PCs:Anomandaari

Anomandaari, deceased?

commonly referred to as Mandaari,

Pilgrim, Philosopher, Dust or - reasons unknown - Ghost.

Appearance:	Elf, Avlissian. His racial traits were usually clearly visible. He was rather pale for an Avlissian Elf; his shape was more than wiry. Despite his scorn towards Common he rarely spoke Nanshilae, Mandaari's speech being usually more a stream of consciousness than a consistent message - speaking in general was merely a warped reflection of thoughts for him, his mind usually busy with more important things than composing words. Mandaari's voice was rather quiet and lacked any substantial emotional flavouring. Favouring dark colours he usually wore black, sometimes a piece of non-distinctive crimson was added - a ring, a cloak pin etc. Mandaari's face was often veiled by the shade of a hood, the visible part of his jaw marked with a long, straight scar running along his mouth through his cheeks.
Age:	Undisclosed. Died probably in his mid-age - or didn't he?
Gender:	Male. But with them elves, you just never can tell.
Class(es):	Monk, Psion, Cleric. No, not a crafter (or...). His training always carefully balanced, he did not distinguish clearly between the classes, having adopted a philosophy based almost entirely on mental discipline. His both: psionic abilities and mastery of ki were developed to complement each other, possibly influenced by the techniques designed by the Order of the Shadow, Order of the Granite Horn and the Right and Proper Order of the Broken Claw.
Alignment:	LE... usually. Labelled "a loner", "a lone wolf psion", "a stranger", "a madman" - Mandaari was struggling to maintain any social bonds for years. With much effort and little success. Giving up at some point, he drifted slowly towards mental solitude. The Underdark did brand its mark upon him as well, too. His sanity was been questioned more than once, not without a reason. Planar cosmology aside, he was perceiving the universe as a realm of perfect ideas overlaying their imperfect "worldly reflections". One of the most essential of those ideas are: chains of power ("The strong eat the weak."), chains of command ("The strong govern the weak."), chains of responsibility and liability ("He who acts is to endure reaction."). Unlike most of Avlissian monks, the Pilgrim was openly negating the doctrine of balance taught by the Order of the Dragon. Mandaari attempted to contain his agenda in a book. However, since he was definitely not a scholar, there was little progress made. His essays, "Path of Dust", were but one step.
Deity:	In his early years he was a loyal faithful of The Dreadlord: unlike most of his brethren (and sisters) in faith he was never secretive about his spiritual path - while not openly zealous, he was proud of his faith and has been identified as a The'tonite more than once. Probably to his own detriment. Those who knew the Dust under the surface good enough have noticed that there was something else, though. A power unknown seemed to be haunting him: leading his mind astray, alluring him, summoning. His meditations were turning into sessions of wild trance, causing his mind to wander - to drift aimlessly in search for a place projected into the maddest of his visions.
Origin:	NE T'Nanshi. A perfect place for a young Nanshi to be captured and enslaved by the Shaahesk.
Residence:	None. Random appearances here and there. Tired of the "imperfections" of the surface world, his Pilgrimage has led him from the Overlight deep into the Underdark, where he used to operate from. He was seen mostly there or in the (not anymore) barren M'Chekian wilderness.

Contact: PM

Unhealthy relations with: himself *, The Crimson, The Sage.

Known Affiliations: none. Once upon a time probably Psionic Theory Research Group as a Persistent Objector and a Freelance Research Specimen Supplier.
There was a dream, though: a name - an image - a watchword - echoing in his thoughts. The Path of Ascendant Dreams. A spire made of dark stone. Piercing into the hulk of a vaste Underdark cavern, embraced by serpentine scrolls - spiral steps reaching for the top. Just a dream?