Sonliin was born an outcast. Her parents recoiled at the taint of the Abyss in her, and sent her as an infant to live with githzerai monks away from Zerth’adlun. Although she possessed an uncanny talent for their ascetic practices, the monks refused to accept her as one of their own, and when she was deemed old enough, they too cast her out, their act of “compassion” complete. Since then, Sonliin traveled the planes, serving with mercenary companies in need of arcane counsel. Her last company joined in the subdual of Ebullio, but the cruelty of the Zain-kin in their suppression of the locals disgusted her captain. She advised him to desert, but in their attempt to leave, a terrible dragon brought their spelljammer down, and scattered the survivors. Sonliin was captured and imprisoned, and sentenced to death for her company’s desertion, but her judicious use of her psychic ability has kept the Zain-kin from following through with the punishment.
Sonliin’s skin is jet-black, with lines of utter darkness gouged deep into it. She prefers to paint her head and hands white, leaving the lines (or “szuldar”, in Primordial) in sharp relief. A nimbus of billowing blackness emanates from her scalp. She moves very deliberately, almost haltingly, preserving as much as possible the draping of her snow-white robes. When she ventures into the wilderness, she switches to a black ensemble of much more practical clothing, with dyed leathers and wools. Although she wears little in the way of jewelry, she does carry several ornamented scroll cases as personal badges of her intelligence and mystic abilities.
Most people would describe Sonliin as intensely chilly, if they remembered her at all. She rarely speaks with those she does not know, finding regular speech tiresome, and telepathic communication too intimate for her liking. When the question allows she would rather gesture or nod to answer. When left to her own devices, the pen and ink comes out, and she writes poetry and koans on the profound absurdity of being, trying to make some sense of her contradictory existence. She encrypts the rituals she knows as such poems, preferring to secure them in disguise rather than in jealous locks and safes.
Dareth Lorgan, captain of the High Silver, a planar freebooter vessel. His whereabouts since the Silver’s destruction are unknown, but Sonliin believes he escaped the Zain-kin’s grasp. Dareth and Sonliin enjoyed a secret affair during their employment by the Zain-kin, but Sonliin remains confused about Dareth’s true feelings for her.
Thrace, Lorgan’s first mate. Some suspect her of being Sonliin’s rival for Dareth’s affections, though Sonliin strongly believes that Thrace’s ambitions were toward gaining the ship for herself. With the destruction of the Silver, and Thrace’s disappearance from Westfall, it would seem that Sonliin’s beliefs are corect.
Kensho is not a person, but a thought construct that leaves instructions and advice in Sonliin’s head when she returns from a moment of nonexistence. Sonliin cannot ascertain the nature of Kensho, but it seems to have a personality (patronly and beneficent) and an agenda (to guide Sonliin to a greater understanding of the universe). Kensho also appears to have some knowledge of future events.