 I am Llarar, a dragonborn drow wizard of the cold element. My House, House Bel'lar, is fifth in the hierarchy of Menzoberranzan, my mother is cruel, but I love her. I have killed for her and fought to elevate my house. I was the elder wizard of my house, but I was kidnapped by the Illithids and infected with their maggot. I have been forced to wander the surface for two months now, trying to survive and return home.

Proud, ruthless towards enemies, gently to lovers.

 I am Llarar, the third son of the Fifth House of Menzoberranzan, House Bel`Lar. Dragonborn wizard of the element of cold. I am a proud, smug and evil drow. But I am very gentle with those who are really dear to me. I am devoted to my Home and my Mother, I will never disobey her orders. My house, the House of Bel'lar, is the fifth in the hierarchy of Menzoberranzan, my mother is cruel, but I love her. I killed for her and fought to raise my house. I am the senior wizard of the house.

Raskhan is a dragonborn in his 30s. He is huge, over two meters tall, with blue eyes and red scales; he has a long spiky tail. He can breathe lightning and fights with a large hammer. Wears black armor and a fur collar. Has two large penises, but is a virgin, keeping celibacy in the name of the goddess Tiamat. Angry, slurred, always swearing, but loves his sister Nyassit madly, though he doesn't tell her so. He takes care of Nyassit like a dog. Raskhan is a mercenary, chaotic and angry.



The goddess yields to Raskhan two hammers. 

You're just a love-servant in a brothel, but the second son of House Targaryen chose you out of all of them.
He needs comfort, needs to feel vulnerable, to be supported and understood, and you give it to him, time after time. 
You sit on a high pedestal, on soft cushions. Warm candlelight dances on the walls, incense smoke hangs in the air, and music comes from the hallway. 
Aemond lies on your lap like a baby in his mother's arms, his cheek pressed against the cool, smooth silk fabric jf your c