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Name: Sybille
Gender: Female
Age: 18, but may be older
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Sybille appears to be a young-looking woman with a thin build and some curves. Her eyes are a haunting gold, and her skin is rather pale. Most important, underneath her long raven coloured hair, her ears are elongated and pointy, betraying her fae-blooded nature.[/hider]
Bio: Once upon a time, there was a border settlement in the west part of the empire. Said settlement struggled for materials so much than the village men had to enter the Forest of Silence for timber and risk life and limb to obtain the materials needed for their lifes. One of such woodsmen was Ranek. It is said that Ranek, on one of his trips, found a beckoning maiden in the middle of the forest, and became one with her in a forest clearing. Ranek thought as if it was a dream.

It was not, as some time later, a babe was delivered into his doorstep, despite being single. Said babe was a dark-haired girl...with the evident signs of being fey-blooded. Ranek, with a heavy feeling, took the half-human in, as his worst fears had come true. He had laid with an elven woman and this had been the fruit of such union. 

Even thought Sybille was a strange, eerie child, his father did his best to educate her, and even convinced the rest of the village that he would adopt the girl, making this sob story or another. However, as good intended as he had been, Ranek could not hold the rumours forever. Sybille did not grow up like the others. She kept being young and childfaced for far longer than she should. And that was before it was found out that she had the gift of magic. At this point, Ranek could not hold it any longer, and sent the child back into the forest where she had been conceived.

While she found her mother, and she was accepted with open arms at first, Elves were the fickle, whimsical creatures. After some decades of training and bonding where she learned her spells and skill with bow, her own mother got bored with her, and sent her back to live as human again. By that time... only the bones and the tomb of her father remained. The people's faces had changed. She felt a mongrel, unable to fit in either world, and with no home to go.

She became a wanderer, and eventually drifted into adventuring. Joining the Blood Rose Irregulars to kill monsters and reap rewards from the Empire seemed a good solution to the mess of her life.

Fighting Style: Sybille can't do close and personal, and she only knows how to flail a dagger in melee. She, however is a decent shot with the bow, and most importantly, she has a peerless aim when it comes to magical combat. She relies on offensive elemental spells for the latter, mixed with barrier techniques and aggressive countermagic.
Equipment: A fine enchanted cloak, a dagger. Seweral jewelry accesories containing Soulstones. 
Skills/Abilities: 
- Elemental blast: Sybille is adept at flinging elemental blasts at great ranges. Whether it is fire, ice or lightning, she is no slouch in any of them.
-Elemental Wall: Likewise, she can create massive walls imbued with the power of elements.
-Elf's cross: By employing her blood and chalk to draw a five pointed star, Sybille can make a surface or area to be highly resistant to hostile magic.
-Disruption: Sybille can use her own magic power to unravel hostile magic and abilities quite easily.
-Enhaced Senses: Being half elf, Sybille has better eyesight (and even nightvision) and hearing than humans. She has also better reflexes.
-Archery: While not to the level of her magic, Sybille can shoot fairly well with a bow.
-Fey-blooded: She is unnaturally resistant to mind-altering magic and illusions. 
-Elven Script: She knows how to pronounce and write it.

Other Information: Being a Half-Elf and fey-blooded, she possesses the weakness of the fae to Cold iron. IE: A horseshoe  or similar pure iron item would definitely feel like -acid- to her skin.
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I hope you dont mind I portrayed the elves as the tricksters of myths, fond of leaving doorstop babies and usually being too bizarre and whimsical to even try to figure out.