[hider=Lyra] Name: Shteivel / "Lyra" Leevva Age: 45 Gender: Female Race: Pure Mountain Elf Shteivel is the child of two artificers of enchantments, who were both exiled and later assassinated for making enchantments that would steal the magic potential from Mountain Elves specifically. Nature: Lyra is quite a motherly individual, to the point where she almost coddles her comrades. She brings stricture and order to any sort of lodging, but is extremely susceptible to fall for seemingly vulnerable things. She's rather easy to trust (as she easily trusts just about anyone), provided no one's taking advantage of her kindness... Looks: [center][img]http://s3.postimg.org/3n44xyzbn/97_DE005_F_6328_4_DFD_A343_9_BF8_F0_FC1323.png[/img][/center] [indent]Lyra would be, by the hedonistic standards of lords and ladies with the time to spare, a beautiful creature to pry apart at with one's eyes. She stands at a comfortable 5'6, which isn't too terribly tall nor short, except for the fact that people usually think she'd be a half-elf. She weighs 125 lb., which explains her rather average (but again, comfortable!) curves. Despite her given age, her face seems devoid of wrinkles and blemishes - a sign that the beginning of her near-eternal clock has begun to tick. She is slightly bow-legged, which slightly causes her hips to naturally spread a little wider, and like all elves, she has tipped ears. Her hair, like most Mountain Elves, is a flaxen hue so devoid of color it may be likened to the unpicked grains of wheat in the winter. Her hair is usually tied in a skewered bun or a loose bun, whichever works better. Her eyes are quite beautiful and gentle, as her irises are an incredibly soft and matte powder blue. They are so matte that they refuse to shine sunlight, but instead leave only an ever-soft color to lose one's self in. Her skin is deathly pale with a soft pink twist, as her rigorous mountain-side lifestyle has breathed at least a small burst of life into her cheeks (which are, most times, quite thin). She has slim lips and a cute button nose to boot. Her only adornment is a brilliantly blue earring on her left ear. A tattoo of what appears to be half of a gear fans out from her tailbone, though what purpose it serves is unknown.[/indent] Class: Necromancy Lyra is a genius at necromancy, especially in the art of manipulating corpses to do her bidding. However, she isn't a terribly skilled spiritualist, which means it's harder for her to talk to spirits and clearly make out their requests and contracts. That's why she refuses to sign any, and instead relies on her own power, which includes death rays alongside her manipulation of corpses. Story: Shteivel was once part of the highest of the Mountain Elves, via her family. Most of the people who lived up on the peaks were master artificers; the Leevvas were no exception. Their trade was the enchantment of various objects, and so they were renowned even among the Mountain Elves as among the most precise enchanters of their time. Clocks, compasses, and other instruments of measurement gain unparalleled accuracy. Industrial saws were strengthened to [b]outlast even the most well-maintained of swords[/b]. It become a point of controversy : that the Leevvas began to dabble in innovations, not improvements. Strange tools, though far inferior to that of the magic-imbued instruments, were produced and made cheaply, as they were powered by the sun. For a time, the Mountain Elves enjoyed this dubious technology...only to realize that an entire generation of their children were talentless - [b]stripped of magic[/b]. The one thing the Mountain Elves could call their strength was briefly taken away : magic. These tools did not capture the sun's light for power - they ripped the futures from the wombs of children unborn. Thus, borne in a time of [b]uncertainty and fear[/b] was the [b]Vile Generation[/b]. The weak ones were tossed and disposed of; the stronger ones, however, were [b]exiled[/b] and [b]sold into slavery[/b]. Shteivel, the first of the Viles, was kidnapped and processed into this system as her parents were obliterated by angered parents. She was 10 then. In this system, she was subject to hard labor and plenty of types of abuse, until she was picked up by no less a half-breed wizard for cheap coin, and became his test subject, apprentice, liason, and eventually confidant. Her final labor, which happened 6 years into her servitude of the wizard, was one last experiment, one that would scar her forever. She was to bind a spirit into her womb, so as to lock it inside the fetus, and then raise it as a conduit for immense magical power. Only, this attempt was futile. Although she did learn how to perform magic to an uncannily powerful extent, there was something inside her, a void that originated from her stolen power. The spirit rejected and fled Shteivel, and tore her from the inside out. She awoke, weeks later, as a girl without any possibility to bear children, thanks to her incredibly warped womb. As part of the contract, she was christened "Lyra" as a free woman, though without a future, all things considered...except for what she was taught : necromancy. Life had other plans, and she ended up tutoring aristocrats' children when she was 40. The time in between that change is best left in the dust. Motive: Will PM. [/hider]