while his mother's cold detachment left him to navigate house politics alone.

By the age of ten, Haaplo had already learned the value of silence over spectacle. He watched and listened, observing how words twisted like blades in the mouths of smiling rivals. Alone, often in the disused corners of the family library, he studied under the tutelage of a disgraced battlemage who owed his father a debt.

When his elder brother was assassinated in a power play under the guise of a duel, Haaplo did not weep. He did not seek vengeance. Instead, he left.

He vanished into the surrounding wilderness, surviving on wit, raw magic, and careful dealings with outcasts, smugglers, and moon-cursers. In exile, he learned that loyalty was not born of blood, but forged in fire — he once dragged a gravely-injured half-elf mercenary across three miles of fungus-choked tunnels, simply because she had not abandoned him when they were ambushed. That mercenary became his first true ally — one of the few he ever trusted.

Years turned to decades. When he returned to civilization, it was not to reclaim his house’s name, but to redefine his own. He keeps his heritage hidden, speaking little of his past, drawing no unnecessary attention to himself. He moves through cities like a shadow, offering his arcane talents to causes he deems worthy — not because law or creed demand it, but because his own code does.

He is no villain, though many have misjudged his silence as menace. Haaplo is simply one who learned early that the world is not kind, that kindness alone is not survival, and that hope is not a strategy. He values loyalty as sacred, abhors wasteful cruelty, and will break rules — even ancient ones — if they stand in the way of his sense of justice or necessity.

He is quiet, but not weak. Loyal, but not blind. And when the time comes, he acts decisively, and without apology.

Appearance

Haaplo portrait created by Haaplo's player on ChatGPT 4o

He is very tall.  He appears to be very young.  He has pupilless white eyes and smooth, koa-toned skin.  He has long, layered onyx black hair.  He has a chiseled, angular face, a slender, delicately flared nose and well-muscled shoulders and arms.

On each arm, you see matching tattoos in a double helix pattern with the arm at the center, a series of runes graces his koa-toned skin. Fine lines of ebon are formed with calligraphed precision, each filled with pristine, silvery inks that reflect the ambient light and take on a lustrous quality.  Faendryl words of control dominate the runic structures on his left arm and Faendryl words of power dominate the runic structures on his right arm, though other languages can be glimpsed as the bands follow the curve of his forearms before ending at the elbows.

He is wearing a large segmented black opal necklace traced with silver runes, a cloakwing moth greatcloak of slate grey spidersilk, a small golden Paupers pin, an alum-bound spidersilk badge, a juniper buckskin bag tooled in a foliated design, a shadowy black vruul skin baldric inlaid with demon-carved shadow amethysts, a gridelin spidersilk backpack beaded with obsidian, some basilisk crest leathers with crimson and jet enruned scales, a studded black cuff, a long braided raw spidersilk belt with tasseled ends, a leather-tied ebon silk gem pouch, a grey spidersilk sack, some dark sharkskin trousers with twin rows of onyx buttons, a tooled leather thigh-sheath, and a pair of jet lizard skin riding boots latched at the ankles.

Open Sea Adventures

Haaplo’s initiation into the fine art of maritime mayhem began when he hitched a ride with the infamous Admiral Peggyanne and her delightfully unhinged crew. It was sort of like a cruise, if your idea of a cruise involves cannon fire, screaming parrots, and murdering pirates.

But the real education in naval chaos came from his time under Admiral Nightpixie aboard her glorious Man O’ War, The Silky Plum Madness—a ship that sounded more like a questionable dessert than a vessel of war. Nightpixie, clearly mistaking Haaplo for a seasoned veteran (or maybe just enjoying a bit of light-hearted cruelty), put him in charge of—well—everything.

Haaplo scrubbed the decks, loaded the cannons, repaired the hull with questionable urgency, and even re-tied sails that had somehow managed to knot themselves into interpretive sculptures. All while Nightpixie calmly sipped coffee, issued orders with rigorous precision, and offered exactly zero sympathy.

Once Haaplo could keep the ship afloat for more than a few hours without yelling, “Is this supposed to be on fire?” Nightpixie declared him seaworthy enough to own a boat. To celebrate, she escorted him to Chip N’ Dwight’s at Kraken’s Fall.  Together, they acquired his very first vessel: a modest sloop named The Grim Stark White Fox.

Of course, as these things go, he outgrew The Fox faster than a kraken outgrows its aquarium. Before long, he upgraded to something with a bit more gravitas (and cannon space): an imposing carrack with a name that struck fear—and mild confusion—into the hearts of foes across the seas: The Battered Lavender Lion.