Post by elvishnation on Feb 15, 2019 1:41:04 GMT -5
Gwynnestri Shraiee Race: Sun Elf Age: 323 Height: 5'7" Eyes: Golden eyes dimmed with pain and anger Hair: Golden
General Attire: Black tabard, darkened full plate. Blood red cloak and hood. Black chain around her neck with an amulet of a tear drop blessing a broken black arrow dipped in dhaerow blood. Black sheath holding a longsword, dark large shield. Occasionally a longbow seen. Easily observed: She stands with a military like posture. An air of coldness, lacking any positive emotion. Seeming to be a broken spirit driven forward into the embrace of vengeance. Little care for the idle chatter.
It is in the darkest hour we all make a choice. The choice of becoming stronger or falling to what lays before us.
From the ashes of a fallen village, rose an elf covered in black soot, golden hair and streaked with elven blood spilled in the night. Her golden flecked eyes, once shown brilliantly with joy, now turned cold with that choice. The choice to rise.
An oath sworn, a blood red cloak donned. Vengeance shall be had. Her spirit torn by all taken from her. Given strength by black arrow. Taking the oath for all kin to never feel joy till the dark enemy below, in it's entirety, destroyed.
Weeks turned into months, turned into years. Training day and night. Using the pain, using the heart break to drive her forward on this path.