Obsidian

Obsidian has always been weak to charms and mind tricks, even though she has a strong, determined heart. This was unfortunately a weakness that turned her life upside down after battling an aboleth that had set up a home in the desert. The choice was to face the greater of two evils to solve communication difficulties between the towns and cities spread across the desert during the siege. 

After winning the fight, one victory had been achieved, but not without consequence. Obsidian was now charmed to follow her deepest desires, and the first thing on her mind was... Freedom. And thus, broke a vow and removed her helmet, revealing her true identity and what she is.  This was well received from the party, and while other higher ups were surprised and raised a few eyebrows... She quickly realized that people just don't really care anymore. They've all got bigger things to worry about.  Confidence followed, perhaps a toxic one. She would get cocky, bold, irrational, follow her own rules, and therefore disrespecting (and maybe even insult) House Medani on multiple occasions.  Obsidian would obsessively try to get Jamila Medani's praise and love by all means necessary. So much so she would cross boundaries and general protocol to get her attention. Things got ugly when Obsidian revealed Medani's hidden troops, exposing the house of their secrets.  After winning the war, Jamila was nowhere to be found. Obsidian got more and more unhinged until Aszral Medani released her from duty himself.  Her home, her job, the comfort, and her usual day-to-day life was no more.  Obsidian would be extremely temperamental, moody and harsh until eventually getting cured in the feywilds. She doesn't remember how it happened, just that her head was much quieter and clearer when returning.  Ashamed, Obsidian dared not set foot out of their airship after it all. But she swears she saw a familiar face in the crowd before they set sail.

During the party's quest venturing through the The Glowfall bog, Obsidian struck a deal with the human God, Zarus. She was tasked to find the most beautiful painting she's ever seen, and destroy it at one of his altars of worship. 

In doing so, she would be rewarded with any information she desired. 
Having forgotten her early childhood, when destroying the painting Obsidian asked Zarus to reveal her past. 

She would quickly find out why it was forgotten.

Vivid, intense memories of war and panic would flood back, as if she was right there once more to relive them. 
A battle had broken out in Mos-Dunar, people were slain in the streets while trying to flee to the boats to escape on the river and escape to Ankh-Morport.

Obsidian only got a brief look at her father; a tall, strong Goliath tanned from living in the desert sun, his tattoos fading. He fought valiantly while escorting his family to a boat, and held off any attackers on the riverbank to protect them. The last thing Obsidian saw, was him getting surrounded and overwhelmed, presumably slain as their boat slowly follows the stream towards the capital. 

Her mother; a beautiful Fire Genasi, sleek and elegant, flaming hair that flows around her shoulders beautifully, and a smile to die for.
And her uncle; who is also a Fire Genasi, tall and proper. A flaming pin-point moustache and a goatee decorates his face nicely.
Huddling close to them both, they slowly make their way to Ankh-Morport, preparing with bated breaths of what awaits them. 

Reaching the docks, they don't make it far before they have to flee to the alleys. A soft whimpering whisper can be heard from her mother, and Obsidian sees her grasping her abdomen, blood seeping through the fabric, through her hands. 
Obsidian and her uncle flees into the crowded streets, but eventually loses her uncle in the crowd, never to be seen again. 
A small child, lost in blood and screams and fear. Doomed to survive on her own.

Through all this chaos, and all the panic, Obsidian would realize she was just a refugee. She wasn't from Ankh-Morport at all. And her family was doing well in terms of money and respect. Nobles, perhaps? 
If things were different, she would've never had to fought so hard to stay alive, stay fed, be respected.

Seeing all of this at once definitely shook Obsidian to her core, but at least now she knows. 
Perhaps she can find her uncle again. Perhaps there are some distant relatives left. Perhaps, although unlikely, her father still exists somewhere out there. Or perhaps she can find inner peace with her... Found family.

Recently, Obsidian has been acting... Strange. 
This doesn't seem to be too unusual, considering how easily her willpower sways (god please help her poor feeble mind). But this time she seems more cruel, selfish and cold-hearted. Caring not for the party as much as she used to. Her motives changing to egocentric goals. Her close and trusting friendship with Leo Feyborn Silverscale has gone stagnant and uneasy, and she frequently outright disrespects the other members of the party.

The party has been weirded out by this change, but considering all the things they've gone through during such a short amount of time, none have thought twice about it. Enabling Obsidian to act out, even considering abandoning them during the Wildhunt when things went sour.

Getting the opportunity to do some digging during their imprisonment in the Feywilds, Azrael Owens finds out that her alignment has changed to lawful evil, and that this change presumably happened after drinking one of Leo Feyborn Silverscale's weird healing potions. And, not wearing her Ring of Mind Shielding to hide her alignment, Lamien also realized this change. 

Both of them turning more wary of her, but she doesn't bat an eye. All she cares about now is taking down the Black Bonfire, and the party will help her, as if they are an asset to her.

Can she be cured? Or will their wilting friendships put an end to her spot in the party? Her found family and only home?

For weeks has her alignment change wreaked havoc to the relationships among her team-members. During the Wildhunt event, she almost abandoned them to save her own skin, only her own stubbornness of triumph kept her there. Leo was tossed around like a servant. Insults were thrown at every corner. 

Her own teammates were like replaceable assets to her.

Now cured once more, the guilt she feels about treating her team-members this way, is slowly eating her up. 
Obsidian doesn't feel like her mind belongs to her anymore. That it might never had. 

If a simple spell or curse can change her very person so easily, was she ever truly herself? 

Her nights have been spent staying up late scribbling in her journal, trying to make sense of all the thoughts and doubts swirling around in her head. 
And reading her past ones sends a chill down her spine...

Despite all of her recent guilt and shame, she has found a new soul to cling onto. Lyrene, a charming half-elf and a member of the Ruby Vanguard.
They've taken a liking to each other, quickly growing trust and comfort in each other's company. And while they have a long way to go, in the meantime it gives Obsidian a moment to lower her guard for once. At least as much as she can allow for herself. 

But tension and uncertainty grows in her once again as Jamila Medani is spotted in Winterport alongside Zee Baltor right as Obsidian and Lyrene leaves for Lonepeak. 
Freezing up and not daring to take contact, Obsidian turns her back on Jamila. 

What will she say to her old Lady if they were to meet again? Would she even dare to?