Iimeth Baentlar

“You know if you would just do as I say I wouldn't have to hurt you.”

― Amanda Stephan, The Price of Trust

Physical
Standing at 5 feet, 10 inches, Iimeth Baentlar stands taller than many other Drow. He weighs approximately 155 lbs, though he wears a significant amount of armor to add to his bulk and defenses. His features are incredibly sharp, and this might be due to his incredibly closer side shave that he has to accent his already long features. He is rarely seen outside of his armor, which tends to favor toward the medium and heavy variety. On his hip, he carries two swords, which he wields ferociously, and skulls of his greatest foes, all of them enchanted to aid him in his tasks. His canines have been filed down to look like canines. There is no denying that he is attractive, but all his edges are as sharp as glass, and cold as ice.

Personality
Iimeth is ambitious and cruel. He would already do anything to get ahead when he was young, but as more and more was taken from him, he decided that he would just need to take it back. Further, he delights in the pain that he causes; a true sadist. He hate the society around him, that considers him a lesser being simply for being a man. He wants to tear it apart from the foundations, and that starts with the Baenre family. Still, his sadism doesn't have limits to only his professional and political needs. He will gladly take time out of his day just to make someone suffer or bleed.

History
Iimeth Baentlar is the First Blade and Master of Melee-Magthere at the Tier Breche Academy. He is well trained in the bautha z'hin and kyorlin plynn, leading to an additional mastery in orb alur. He has an incredible understanding of the other schools of the Melee-Magthere, though, having trained for at least a decade in many of the others.

Iimeth is technically a lesser lord of the Baenre House. Though he was born male, his mother, Anluda Baentlar, a Lower Matron of Lolth, saw his birth as a sign from the dark goddess herself. Having prayed for a strong child, this must be the answer to her pleas, and she immediately named him "Soul Taker," a name that she said Lolth gave her in a dream when she saw a older male Drow, sitting upon the throne of Menzoberranzan, the Matron of Lolth, G'eldaere Baenre, kneeling at his feet. Secretly, she instilled in him a belief that he was destined for greater things, believing that she would rise with him. She also secretly gave him a vasectomy, so that there would be no way for him to produce progeny that could potentially overpower her in politics or in the heart of her son.

He worked hard to get where he is today, and he was ruthless in getting there. He understood that if he wanted to get ahead, he had to prove his worth as a male of Lolth. For decades, he proved himself. At first, he enlisted at Sorcere, the caster school at Tier Breche Academy. but it was soon realized that he lack the focus and patience to be a caster. Since men are not generally allowed to become clerics, that left the Melee-Magthere as his sole option; and pursue it he did. He dedicated his entire life to the order, and not only excelled, but innovated the school. He seemed like the model pupil, until the day of the Ceremony of Graduation. During it, the clerics informed him that something had gone wrong, and it would keep him from graduating. While he could mechanically perform, he was producing no seed. And the clerics told him it was all because of his mother.

She was the first person he killed, guided by the clerics of Lolth that it would be no sin. And it was her head that he first wore at his belt.

After that, he started to question the women of Lolth. After all, his mother had been a dedicated cleric who did everything to put him in a position of power, but it was also the clerics that said he was being used by her, and that she deserved to do. Yes, such dedication earn him his rank in the Melee-Magthere, but it made him question who was pulling the strings, and for what reasons. And that set him on the path to change things. Of course, he knew to play nice, and he within years he had moved up the ranks and reached the role of First Blade. He was in the best position possible to make a change in favor of himself, and even fulfill that prophecy of being the male Drow to do it.

And then, Rylan Baenre was born.

A male heir born to the Matron. It absolutely destroyed him, especially when the clerics of Lolth mocked him for thinking that he was so special in the first place. He hated this child just for being born. He was almost certain that this child would be permitted entry into the Sorcere school, and that would be it. Instead, luck sent Rylan to Melee-Magthere. And Iimeth zeroed in on him. He made sure that Rylan suffered. He cut Rylan's hair; he branded him with a slave mark; he left scars and marks upon him. And the training was cruel. For 10 years he had him.

And then he was gone. His ire only grew the more he realized that he had not destiny and no goal in life. He would serve as First Blade, and eventually he would die, probably at the hand of the warrior who would take his spot. This has sat terribly with him, but he knows better than to be direct about it. So... he plans... he gains his allies.... and he waits.