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Name: Cailin
Age: 21
A half-human dark elf, skin the color of bluish-gray ash, eyes bright as blood, hair like a moonbeam. Of course, she doesn't quite look as nice now as when she was captured. Her head is locked inside an iron helmet, all one can see is her red eyes and chapped lips. She's thinner now, wiry from the work in the mine, her nails torn and jagged, her hands rough from the mining labor.
One might mistake her for a child, as she's shorter than the others.
Personality: She's wary, preferring a corner at her back, sleeps in a corner, keeps to herself mostly, speaking as little as possible (her words echo in the helmet), slow to trust. Sounds tired (the seal of the Dead God does that to the magic-inclined), prone to sarcasm (and the occasional scream-fest, which most can barely hear but echoes for a while in her helmet.)
Class: Rogue (thief)
Notable skills or abilities:
She can see in the dark, climb, swim (better without her helmet), pick locks, disable traps, fight with a short sword and dagger, throw a knife, shoot a bow, use a sling, and hide herself.
Anything else: Light-blindness. Guards cover her helmet on bright days to get her to the mine.
She's can't hear too well in the helmet.
Seal of the Dead God saps at the wearer's magic.
Dark elves are not the most trusted of people. They're only up at night.
Age: 21
A half-human dark elf, skin the color of bluish-gray ash, eyes bright as blood, hair like a moonbeam. Of course, she doesn't quite look as nice now as when she was captured. Her head is locked inside an iron helmet, all one can see is her red eyes and chapped lips. She's thinner now, wiry from the work in the mine, her nails torn and jagged, her hands rough from the mining labor.
One might mistake her for a child, as she's shorter than the others.
Personality: She's wary, preferring a corner at her back, sleeps in a corner, keeps to herself mostly, speaking as little as possible (her words echo in the helmet), slow to trust. Sounds tired (the seal of the Dead God does that to the magic-inclined), prone to sarcasm (and the occasional scream-fest, which most can barely hear but echoes for a while in her helmet.)
The mage Zamyer, bearing some sort of grudge against the kingdom's rulers (taxes, code enforcement, labor relations), decided to take over the kingdom by producing his own crown prince. So on the prince's wedding night, he was bespelled by a dark elf enchantress, who delivered seven months later a crying half-human baby to the wizard.
"This.. is a girl," Zamyer scowled.
"Ah, I wasn't sure you knew the difference."
"But I wanted a boy!"
"The magic ensured a shorter pregnancy, not the sex of the child."
"But what am I to do with... this?" he demanded angrily, poking at Cailin.
"Not my problem. Pay me or regret it."
The girl was fobbed off on Mrs. Green, the housekeeper, who named her Cailin. She was raised in the tower, seeing people only at a distance when the sun went down. Eventually the wizard had his Man at Arms / army scout Briggs teach Cailin how to be a thief, in case she proved useless in his takeover bid.
His man, however, drank far too much one night in the town's tavern and told the towns people everything. Word soon reached the king, who dispatched riders to capture Zamyer and the half-princess. When the king and queen saw her, they realized Cailin had the family resemblance. They chopped off Zamyer's head for his part in the plot, but could not bring themselves to kill her. Instead, they locked her in an iron helmet to hide her face. To ensure she could not use magic, they impressed the seal of the Dead God into the helmet.
They then sent her to prison - but instead of a tower off the coast, the guards delivered Cailin to the mine instead - getting free beer and a bribe.
She's been a prisoner here for three or four years now. Or was it five?
"This.. is a girl," Zamyer scowled.
"Ah, I wasn't sure you knew the difference."
"But I wanted a boy!"
"The magic ensured a shorter pregnancy, not the sex of the child."
"But what am I to do with... this?" he demanded angrily, poking at Cailin.
"Not my problem. Pay me or regret it."
The girl was fobbed off on Mrs. Green, the housekeeper, who named her Cailin. She was raised in the tower, seeing people only at a distance when the sun went down. Eventually the wizard had his Man at Arms / army scout Briggs teach Cailin how to be a thief, in case she proved useless in his takeover bid.
His man, however, drank far too much one night in the town's tavern and told the towns people everything. Word soon reached the king, who dispatched riders to capture Zamyer and the half-princess. When the king and queen saw her, they realized Cailin had the family resemblance. They chopped off Zamyer's head for his part in the plot, but could not bring themselves to kill her. Instead, they locked her in an iron helmet to hide her face. To ensure she could not use magic, they impressed the seal of the Dead God into the helmet.
They then sent her to prison - but instead of a tower off the coast, the guards delivered Cailin to the mine instead - getting free beer and a bribe.
She's been a prisoner here for three or four years now. Or was it five?
Class: Rogue (thief)
Notable skills or abilities:
She can see in the dark, climb, swim (better without her helmet), pick locks, disable traps, fight with a short sword and dagger, throw a knife, shoot a bow, use a sling, and hide herself.
Anything else: Light-blindness. Guards cover her helmet on bright days to get her to the mine.
She's can't hear too well in the helmet.
Seal of the Dead God saps at the wearer's magic.
Dark elves are not the most trusted of people. They're only up at night.
