A mysterious woman, tall and dark with a long blood red hair, flowing to her waist. She wore some of the hardest leather armor around. A short top that only covered her chest, exposing her fair Elven skin. Then she had some of the nicest leather pants to adorn her legs, with flowing metal studs gracing the bottom. You see her arcane staff in her hands, making her a mage of some sorts, to also she had an expensive crossbow on her back, along with a engraved scimitar on her hip. With a golden handle.
She is tall for an Elf. Her eyes dark and full of hate, pain, torture, and death. She wears a metal headpiece [In picture.] Made of Iron and speckled with several jewels. You would think she was a noble, but you couldn’t be farther from the truth. She still is homeless, still hungry, and still alone.

History:
Part 1.
After a terrible and crushing defeat. She fled into the woods. Only to find a tomb, it was her only escape from the mob who was closing in, about a kilometer away. She entered knowing her life was on the line, it smelled of its years of decay and countless deaths, executions and murders. She ran and ran, passing plenty of Fresh corpses. She was puzzled. She finally entered the deepest part of the tomb and discovered a long dark hall. This is wear they sealed the more important of the people in here. She descended into the hall, only to hear a faint digging , she reached the end of the hall and saw a short old woman digging a new tomb. She looked to her side and saw a seal on the wall “ Linear” she shrieked and caught the woman’s attention.
Before she could even breath after that, she was forced onto the floor. She didn’t know if it was the woman. It could have been the woman, but it felt like a mans grasp. She struggled but it was no use, she was forced into a casket...sealing her to her fate.
Part 2.
She awoke on a nicely Tiled floor in a pool of her own blood. She heard the cackle of a whip, and a sharp pain, she was being beaten. She peered at two men and a row of other people, of all races, wearing nothing but tatters aligned with herself. They moaned and cried, but they mostly just yelled. She then turned her gaze to the men, they were Drow even. While the man were having a conversation she tried to crawl away, she was whipped and was told she was there slave. She was a slave for 16 years, 16 years, but for her ageing process it looked like she was only down there for a few years maybe 4.
Her master was a merciless general for his house. He would often send her to the black smith . He was very nice to her and often fed her, from afar you would say they were in love, but they weren’t. He was very kind and kept her longer then he should have. She would always tell her master that there was a line. He was so kind, that when they were speaking together in his hut, he told her he would get her out of the Underdark. For several weeks he closed his shop and told the Drow her was out with making a trip the Zorvak’Mur, an Illithid City. He was really looking for a passage to the surface for her to make an escape. [That is why she knows Drow]
Part 3.
He would travel back to the city in secret, to break her out. He climbed to the window of the slave quarters and broke the bars with one of his strongest weapons. She wanted to go but she peered at the other slaves. He sighed and helped all of the slaves escape. She said a heartfelt goodbye before leaving. In the Underdark, 3 days later, the general found out he was responsible, and put the black smith to death.
Part 4, Dun, Dun, Dun!
She was a very poor and hungry Beggar in the streets of Vidun. She was asking for change when she collapsed, of hunger. She fell before a kind woman Mage, who reminded her of the black smith. She took her in and fixed her up. The woman grew fond of her and offered to teach her Magic. She accepted and studied there for about 3 years. She was finally fit for the world, she declined the woman’s offer to be her apprentice, and was alone now, with a mind full of magic, sheathed filled with a sword, hands filled with a staff, and a pocket full of the woman’s wealth. :).
Part 5. Last for now!
In progress.

Interests: Fighting, love, nature,Magic, and other Elves.
Family: None.
Mood: Angry,Enraged, READY TO KILL!