<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fb/Topless_White_Hair.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mephis<del>Daphoinos</del><br/><strong>Race:</strong><del>Ḩ̸̉å̴̱l̷̤͒f̷̺̎-̶̨̚E̴͖̾l̶̯̓f̷͓̒</del>Dhampir<br/><strong>Age:</strong>20<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Sorcerer<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Adventurer, Divine Mark, Harlot's Mark, Slave of Lord Victor Balebrook, Traitor to Atlantica<br/><hr/>Mephis listened as Ionli spoke, able to tell from the softer, quieter tone her voice shifted to that the aasimar was talking about something a little more personally meaningful, now. It was about her past, about the reason why she'd become an adventurer... and more importantly, it was an attempt to relate, to form a bit of a deeper emotional connection beyond just the immediate pleasures that they had shared together.<br/><br/>The dhampir... wasn't entirely sure how to feel about that. Over the past two years that she'd already spent bouncing around from one master to the next, she'd learned the hard way that life was a lot simpler when she avoided forming too many personal connections with the people that she met while serving as a slave. Her various masters were a bit of an exception; she had to get to know them on a personal level to perform her duties, and of course enticing them to purchase her in the first place had often required establishing something of an emotional bond first. When it was time to say goodbye, it had occasionally been quite difficult to bring herself to part with her current master... but the force that was still driving her even now was strong enough to push her past that sort of pain. She had to keep moving, had to keep searching, and the fewer people around who would miss her when she left, the better.<br/><br/>Of course, fellow adventurers had always been a bit of an exception, at least so long as they were in a party together. Maybe it was that death was always close at hand in the adventuring profession, that partings were an expected part of the business. And she was going to be a part of a full-on adventuring company with Ionli and all the rest for a good little while, from now on. More important than that, the priestess had taken the time to share a little about herself with the slave girl, something very intimate and personal. It would be rude not to share at least a little something in return...<br/><br/>"It's alright, I don't mind," Was Mephis' response, once the aasimar was done speaking. Her own voice was soft and quiet, though she had a reassuring smile of her own on her lips as she looked down at the young woman. "It's not quite the same, but my own past is at least a little bit similar... About four years ago, I wound up awakening to my own powers, or rather, some of the memories from my past life, and this Divine Brand appeared on the back of my hand. My parents took me to the church immediately to have the mark identified, and when it was determined that I now possessed a genuine Divine Brand and was the reincarnation of a legendary hero, I was taken from my home and adopted into a noble house.<br/><br/>"Needless to say, House Daphoinos were... not a particularly nice group of people." That was a bit of an understatement, especially considering the hints she had given the other woman already over the sort of treatment that she had endured. "I was a lot more of a nice girl back then than I am now, too. I just sat there and took it, did my best to endure and have faith, without even trying to do anything on my own to change my situation... and of course it wound up ending in just about the worst way possible for me.<br/><br/>"Honestly, I guess there's really not that many similarities to it... but I can at least say that I know what it's like to deal with especially pushy, greedy noblemen."