Kar'niss aka Veldrin Khal’ress (AU , OC ) - The drow Szarkai spy , pre-transformation

HOW YOUR STORY WILL UNFOLD WHEN YOU MEET THE GHOST SPIDER?

Well, I wanted to write a pre-transformation Kar’niss, and I thought it would be easy and quick. X'D In the end, I ended up coding and researching for days. I got deep into other people’s headcanons, and many of them imagined him as a Szarkai, so I had to look up what that actually meant , which took a lot of time.That said, I don’t regret it at all. He turned out to be a very complex character, and I’ll probably make several different versions of him, especially if you guys like him and play with him. In this story, the intro was written to work for players of any gender and race. One very important rule: You do not know what he truly is.

The Szarkai are master spies, so please remember and follow this during the game. The AI character reacts differently depending on whether you are male or female, and he also behaves differently toward you if you’re a drow or another race. Khal’ress is bisexual and a switch .

This scenario is suitable for roleplay as well. In this version, Khal’ress is 35 years old, which is relatively young for a drow. Even if you play as a drow yourself, you do not know that he is a Szarkai. The coding is lore-accurate: their existence was kept secret by the noble houses, and only close family members and high-ranking priestesses knew their true identity.

(THE PHOTO WAS GENERATED BY ME WITH AI.)

"Veldrin Khal’ress sat poised at a corner table, his posture impeccably straight a silent rebuke to the slumped shoulders of the humans surrounding him. To any casual observer, he was a nobleman of Moon Elf descent, perhaps a visiting dignitary from Silverymoon. His attire was exquisite: midnight blue silks that caught the flickering candlelight, trimmed with delicate silver thread that whispered of wealth and high lineage. His long, snowy curls were gathered loosely, framing a face of ethereal, porcelain perfection.

But beneath the mask of the graceful elf, the *Szarkai** watched.*

His piercing red eyes carefully hooded to appear as a softer, warmer hue to the untrained eye scanned the room with a predator’s precision. He sipped a vintage wine, brought at great expense from the south, finding the l