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Tebmur'ss Kiliryn was born a commoner in the drow city of Ched Nasad. Realizing
the limits of his station and gender in that community, he joined a merchant clan, the Lael Solen, or Eight Eyes. Resourceful and ruthless, Tebmur'ss quickly rose to become one of the most influential
member of the Lael Solon. On one of his many successful expeditions, he encountered a female devious gloura, an evil fey of
the Underdark. Tebmur'ss's adventurous nature and pleasure at encountering a female without the domineering nature of the
drow lead him to a tryst with the fey creature. They parted afterwards, leaving Tebmur'ss with nothing but his memoires.
Or so he thought.
Tebmur'ss encountered the gloura again on a subsequent expedition. There
he was introduced to his bastard son, whom the gloura foisted upon her former lover before vanishing into the Underdark. Tebmur'ss's
first instinct was to feed the tiny infant to the pack lizards and be on his way. But then his curious and resourceful nature
caused him to reconsider. He was intrigued by the possibilties of his unusual offspring. And so Tebmur'ss raised his on, whom
he named Divyl.
Divyl Kiliryn was brought up outside of the restrictions of the traditional drow matriarchy, although
his father made sure he knew the rules when they were in such places as Ched Nassan or Menzoberranzan. Divyl grew into a true
child of both his parents. He inheirited his father's ruthless drive to rise above the limitations that other placed upon
him and to seek out new frontiers. And from his mother he gained the devious gloura's greed and aptitude for trickery. His
fey and drow abilties complimeted each other quite well and he naturally took to the path of the bard, using his unearthly
voice in aid his allies and confound his victims.
Turmoil in the Northdark has led Tebmur'ss to head south for his mercantile
endevours, mainly to the city of Sshamath. Both the Kiliryns are delighted at this city free of the unrelenting oppressive
yoke of the drow priestesses. Divyl in particular has tired of life on the long trail of the merchant clan and desires a path
to riches and glory using his strengths... guile and charm. All he needs is a likely group to take care of the heavy work...
Possessing limitless ambition and confidence, Divyl is willing to ally with
the most vile entities in existance to gain power, hoping to rely on his own abilities to care of him when
they come to collect. Utilizing both arcane and mundane methods, he manipulates others and exploits their weaknesses.
A sadist in both his professional and personal lives, Divyl makes his coin through the sale of drugs, slaves, and other unsavory
ventures while delighting in any chance to practice the "art" of torture, especially on a noble drowess. And Divyl Kiliryn
does all this in the guise of a sycophantic fop whose smile never fades but only shows sincerity in dark victory.
 Divyl appears as a slender male drow of remarkable beauty. His face is chiseled
and his ears are somewhat longer than a typical drow's, sweeping back along the sides of his head. Divyl's eyes a large and
almond shaped, with wide black irises that have a near metallic glint to themHis hair is a lustrous silver with a pair of
narrow black streaks that some say resemble antennae. Somewhat lighter in tone than the typical obsidian drow, Divyl's
skin is of a dark gray shade. Inherited from his mother is a pair of moth-like wing which are a lighter shade of gray
than his skin. His fey blood is responsible for other unusual features. Divyl lacks eyebrows. Instead he possesses two gracefully
curving rows of tiny ruby red stone-like growths that resemble jewels or beads. Other "rubies" create patterns
on his body resembling tribal tatooes. His attire varies (sometimes several times a day) thanks to his enchanted mask
and armor, but frequently appears stylish, sometimes even foppish. He enjoys wearing white to stand out amongst the more somberly
clad drow.
Divyl's patron deity is Vhaeraun, but this is mainly lip service. He doesn't
share the god of thieves' desire for drow settlement on the surface, Divyl truly loves the Underdark. Divyl has made
an unusual pact for a drow... he serves a devil, not a demon. And this devil is none other than Baalzebul, the Lord of Lies.
The details of this bargain are as yet undetailed, but Divyl seems to think of Baalzebul as more of a liege lord or mentor
than an object of reverance. Divyl has recently learned of the existance of the enigmatic Queen of Air and Darkness, the ruler
of the Unseelie Court of evil fey and is intrigued by this mysterious entity. In the end, Divyl views everyone, even
dark gods and devil lords, as tools for him to use.
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