Kingdom of Eldar - Bios

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Age
Gender
family
Temperament
History,
Skills
other infomation.

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Val'istar Mal'loki
age 113(looks 27)
Gender: male
Race, Elf (Sun)
looks: Tan, light tanned skin, Silver eyes, med length undercut hair often in a pony tail.
temperament: with closed at first
Mother: unknown
Father: Iriador Mal'loki(bastard)
Siblings:
Half Sister: Varna Mal'Loki( Deceased ) Father side
Half brother: Olin Mal'Loki.( Deceased ) Father side
Half brother: kirya Mal'Loki(Deceased) Father side
Half brother: Aelin-uial(Deceased) fathers side
half sister: Lalai Mal'Loki
Sister: Ly'ara Mal'Loki
Personality.
With most of bio family, forgotten for past or missing... Val finds him self surfing, He holds great value in the bonds he has made, but is quick to dismiss friend ship from others... As the bastard of the late Iriador Mal'loki he fears the kingdom will not accept his rule, as a result he stands strong to support his cousin and fellow council member "D" since both are not "Proper" children to their Fathers.
History,
Having grown up near the out north borders of the lands, Val Quickly learned what it meant to fight for his life... Having his younger sister having been by his side. Not by their bond of blood, having grown up in a orphanage, they did not know of they blood or royal ties..
as Val came closer and closer of age he would take his sword out in to the woods, looking for stray goblins or highway men to test his metal against.. He became the envy of a few other boys in his area.. he gathered together some weapons, light armor and shields.. it took months of hard labor on farms and doing odd jobs, but just before his 55th birthday, they had enough gear, so they started scouting.. his younger Sister, scouting as her small size made her very gifted at sneaking.
After finding a goblins camp, the band of Adolescent Elves quickly attempted to strike them down.. There lack of skill coupled with Val'istar's lack of strategy. and leading in a battle had them Quickly over run.. even though the odds were 13-9 the boys suffer two brutal loses early own causing half to run off the other half failed wildly Val having to watch helplessly as he tried to lead.. after the last of his men fell he found himself with Ly'ara running for there lives, Val holding his sister in his arms to Carry her. Even not knowing there bound was blood he was always close to her since she brought to the village as a baby.
Over whelmed with fear at the 7 goblins closing on there trail, he didn't even notice they passed part of the highway, falling down an incline on the other side of the road as the two found them self in a small under a bridge resting over a small divot in the earth... sending his Sister to run off while he hoped to hold them off he was dumb founded to see a large mass of
muscle killing the Goblins, to their shock the one who saved them was an Orc, standing tall his green skin so dark it was almost black in shame they made their way back to the Village, the Orc followed to make sure they made it safe. they had made it he left back on his way.
Shortly after the lose of the Leaders of the four dragons, Val learned he was the bastard soon to a lord and was rushed to the capital, he quickly started studying to learn about how to be a proper leader to never suffer the same lose as before
Skills
Trained for his entire life in sword combat, he is constantly reading about new styles and weapons...
having grown up away from the castle he also has a large understanding of herbs and natural mixtures for potions.
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Name : Grey Tealeafs

Age : 22

Gender : Female

Race : Half Orc half Elf.

Mother : Yennifer Tealeafs, Elf Civilian.

Father : Earl Tealeafs, Orc soldier. (Deceased.)

Weight : 900 pounds.

Scales up to one fifty in height.

Temperament: Eccentric, Cautious and Athletic.

History :

Never once has Grey done anything normally, she had grown up an Orc, living in an upper middle class Elven household, with an Elf mother named Yennifer. Grey had no idea what her father looked like, but had been told by her mother, that her Father was an Orc by the name of Earl. Earl lived threw the 3rd great war, and was later cut down, in a battle with Dwarfs as his band tried to find a home for them again, all before Grey was born.

However, the stories did not die with him. Hearing about her fathers adventures, and battles every night before going to bed as a child, did Grey smile with a vibrant shine behind her eyes. Such admiration she felt towards this Orc in her mother's tales.

Unconventional and slightly strange behavior came as second nature to Grey, as did her ambitious, and absent minded tendencies. She wanted to be a warrior like her father, to serve and protect. So when she became an adult at the age of eleven, did she train with the help of her mother, who bought her a set of armor, and fixed up Earls old battle axe for Grey, before allowing her to travel into the wilds alone.. It pained Yennifer greatly to let her daughter go at such a young age, but she was no longer a child, and times were peaceful now, and Grey had always been several pounds of walking muscle. She would be alright by herself, or at least these were her mother's thoughts.

Grey had become strong, gaining an athletic build fit for tank, when traveling outside the kingdom walls. It was there, that she hunted things down for years on end, and took on jobs amongst mercenaries in hopes of gaining more experience in a fight. At the age of twenty two, did she decide to come back and undergo a trial for her kingdom, to become a guard. She didn't expect to become one, but did. It made her happy, and she vowed silently to become the very best she could be. It made her mother proud, as well, and Grey liked to think her Father was too, from beyond the grave.


Skills :

Hunting, gathering, and surviving the wilds. All self taught, when wielding her three hundred pound battle axe, that her father Earl named Jasmine, after his favorite tea. Grey's brute strength, and weight are her main tools.
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Ly'ara Mal'loki (Meaning wolf woman)

Age: 74 (appears around 17)

Race: Elf (Sun)

Appearance: Long, dirty, light blonde hair (Often in a mess or in a braid), green eyes and tanned skin. On the shorter side for an Elf and smaller frame.

Temperament: Loud and eccentric (the 'problem child')

Mother: Unknown

Father: Iriador Mal'loki(bastard)

Siblings:
Brother: Val'istar Mal'Loki
Half Sister: Varna Mal'Loki( Deceased ) Father's side
Half Brother: Olin Mal'Loki.( Deceased ) Father's side
Half Brother: Kirya Mal'Loki(Deceased) Father's side
Half Brother: Aelin-uial(Deceased) Father's side
Half Sister: Lalai Mal'Loki

History:
The youngest and smallest of 24 children within the orphanage of a northern border village, Ly'ara grew with constant bullying from the other children. They were stronger and bigger than her, as well as being in groups most of the time, giving her no chance to be able to defend herself. Because of this, Ly'ara had been learning how to hid herself from the hostile eyes of other children. That was until she had begun to be saved by one of the boys who was never a part of the groups. Ly'ara soon became to rely on Val'istar so much that she rarely left him alone, constantly following the boy that she grew to see as her older brother, that was until he had begun leaving the village to test his strength within the lands surrounding. When he began leaving, she was simply too young to be able to go with him, but she would always wait close by the gate, usually high in a tree, until he returned so she wouldn't have to deal with the onslaught of increased bullying on her own. It was a pattern she had noticed, Val'istar left and the bullies would become even more aggressive towards her, but she had found as long as she was out of reach, they would leave her alone. So waiting in trees, or on rooftops, became the norm.

It was because of this habit, which Val'istar obviously noticed, that he soon began teaching her what he knew of archery and knife work, simple weaponry so she could learn how to be a proper scout. Once she had the basics firmly mastered, Val'istar began taking her with him on his little trips, showing her the ropes of how to track, how to silence your footsteps, and other such skills she needed, her small body making it much easier for her to do than it was for him. It wouldn't take long before Ly'ara was teaching herself new tricks as they hunted together. She began to jump from tree branch to tree branch, trying to not touch the ground if she could help it, then learning how to do it with more care so as not to make so much noise, before soon enough she could move through the treetops as quickly, or even quicker, than those who were on the ground could.

This was how they spent their days, until Ly'ara and Val'istar came upon a goblin camp, one Val'istar believed they could take on should he be able to gather enough of the other orphans to go with them. It wasn't long after returning to the orphanage that Val'istar had begun gathering up other youngsters to take the goblins out, with promises of earning themselves a reputation of their own. But everything went horribly wrong. The children that had set forth to the camp had left feeling confident and brave, but they underestimated their prey. One by one, the children fell to the blades and arrows of the goblins, some being able to run from the creatures, though it was unsure what their fate would be. As the chaos unfolded, Ly'ara had frozen in fear, the shock of how a real fight played out turning her body to stone, and it wasn't until she felt herself swept off her feet that she began to shake, curling into the familiar feel of Val'istar's arms as he ran, carrying her away from the danger.

While running, they passed a stretch of highway, but Val'istar did not stop, a river bank suddenly dropping out beneath his feet, sending the two tumbling down the incline to land under a small crossing of the fairly narrow river. Ly'ara felt herself being shaken and she looked up at Val'istar who was trying to tell her to run and get help, but the words weren't reaching her mind, so she did not move. Not until she saw Val'istar look up with wide eyes, her own following the direction as she held on to her brother's clothes, her vision landing upon a huge, dark green creature cutting down the goblins with ease. When the deed had been done, the creature, who Ly'ara now saw was an Orc, turned to them and beckoned for them to come out. The orc escorted them back to the village to make sure they didn't come across any more trouble, the events shaking the two for a long time to come.

And then came the day royal guards and officials came to the orphanage to take Val'istar away to the castle. They spoke of him being an heir to the throne, Ly'ara hiding behind Val'istar as they spoke. While the officials said nothing to her, they didn't forbid the boy from taking Ly'ara with him, and so when Val'istar left for the capital, Ly'ara came with him, though instead of learning how to become a leader, like her brother, she instead took to training with the scouts in the army, wanting to learn how to properly become one of them. She was lucky she had a natural affinity for speed and agility, as well as teaching herself how to leap through trees, for it made the training much easier, even if it was grueling, Ly'ara always returning to Val'istar of an evening tired and covered in grime.

As she aged, and as she began being sent on scouting missions of her own, Ly'ara soon began to see the landscape as more of her home, feeling more comfortable travelling than she did at the palace, trying to return as little as possible, and even then, she only returned for Val'istar, for she knew she was not welcomed within, even if those who agreed with Val'istar's ascension to the throne were outwardly polite to her. As such, she became rough, loud, boisterous, the influence of the other scouts she knew and had contact with. She was one of them, though it took her time to get to that point, and now they were almost as much family to her as Val'istar was. Though she is still young, very noticeable in her actions and manner, she is constantly learning and moving up within the ranks on her own merit. Maybe with maturity she'll get into the officers positions. It would have to be seen.
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Full name: Ayla Reyzala

Gender: Female

Age: 100 (looks 24))

Race: Elf

Rank: Department Head.

Sexuality: Lesbian

Relationship Status: Single

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Height: 5'3"

Weight: 105

Figure/build: Athletic

Hair colour: White

Eye colour: Blue

Skin complexion: Fair

Scars/distinguishing marks: none

Job: Sword Trainer

PERSONALITY

Personality: She is very kind hearted, and gentle, but has a discipline in her swordsmanship that startles most when they first see it. Out of training she is kind of ditzy and lacks common sense. She has a very innocent loutlook on life, and sometimes can seem a little childish. However, when her sword is in her hands she changes completely. Her ditzy, and innocent attitude turns cold, calculating and ruthless. Her childish behavior disappears instantly and she gets this air of wisdom around her. This comes from her many battles, and the philosophy that life should be enjoyed, and carefree, but in battle you need to give your all and show no mercy so you can protect the people you love.

Likes: Her sword, flowers, jewelry, meeeting new people, teaching, sword play, and most other things involving friends or family.

Dislikes: Spicy food, being threatened, being ignored, uncaring students.

SKILLS (OUT OF COMBAT)

Talents/skills: She is an amazing cook, she writes novels, and she is a very good teacher. She has an affinity for appraising (and buying XD) jewelery.

COMBAT

Peaceful or aggressive attitude? She has a very peaceful attitude, only fighting when necessary, and for teaching purposes. She will always look for the peaceful alternative before ever drawing her sword.

Fighting skills/techniques: She is a master of the sword and sheathe fighting technique which ustilizes a strong reinforced sheathe as an offhand blunt weapon/blocking tool.

Special skills: none

Weapon of choice (if any):sword and sheathe

Weaknesses in combat: very low defense, she cannot take alot of damage.

Strengths in combat: speed, stamina, evasiveness, and strong attacks

FAMILY, FRIENDS

Parents names: Arathan (father, deceased) and Faritha (mother, deceased)

Partner/Spouse: none

Children: none

Pets: none

BACKSTORY

Ayla grew up the daughter of Arathan and Faritha Reyzala, leaders of the small and secluded village of_________. She was a very carefree child, and displayed an almost savant level dexterity. She began training in the sword the moment she could lift one, and mastered the training of her village before she was 16. Since then she has developed her own sword style, and become a renowned teacher. When Ayla was 70 years old orcs attacked her village while she was out on a scouting mission to the front lines of the current war between the elves and the orcs. She came home to find her village completely destroyed. She was able to piece what happened from all of the wreckage and knew it had been orcs. As soon as she buried the dead, and said her goodbyes she rushed to the front lines where she pleaded with Val to let her help to get justice for her family. She was pleased when he accepted her plea.
Ayla then began at the bottom and proved herself through many battles, and duels. She set herself apart through her skill, and sheer will power. Eventually the war ended, and she decided to stay in the elven kingdom, even against her families beliefs due to the kindness, and honor the elves had portrayed. She founded a swordsmanship school and eventually became the head swordsmanship instructor for the kingdom. Now she spends her days teaching those who want to learn, and living happily within the walls of her new home.
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Name : Warchief BloodTusk

Age : 237( looks 42)

Gender : Male

Race : Orc

Mother : orc warrior (Deceased.)

Father : orc warrior(Deceased.)

Weight : 20 stone


backstory

after the elves radecaded of his people he dedicated himself to build a tribe big enough to reclaim his lands he is a warchief of 5 orcs (which is a self-made title) he was declared Warchief after killing a badly injured elf.

mentally psychotic


and despises all kinds of elfs
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Name: Solus Volarion
Age: 84 (20ish in appearance)
Race: Moon Elf
Gender: Male
Eye Colour: Emerald
Build: Slight but Tall
Hair Colour: Midnight Black
Preferred Combat Style: Magus ( Mixture of melee and magic influences to deadly efficiency)
Family: House Volarion ( Ex Communicated )
Rank: TBA
Attitude/Traits: Silent/Withdrawn Slow to take action but follows through to the end.

History:
Being born during the end of the 3rd ear just before the 4 Dragons had met their untimely end Solus found himself with a loving family which changed after he came of age to start his tutelage. Being born with the gift of magic is as much a curse as it is a boon for he found himself taken from his family to hone the craft which was as destructive as it was awe inspiring. During the wars Mages of all sorts had turned battles on many occasions but one in particular stood out from the rest () Having survived throughout the 3rd ear and finally ending on a high as the Dragons passed he found himself with no need for his abilitys and was regarded more with fear then respect due to the capabilites he now had with no war to fight and no one to serve he took to the mountains to refine his craft and busy himself with studies and understanding none could appreciate many came in hopes to have (him) train them in the ways of magic but none could withstand the strenuous training.


A little over 2 years passed into the young Mage Solus's training before the accident happend the one thing every mage fears, a loss of control resulting in a massacre. Almost all of the students and teachers at the boarding school where he was taken died during a lesson on fire magic manipulation, the task was to have a fire constructed under normal means move from one area to another unlit fire following a certain path. During his attempt Solus overheard the converstaion of a few other students mentioning visting their familys after their examination. Due to their high ranks being magically gifted was a massive boon. Solus on the other hand had been excommunicated from his lower ranking family and thus would be ignored as if he was not there. The resulting emotions that washed overhim in that moment cause the fire to not only leap but intensify to the extent that it created enough heat to flash burn everything within the vacinity igniting the clothing of everyone in the training grounds wich was around 60% of the current students. The flash burn also ignited the weatherd wood of the buildings in the vacinity, the sudden shift in weight placement on the older buildings caused a large majority to suddenly collapse and fan the flames on their walls and supporting beams creating a vacume sucing in air and fanning said fires lighting the entire campus which resulted in many more deaths. Collapsing due to the sudden exhaustion Solus was left unconcious in the grounds with burns to a vast majority of his body and clothes.

Suddenly a cold rush woke him from his slumber, opening his groggy eyes slightly he saw a figure tall elderly and slender leaning over and scooping him up from the raging inferno from where he was and being taken away before he passed out yet again. Waking some time later to a peircing pain he sat uprapidly before wincing as a dull thud emminated from his head which had contacted with a wodden beam, groaning he raised his hand to rub his head he stopped looking down ad red stained bandages, shifting slightly he winced and looked over the rest of his body which was also bandaged in a similar fashion blood seeping through everywhere. He looked to where the pain had first come from his right hand. He saw a figure finshing the bandage and attempted to ask a question but nothing other then a strangled groan and rasp resulted from this attempt. Shaking its head the figure looked to him and spoke softly in a voice he would come to know as second nature. " You will need time rest think of what happend and strive to fix what is wrong. You are now my student you will not leave for you have no where to go no one will accept you after what has happend. Soon you will be a force to be rekond with and then only then can you try to regain what you have lost." Stepping back the figure motioned to a small table attached to the bunk Solus was currently resting in which had water some bread and a few conserves and a few light books which were obviously meant to give him seomthing to do during his bed rest. Nodding satasfactorily now that Solus was awake and had seen what was there the figure turned and made to leave the room before a soft rasped that was a single word. " Na...me...." Stopping at the door the figure turned and replied with a simple. " Master." And exited. Such was Solus's next 60 years.

During his first years of tutelage he had learnt in full detail the events that happend as his Master thought it relevant first of all was the excat toll the acdcident had taken, over 3,000 elves had died those related to the school as well as those in the village not far away. Embers had carried during the night and lit the village, the only reason the village sufferd losses was due to most heading to the school to assist had left the town with the children and mothers to take care of the town. Later he learnt that only 20 other elves from his school had surived 3 of those were instructors capeable of limited instruction and the rest younger students yet to start any formal education. Of the first things Solus learnt was the ability to use Fire wheels a circular instrument desinged to be used as a last defence and close quarters weapon capeable of disarming opponents and a slender Hwando a long single edged sword that curved towards the tip. After this was magic training which was slow to start due to the trauma he had experienced when younger but due to the nautre and unorthadox methods those soon fell away having no real time to worry but more think about how to accomplish the tasks set before him.

During his last few years of tutelage it became more study of literature and history which resulted in Solus finally learning of his teachers name as well as a newfound respect for what he had been taught. He knew that when the time come he could become the most dangerous being to himself and others if he chose to be but the nature of the lessons were less about morality and more of knowing how to use what he was given thus leaving the decision up to him on how he wanted to use what was taught. On the final day his mentor handed him a slight rusted key and motioned to a small connected building he had never enterd before nor felt the need to enter. Looking the key over his master said a few words before heading inside. " This will give you the last of what is needed, for today is the last day we shall speak soon my essence will be gone." Taking a last look at the key and his Master returning to the interior of the building he headed into the shack and looked around the walls. Placed around maticulously was the garb of a senior siege mage. Black embossed leather a half skirt open at the front glided with pockets and pouches from either hip down to about mid thigh as well as weapons including those he had been taught with and a face mask. Exiting the building he noticed his master nad come to the doorway and nodded and bowed deeply in thanks, raising his head he noted that his Master had the slightest of smiles and motioned to a satchel at the door before heading inside with a few more last words. " Go now and show who what and how you can change what has been done, you will be met with anxst sadness hate and vengence but you must push that aside to get what it is you want from the world." Making a shooing motion the man went back inside and closed the door quiet abruptly.Heading over to the bag Soulus strung the satchel bag over his shoulder made one last bow and headed down the mountain path he knew back towards the capital city of the elven homelands. Inside the bag was a small sum of coin for passage a few rations for the road and a white and black robe along with a fishnet undershirt which was well maintained which he noted was for more formal occasions. Pasing through a few villages he noted those within gave him a wide berth which he found odd but took no note before he finally came to the city he was after.

Skills:
Affinity for magic and all that it entails being a student of the book as well as sword.

Martial combat ability including proficency with a large majority of weapons mastering only:
Fire Wheel: Each wheel is a flat metal ring approximately 38 cm (about 15 inches) in diameter. One quarter-segment has a padded grip with a cross-guard; the other three segments have protruding flame-styled blades. With one wheel in each hand, the practitioner can slash, stab, parry, or disarm an opponent.
Hwando: A single bladed sword around 32 inches in length with a fairly slight curve ending in a narrow tip for peircing armor

Other Infomation:

None as of yet
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Name: Rosalina Darkblood (Rose for short)
Gender: Female (moon elf)
age: 94(looks 23)
Mother:Vivian Darkblood (deceased)
Father:Ethan Darkblood (deceased)
Siblings: younger sister: Esmee Darkblood (deceased)
older brother: Malachi Darkblood (deceased)
Temperament: somewhat quiet and phlegmatic

Skills: Archer, agile and quick. Decent in hand to hand combat, Can run for days at a time without stopping. A hard target to hit due to her size. Body can heal it's self,and she can heal others. (but only if absolutely needed. Things like scratches and small cuts can go without healing for a while) it depends on how big the wound is though. Rose is flexible and with her recent training in gymnastics, Can do tricks to doge hits (back flips back hand springs etc.)

Cons: when i heal myself or others it does make me more vulnerable in battle (healing) After running for days at a time, it does take me a while to recover. (running for days at a time) if i don't have any weapons to defend myself i'm more likely to get hurt (hand to hand combat)

History: Growing up in the North, in the small village of Friar, Rosalina was a energetic and fun child, she always looked up to her older brother Malachi, hoping someday she would be like him. Ever since she shot her first arrow at the age of 5 she knew she wanted to become a warrior like her brother, father. So at the age of ten she started training with Malachi. She learned how to become a great archer, good at dagger throwing, and also trained in hand to hand combat. However, as a child many boys/girls did tease her due to this want, but that didn't stop her, she pursued her dream and fought in battles along side Malachi for many years.
When her brother was called away on a battle far from the village, she was left on her own to train, and soon became one of the best archers in her village. Life may have seemed easy for her, but with her brother away it seemed harder each day. The day her brother was supposed to come back, had been the day she was looking forward to for 4 years, however, this would not happen. Malachi had been killed in the battle, and left only his bow for her. She cherished it from that day forward, always carrying her brother with her.
A broken heart would not stop her from living her life the way she should. She began to train younger elves in her village. in hopes they would become great warriors someday. But that would not happen as one night her village was ambushed, people screaming and panicking, houses set on fire, people dead, her family, killed along with many others. Rose managed to escape with luck. She ran for many days and nights, not stopping. Almost dying of hunger and thirst she did come across another village, weak bruised and nearly dead. Humble elves took her in and washed her up, fed her and gave her water to drink.
When she healed she started hunting for people to get money, for she had to continue on her journey to another place, losing her family had turned her from that fun-loving energetic girl everyone once knew, to a quiet determined girl that no one knew anything about. fighting in more battles is what Rose wanted, she wanted to get vengeance for the death of her family and her beloved brother Malachi. so she traveled to the kingdom of Eldar where hopefully they would accept her as Rosalina Darkblood, the last and only known survivor from the village of Friar.

Combat skills: with her flexibility and gymnastics skills, she can dodge hits easily, she likes to take different approaches to an attack, making it unique. At times she would like to go with the flow of an attack. But being as sneaky as she is, she sometimes likes to do her own thing. She is often competitive, usually wanting to go in for the kill herself, she is genuine at times and will let others go for the attack/kill. Rose is very open to learning new attack styles, and skills, but most of her moves/skills come from her older brother Malachi.

Personality: Due to losing many people in her life, Rose's does not easily trust people, in fact she only trusts few that meet her. If she does learn to trust you, she is one of the most loyal elves you may ever meet, but be careful, betraying her may be the last thing you wanna do. It takes a lot to get her angry, but don't try to, unless you want all hell to break loose. Her want for revenge is strong, since losing her family, she vowed to someday find the person who ordered the attack on her village and kill them. She can be cold and hash, at times, making her seem like an uncaring person. but only few can see that caring side, that she keeps that heavily guarded, like ice frozen around her heart. If you melt the ice consuming the love and care in her heart you'll see the girl she once was before the attack of the village, the one people never see anymore, for there is a story behind all those scars. Mostly you'll find she's quiet, since she is a mystery in itself. strong minded and independent, she does not like to be bossed around. Rose overall is a quiet and a strong willed person, with loyalty as deep as the ocean and flies to the sky.
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Poppy Strider
Age 82 (Looks 21.)
Gender Female
Build: Full figured and of short stature for an Elf
family Strider Clan
Mother: Aspen Everglade. (Deceased.)
Father: Malikae Strider
Temperament Bubbly and mild-mannered
History,
The only child to Malikae and Aspen, Poppy was showered in affection and kindness in her early years. Being born at a time where the casualties of civil war still dawned on their once peaceful existence. Poppy was quick to learn the ways of nature and it’s connections to the beings that inhabited it. As she grew older and more reckless she’s run through the trees by starlight chasing the tails of sprites. Her willingness to accept things others didn’t understand caused most of her village to out cast her. Dubbing her a lost cause with no sense to save her. Aspen did not want her daughter to be shunned for she was, wild and free as the wind. To occupy her mind from the impending darkness around them Aspen taught her daughter how to ribbon dance from back in her gypsy days.

As the years grew swift and short; Poppy bloomed into a fine young woman. Agile, flexible and clever made her a fickle creature among the villagers. Since she wasn’t grouped in with their little circles she figured it more fun to cause a bit of mayhem. Spending many nights in the lush tree tops, letting the stars hum and whisper into her ears. Poppy always loved to hear the wind sing the most. Air propelled her and caught her when she fell; it was a living force that had always been with her. The visions started soon after her fortieth year. They were mostly pleasant glimpses of far off places and people; some were even close to her like the village. One day though it wouldn’t be enough to save Poppy from her impending nightmare.

The fire was swift and unmerciful, the house engulfed in a matter of moments. A warm scent of wood smoke flooded her nostrils and her eyes grew in magnified horror at her realization. Poppy flew through those woods at a remarkable speed, never missing a twist or turn; she’d memorized the forest floor over all these years. The flames danced over the remains of her house, her body silhouetted against the brilliant and destructive force. Poppy couldn’t contain the waves of grief and anger as she sunk to the earth. Heart retching sobs would scrape from her lips. She smelt gunpowder in the air and lunged into her father’s work shed. A blade whip fit perfectly in her hand, the edges sharp enough to slice a man to ribbons; yet agile enough to use at a long distance.

The young elf knew well who had brought about her mother’s untimely demise; she felt it was only fitting to return the kind gesture. The village hall was a bustle with high elves that knew nothing of empathy. Poppy strode in to the hall, the door slamming to announce her hasty entrance. One elf with a prominently up turned nose, glanced down at her with disinterest. “A lone Strider what a pitiful sight. What can we do for you, wayward soul.” His voice held no emotion, not even a shred of guilt. Poppy clenched her teeth, her nails digging so fiercely into her palms; the nails caused small wells of blood to pool. “People like you, judging people like me from your ivory towers. You forget who put you in such pedestals. Without us, you are nothing.” Her voice did not quiver, her gentle nature all but a past memory. Emerald hues stay hidden beneath the burning red curtain of her bangs, but a haunting smile stay plastered on her rosy lips. “Tell me gentlemen. Do you know how to dance?..” The hall was frozen in a terrible silence. “Then allow me to teach you.” She withdrew her whip, letting the scale like blades to scrap the floor.

Poppy could not return home once she painted the hall red. She took on scouting and informant jobs once she entered larger centers. Despite her chosen path of work, she still escapes the peace of the forest. Allowing the wind to push her in the direction she is destined. Here she stood at the foot of the Kingdom of Eldar.


Skills Poppy is skilled in both dancing and gymnastics, which over the years she has applied into her combat. Making her movements both erratic and spontaneous. She always has a habit at finding the odd angles of approaching a fight. Her beloved whip is her go to weapon, being it moves with her; but for good measure she keeps feather like throwing knives on her person Her aim is impeccable and a creditable, she never misses her mark. Poppy’s newest skill is her found ability for magic. Simple spells are enchanting to her and she yearns for more every day. She has learned fast that her emotions hold more bearing than her head does and treads lightly. Not to mention a emotional outburst as left her bed ridden and too close to death’s door for comfort. The element of air brings her the most peace and spiritual cleansing, wherever Poppy goes it is like a breathe of fresh air.
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Name: Belladonna (Prefers Bella) Mordrix.

Age: 90 (Appears 22)

Gender: Female Dark Elf.

Family:
Mother - Valeria Mordrix (Deceased)
Father - Darius Mordrix (Deceased)

Temperament: Quiet, sarcastic and an observer.

History:
Belladonna Mordrix, the daughter of Valeria and Darius, both of whom are deceased is a Dark Elf from the South. Growing up, she was always a loner, and as such if you're lucky, you may see her quietly observe those around her from the shadows. However, once she deems herself safe she may appear.

Bella, as she prefers, has dark, purple skin, blue eyes and dark hair that she always has in a bun. Growing up, her mother attempted for Bella to improve her appearance, however Bella takes up after her father as a Huntress and Herbalist. Hence, she is never combed. She's always wearing hunting clothes along with her working belt, which holds a small dagger and herbal pouch.

Bella is often seen by other Elves as cold, calculating and extremely sarcastic. This is due to her dislike of being touched by others, including her recently deceased parents. It is quite ironic though, because on occasion Bella feels as if she'd like companionship - a friend, or partner to be close with. These feelings are only for short periods of time, as she can get quite irritable around others if they get too clingy. The only thing she opens herself up to since her parents passed, is her familiar - a white tiger, Scribble.

Bella and Scribble have begun to travel together, in search of a home.

Skills: Huntress and Herbalist. She always carries a belt with a small dagger and herbal pouches. When travelling you will find a bow and arrows attached to her back.

If you wish to know more about Bella, observe her actions and get to know her mannerisms.However, be aware that she is always cautious when around others.
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Name: Thalaera Eroth

Age:  107 (appear 23)

Gender: Female

Family:

Mother: Gwynnestri Eroth (DECEASED)

Father: Montagor Eroth (DECEASED)

Siblings: Only Child

Personality: Kind, gentle, strong willed, passionate about her teachings and helping others. Down to earth. A bit shy at first contact. Though she's very vulnerable. Her love and big heart to help and welcome all gives her little guard from real evil.

Skills/Special abilities: Healing the heart and body with prayers and herbal tinctures. Archery

History/bio

After the third war, which resulted in the loss of her father, Gwynnestri felt the need to send her daughter to a safer place, one that would offer her the protction she so desperately needed. Luckily for the mother, Thalaera begged to leave for the high mountains to learn to become a healer with the elders and high elves who resided there. With Gwynnestri's blessing, Thalaera left her home of Old World Living to study what she believed to be her true calling.

Day by day the girl scoured through ancient texts on the history of the different realms, including the Elven lands, and the residents that occupied each location. Along with these, she would learn how to mix herbal tinictures, how to clear her mind and heart with prayers, as well as basic anatomy and ailments/infections that every healer needed to know for day to day needs.

It was through her gathering of herbs for the tinictures, a necessary skill that was taught to all apprentices, that Thalaera came to feel a connection with the forest, with the earth beneath her feet, and with this connection came a kind of peace and knowledge all its own. Though it was natural for her, being a wood elf, having a set purpose to go along with her need to learn, grow and protect the scenery around her was a new experience all its own, however, it also gave her new insight into how other apprentices who didn't grow like she did felt when they completed the same task.

But with every strength, hers being the gathering and mixing of herbs, came a weakness, in Thaleara's case being prayer. Though she certainly had the passion and the will to help those in need, the loss of her father weighed much too heavily on her mind to easily be healed. This was also a new experience, learing to accept what has occured and move on, while also not forgetting those who had importance, giving rise to a new form of clarity that she would not have been able to experience otherwise.

After years passed, and her studies came to an end, she left the high mountains with a newfound peace, finally healed and head full of knowledge. She returned to Old World Living with the intention of sharing what she learned with others, hoping to entice more healers to come forth, helping those she could with the skills she now possessed. But doing so would not be as easy as she wished it to be.

As the name would suggest, Old World Living was a community that was strict in its ways, but she hoped that her intention of peace and protection would sway at least some to understand what she wanted to accomplish. With her own will and the legacy of her father beside her, a legacy she knew not how influential it really was, she set about her plans. Many were oppossed to her ways, which she already expectd, but to her delight, there were others who wanted to be able to contribute more than simply farm crops and watch the nature around them, and as more years flew by, these people became more and more necessary as the world continued to change and the common enemies were drawing ever closer.

Thalaera eventually opened a school, the students who had been with her the longest helping to teach those who were only just beginning, and though she planned to continue, it would not be so, as royal officials, along with thir guards, appeared out of nowhere to take her to the capital. Initially confused, she was then told how her father was one of the Four Dragons, the leaders of elven society, and she his only heir. As such, it was her duty to take his place as the next generation of Dragons. Though she was hesitant at first, after speaking with her mother and her students, she decided to leave with the officials, for she could do more good for her people, as well as others, from a position of power.
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Name: Bael Tlithar
Age 109
RaceOrc
Gender: Male
Family: Considered Alkar to be family, and considers the rest of the council to be like siblings.
Appearance: Facial and head tattoos, septim and nose piercings. Ear piercings. Greyish green skin. Black hair.
Temperament: Can be kind but pessimistic.
Skills: sword play. Unarmed combat. Battle tactics. Survivalism and hunting.

History:
At the age of 9 my people were slaughtered. My father and mother hid me in their room and I heard my fathers gurgled scream as he valiantly tried to defend our bedchamber. I was hiding inside a closet at the time and it was yarded open and I saw before my eyes a drow elf. He looked saddened to see me but then smiled. “This is going to be a long day child”
General Alkar then brought me to the kingdom. He raised me as a warrior and taught me the way of the sword. I didn’t hate our kingdom for destroying my people, the weak shall suffer while the strong prosper. This is the way of life and my people brought it upon themselves by trying to conquer to much. I don’t consider anybody having worth until they have proved themselves to me. However, I do care deeply about the kingdom I call home. After many battles as a commander I have earned a place on a throne at council.
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Name: Kalina Silda
Gender: Female
Age:83 (Looks 20)
Race: Moon Elf
Rank: 2nd dragon, Head of the Silda household.
Looks: Silver/White, Light Silver/White eyes, Fairly long often up in a bun.

Temperament: Kalina is quite the obeserver, rather than being loud and out there like many of her people, she keeps to herself, though many say she's timid and shy because of this. When Kalina decides to acquaintance you she can be kind-hearted, outgoing and carefree.

Skills:Having been raised by her people in the kingdom, Kalina had many classes she was taught how to shoot an arrow - though wasn't very good at it, to wield a sword, but her favorite class was Magic: Healing. Though being able to take life force from someone else to heal the wounded was frowned upon by the previous council which caused her teachings to be stopped. Though the books and grimores still existed with many spells, all hidden. Kalina was then put into the Herbal classes, to learn how to cure colds and illnesses.
Family;
Mother: Kuruni Silda
Status- Deceased
Father: Nowle Silda
Status- Deceased
Sibling(s):
Older sister: Viirin Silda
Status-Deceased
Younger sister: Valya Silda
Status- Alive

History:
Growing up within the walls of Eldar, Kalina, was raised as any royal would be, with the intent of continuing on the line of House Silda. As she was not the oldest, and therefore not set to inherit the title of Head of House and claiming the throne, Kalina's tutelage instead consisted of the day to day running of her House's people, including those who needed payment,
addressing concerns and any general work that would be deemed too menial for the heir, Viirin, to bother with. Life for Kalina was relatively uneventful in relation to her position within society. She attended each of her studies, attended royal/high class parties, was paraded around for suitors picked by elders, everything that came with being a child of House Silda. That was until her parents passed away, and the eldest, Viirin, took on her responsibilities proper. This, of course, shook Kalina, as well as the rest of the household, daily duties becoming much more urgent to handle as she was thrown into the full responsibility of such things without a moment to catch herself.

But it would not end there, oh no, that would have been far too simple. As was custom, Viirin had been visiting a 'summer home' for one of the other Houses, subtle pleasantries that were necessary to keep solidarity. But it was on her return home that Viirin ran into trouble, and the event would claim her life. Bandits attacked the carriage she was riding in, and though the origins of the attackers, as well as their motives, were unknown, the only details to emerge were that the guards assigned were no match and Viirin lost her life. As soon as the news came to the household, Kalina was immediately taken from her current duties to have a crash course in being head of House Silda.

While it was not easy, nor was she the 'perfect' leader that was intended for Viirin, Kalina did what she could to take up the mantle she was given, and now resides on the Council of the Four Dragons, Head of House Silda, trying her best to make her household proud to have her as their leader, as well as doing what she possibly can for the people she helps rule.
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Name : Primrose Trevisani (NoirFatumTrevisani)
Gender : Female
Race : Elven
Skills : Loves to make herbal medicines and tonics when she has the time.
Interest: Loves to cook and read lots of books, knowledge is her bestfriend.

Family:

Father : Lord Timothy Trevisani (passed away due to war)
Mother: Lady Eliora Trevisani (Passed away after giving birth to her)
Elder Sister: Rage Trevisani (passed away due to war)

Biodata:

Primrose was a small elven girl back ten years ago, she ended up in the kingdom by default. Not knowing what route she should take , but her interest had sprung upon plants, herbals and tonics, making medicine was her only key in surviving and to tell people she is skilled and can be useful. For a ten years old kid, she was an orphan. Both her parents and and her elder sister had died due to tragic callings. Since then, she had been making her own path in studying medicine and reading lots of books on any kinds of topics. She knew basically almost anything in a short duration of time. Ten years had passed and now she is nearly twenty years old and very expert in herbal tonics, and knowledge based. Not very much was she sociable but has her shyness needed to be blamed for that. But she is a very quiet , gentle and kind Elven girl.
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Name: Raphael Calen(Green) Nimloth(Tree)
Age:122
Gender: male
family: last of his line
Father: Ellisar Calen Nimloth (deseased)
Temperament: He is an elf of few words. He has a strong eye for beauty and often finds pleasure in just sitting among such things of beauty. He is very difficult to anger and is accepting of nearly any sort.

History:
As a young boy, Raphael was surrounded by the most loving Evlen family. They guided him through his adolescence with lessons of respect for all living things, including the earth, the air and the trees. He was taught the skills of hunting with a bow, fishing with a special net called a 'limb rem,' rope tying (with a proficiency in tying rope ladders).

Upon his 61st birthday, war broke out between his tribe and a caravan of orcs who were attempting to claim land farther North than what would have been anticipated. A bloody battle ensued. Soon it was discovered that the place his tribe had claimed as home was indeed a strategic location for the Orcs. Near by was a waterfall fabled by the human races to imbue magical powers into weapons. Raphael's father Elissar scoffed at this nonsense and forbid the Orcs access.What was more, as the waterfall was known to the humans, Elissar was sure that some place near by there was also a passage which lead to the human lands. He would not let this secret fall into the hands of the blood thirsty orcs.

The bloody battles lasted for years and by the age of 73, Raphael lost his entire family save his own father. Ellisar, in his wisdom, realized that he would have to find the passageway that lead to the human lands and have it sealed. He vowed never to let the blood thirsty orcs access to the fragile life that lived in the human lands.

A few years later, Raphael located the legendary waterfall on his own, but being a young and foolishly impulsive elf, he ventured out into the unknown alone, hastened by his curiosity. He came soon upon a land locked in disease, riddled with thieves, and corrupted by murderous savage humans. He continued to secretly travel to these lands, his ire growing ever stronger with each new mission to find some glimmer of hope for retribution of this seemingly corrupted land. But for all his attempts, Raphael saw this human land was not much better than the Orc population in his own lands. Why then did his father teach him to respect all life if this is how life progressed in other parts of the world. His heart began to harden in dismay.

Then, by chance, he met a human child who was trying to convince a knave man to simply buy the fruit from a cart of wares in a market. Armed with only her charisma, the uniquely beautiful child was able to convince the older man to put forth his own coin and make several other purchases. Raphael followed the couple for several hours until they boarded a large trade ship, called Misheach (a human word which means Courage). He soon discovered that the older man was the girl's father and that this mear child, named Aideen, was herself, the daughter of a pirate! This was shocking in itself, for the girl possessed a striking natural beauty and had an inner working that excelled even beyond many elves that Raphael had known. She was such a rare find indeed that Raphael found himself returning to the land of the humans regularly just to see her, a habit that would eventually lead to a tragedy.

Around his 100th year, Raphael's secret visits to the land of the humans was in full swing. But the battles with the Orcs continued and he made every effort to hide the entrance to the humans' land from his father and the Orcs alike, knowing that if it was found, the passageway would be sealed or assaulted. It was all terribly risky business.

By now the small girl had grown into a stunning woman. He knew it was dangerous to fall in love with a human. Only pain could result, as he was taught. Raphael refused to believe that the love of another being could be damaging. He could show his father in time how beautiful the human woman was both inside and out. Surely, once the war was over between his people and the Orcs, he could even bring his beautiful Aideen to meet his father. But fate had a different plan.

Ellisar did find the passageway and Raphael was forced into battle with his own father or lose the love of his life. Emotions were flying. Swords were shredding metal dust into the legendary falls. Bruises and open wounds quickly were exchanged. The argument was so complete that in his rage for his father's lack of understanding, Raphael lost control of his sword. He slipped on a wet rock and his father became mortally wounded. In anguish, Raphael carried Ellisar to the nearest Elven village, urging him with his own regrets and proclamations of love for his father to stay alive. But in the end it wasn't enough.

Ellisar's wounds were too great and his death eventually came. Ashamed of himself and needing comfort, Raphael fled back to the human lands, sealing the passageway after his retreat. Soon after, he was persuaded to join the Misheach. He busied himself with securing the masts, and manning the coo-coo's nest, but not even his pan pipe could console him. Only Aideen had any affect on his continence. His love for her grew with every passing year. He protected her but never allowed himself to lay with her. How could he, knowing deep down what sort of man he truly was (one that would kill his own father and be deceived by love enough to betray his people?), rightfully take a mate and produce offspring of his ilk? And so, it was a bitter sweet love. It was this love of this human that started it all. It was the reason his father was dead, why the wars persisted for so long, why so many elves were now in their grave. He should have known that such a love would only result in pain. He should have trusted the wisdom of his father. But his foolish heart was impossibly chained to whatever outcome his love for her would foster.

She loved him as well and never set herself down with another man, hoping that one day, they could finally bridge whatever gap lived between them. He stayed with her for nearly 20 years before she was lost at sea in a violent storm. Heart broken and feeling foolish for having fallen so completely for a mortal woman, he decides it was time to return to his own kind. His journey would brings him back to the Kingdom of Eldar. It was a promise of a new start.

His life began with confusion, with a forbidden love, and disrupted with ever present war. Now, he planned to put the past behind him. He was no longer strapped by the bonds of love. He could start fresh, find a new purpose. For the first time since he was a young child, he really truly felt free.

Skills:
Rope Tying
Weaving
Bow and arrow
Use of a cutlass
hand to hand combat
Net fishing
plays a pan pipe

Spell abilities:
if he has a potential for any spells, it is not known to him.

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Quidel

General Information

Race

Goblin

Gender

Male

Age

13 years old, biologically an adult

Height

3'5"

Weight

43 lb.

Personal Information

Homestead

A small den carved at the base of a rotten greatwood, deep within the northern forests of Eldar.

Accouterments

• Jagged iron blade, of a dagger's size to any humanoid creature of a regular size. Unlike the other things he has on his person, this was not made by him and instead found broken by a dead man near the camping grounds of a small goblin clan.

• Composite bow made of maple wood and sinew.

• Small leather quiver which holsters up to 10 arrows.

• Calabash gourd which holds 4 oz. of *Curare poison.

Notable Traits

As a solitary goblin in the forests, Quidel has a very different approach to fighting rather than the mindless horde tactics which his brethren choose to use in their innumerable clans. Years in the forest hunting and being hunted have taught him to be nimble and silent, dashing and weaving through shadows as he strikes at his opponent rapidly and quickly. These confusing and rapid-fire approaches to fighting tend to make for short encounters with the goblin, aided well by his clever wit and the poisonous concoction he makes from the many vile herbs of the forest.

Also given this time spent in solitude and within the forest, Quidel is very skilled with his bow and using it to hunt down the local fauna of Eldar. Along with his hunting skills he can identify many herbs and plants, having basic medical expertise and herbalism to create rudimentary remedies and actively treat his own poison.

History

Flames, misery, heavy chains; the burden of solitude. Fragments of a twisted past, the past of Quidel, a lone goblin who lives deep within the dark and corrupted woods of Eldar's northern forests.

The goblins of Eldar are certainly not be trifled with, especially when given the reins to create their own society. However, such mistakes were made that led to this malignant and self-destroying culture that was brought on the foundations of a feral and deadly land. The common order of northern society are its clans, organized and orchestrated by those who simply calls their selves king and live past a single night. Given how many wish for this though creates a great schism between many goblins, making up tiny and petty municipals that constantly bite at each other and any other neighbors out of primal carnage. As Quidel is a goblin himself, it is easy to imagine he was born and began in one of these said clans.

However, given the smaller numbers against greater odds; this quickly ended in a ring of fire as Quidel's people were burnt and only those of a young age such as himself were spared as simple thralls, an ironic fate that mirrored similar practices outside of the forests. Fed little food and constantly abused, Quidel was at a young age lame and malnourished, as the large clan he presided in began to build upon itself and make steps towards advancement. Of course, in such a society that was slave to its temptations and desires, such is that these advancements would never come to be.

Given Quidel's inability for hard labor, he was made a simple gatherer to take up herbs that could be used for healing. In his daily life, he took from the forest with rudimentary and basic tools similarly scavenged to make his job easier. He was at the end of a spiral, an undeveloped but aspiring mind sent to these dark and forbidden depths grew accustomed to it and eventually too became tainted as desire throbbed like the shrill beat of someone's heart as they became self-aware and the devil himself taunted their will as to see how far one's desperation could go. Time passed and maleficent fetish grew, a conspiracy blooming as Quidel grew more capable and closer to the hand that kept a vice on his chains. A broken blade and the bitter kiss of the forest to bless it and quench it with the embrace of death, plunged deep into a savage's chest before an animal retreated into the rotten groves of the forest and became one with the night.

Years went by as Quidel became a part of the forest, his terrible dream had been realized and he started a spree as he killed and maimed the unnatural factors he came across in this forest while only being sparingly toward the indigenous unless he required the blood and flesh of such creatures. He was a natural predator in his lands, but even though he had become his own individual, there was still a burning desire that swelled like a deceiving crescendo from a soft strum to a violent screech. Something back in those crimson huts gave him an unholy inspiration, as fires loomed overhead a small wooden throne eclipsed in shadow where only pure yellow eyes stared down at the vermin below. There was more to this melody which violently raged as it did and Quidel could see as much betwixt the shadow of the forests and the light of the open plains.

*Information on the curare poison can be found in an organized document you can find here which gives cited resources and details regarding the poison including how it works, its effectiveness, how to counter act it; etc.
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Name - Raina Nellethiel Qivaris
age - 100(looks 23)
Gender - Female
Race - Elf / Drow Elf

Appearance:
Hair - Copper Hued/Ginger
Skin - Obsidian
Eyes - Light Pink
Weight - 70 kg
Height - 179 cm
Body Structure - Strong,lean and toned.

Family:
Mother - Tauriel Qivaris
Father - Beriadan Qivaris (Deseaded)
Siblings: Sellion Qivaris (Deseased)
Lover: Viserys Neviah (Deseased)

Personality : Raina is a dominant and confident person, who demands respect and even fear from all around her through her behavior. She keeps her thoughts to herself and her emotions well hidden and deep inside she trusts no one but herself, always speaking calmly and coldly and sometimes with a good dose of irony too. As one of the Drow Elves, as well as the only female of her house,she has learned to do all that it takes to survive and for that she will use any means she has; she quite enjoys luring people in, using the mystery surrounding her character, and then finishing them off or using them as she pleases once they depend on her.Raina is one of those people who is obsessed with revenge and her wrath will stop at nothing. It is also difficult to keep her from something she really desires. Lack of love in her life has made her believe that, as everything else can be obtained with brutal force, so can love. Although she can be an attractive person, mainly because there is a mystery surrounding her, her ego has grown to destroy any attempts to bring her humane side to the surface...However,there is still a humane side somewhere in there.Raina has indeed a caring side.She hides a sweet caring person that only certain people can see...one of them was her mother and well her step brother when he was younger,as well as a man who had once claimed her heart.He can be truly protective,kind,sweet and caring.The proper lady,the woman who will protect a man and cherish him.But that side is well hidden and protected and no one would be able to see this side....only if someone manages to brake over the hard wall around her heart.

History :
A child of winter,she was born in Eldar's kingdom,surrounded by her family.Raina's family is one of the oldest ones in Drow elves race.They live for years and none of the family members is allowed to not follow the family's path.This is the number one rule.She is the the first child of her family and the eldest female so he has to continue the name and the traditions of the family.The greatest tradition is...that the first daughter has to become a Hunter and a Warrior.In her family,mostly the first females were taught from a really young age how to use a sword and another weapon,move and survive in the forest or any landscape,no matter the season or the weather.Raina was taught how to recognise tracks,find the animals and of course the reactions and everything surrounding every animal of their forest.He was taught to recognize the herbs and know how to use them as well.All that during the ages of ten to thirty.Sooner or later she became a Huntress and due to her skills she managed to become also a Warrior,making her father proud.Following this kind of living was for sure hard,but Raina enjoyed it.She was not one to make friends easily and she was mostly spending her time at the forest.There,she found a wounded falcon.The bird was terrified and wouldn't let her get closer.Although,it took much time and patience,she finally took care of the wounded bird and kept it with her until the bird could be set free again.However,the day she returned to the forest,the bird would fly for a few minutes before land on her shoulder.From that day and on Raina got a loyal friend.The male falcon would fly,hunt and be free but at the end of the day he would return to his friend.She named the bird Spirit and always let a window open for him.
Her family's structure,much like most Drow families,has her mother as the leader of the family,her father,her and then her younger brother.Every member was raised with the code of honor and discipline,but love was something she and her brother could never understand.Once romance appeared in her life,Raina slightly changed,although unsure of how things would turn out to be.Much like the falcon,the woman would choose to be loyal to someone.The Elf that managed to steal her heart was the man to whome,Raina,would be devoted until her last breath.Just a year later,the distraction of the four dragons,caused her to lose her lover,who took part in the fight as well as her father and brother,leaving her broken with her mother alone.Completely broken,Raina forgot she has a heart and concetrated more on protecting her mother.


Skills: Raina was taught from a young age to track and fight,so being a warrior is like a second nature to her.The daggers and her sword,are like the end of her hand.The woman is able to move silently,stealth is another skill she gained after her training.Due to her looks,Raina is able to use her beautiful figure and the mystery surrounding her,to seduce men or even woman,to get what she wants,and she always gets what she wants.
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Name: Yulmanda Zumthyra

race:sun elf

age 90 -looks 16

gender female

weight: 116 pounds

appearence -she is 4-11 with c cup breasts her hair as black as an eclipse and her eyes as purple as amethysts jer muscular build is average but her leg muscle being above excellent from all her walking and running allows her to move at slightly faster speeds. her garments are green tunic and pants with dark brown boots with a satchel bag and herbal pouch on her belt to help her in her job as a healer. she keeps a bow on her person during times shes out of the castle

job: a medical doctor/healer to the kingdom she will help any and all who are sick to the best of her ability.

family deceased due to the great tragidy 50 years ago. when working for the Mal'Loki family

personality: she is a tender loving women with the spirit of kindness and generosity she will try to become friends with most people patient employer or even enemy before resorting to fight or flight tactics if the hand of friendship fails.

history: still being worked on
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Name;Oluhell
Age 187
Race; Dark Elf
Gender; male
Weight 250
height; 6'4
Appearance; long black spike hair, all black cloths, green, and yellow eyes, pale skin.
Family; Dead
Personality; Strong, bold, mysterious, trustworthy, generous, care for others, honest, understanding, loyal and love to fight ;D.
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Name: Sata Rainclaw
Age: 82 (looks 20)
Race: Half Wood Elf and Half Sun Elf
Look: Dark red hair, light gold eyes, pale skin, and deep red lips. average height.

Personality: Kind and sweet yet reserved, protective over the people she loves. Mostly spends her time in a garden or wooded area. Determined, and light hearted.

Hobbies: Singing, dancing, observing people, and practicing.

Temperament: very tolerant and forgiving.



A little backstory:

Sata was born from the Sun Elf Clyde Torro and Wood Elf Milla Rainclaw, they met while at the market and quickly developed a relationship. However when Milla got pregnant with Sata Clyde was already set to marry another of his race and had to cut ties with Milla and his unborn child. Even though Milla was heartbroken and scared, the Moon Elves rallied around her to assist with the birth, when Sata was born she had almost a perfect mix of Moon and Sun Elf qualities.

Milla protected her daughter to the best of her ability and taught her the ways of the Rainclaw family, all the while Clyde only caught glimpses from a distance.

But the life was short lived for Sata, during her 50th year her mother was called out to battle against the Orcs, and never returned. and neither did the father she never met.

Since her mother's passing she practiced tirelessly to prefect the abilities her mother taught her, even though she knew that her mother was gone, she always feels her near when she is with nature.

Abilities: The power to control parts of nature, Mostly flowers and their vines. When on long journeys this can be extremely help full because she knows nature and the flowers can guide a safe path. When battling in wooded areas she can be a serious asset, however if there is no nature around her in a battle all she can do is fist fight.
But, the Rainclaw family never fights alone, they stand behind a stronger ally and assist them as needed.