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“I may have my father's blood, but I am no less of an elf than any of my kin.”
 _______________________________________________ Sarinnas Magewynd _______________________________________________________________ 26 | Female | Half Elf (Moon Elf/Human) _______________________________________________________________ Lawful Evil | Eldritch Knight | House Agent _______________________________________________________________ ▼ A T T R I B U T E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Melee Weaponry ► Magic (Conjuration) ► Magic (Shadow) ► Intimidation ► Athletics ► Survival - ▼ I N V E N T O R Y ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Armor - A symbol of her status, Sarinnas' blackish plate and mail armor stands out against the everyday mercenary's armor. It, like her gold-trimmed cloak, remains oddly shiny and clean, almost as if the pieces were enchanted through some ancient elven spell. ► Weapons - Whereas most adventurers worth their mettle carry several blades of varying size on their person, Sarinnas keeps to a singular longsword that seemingly never leaves her side. ► Coinpurse - As elegant as her armor and weaponry, Sarinnas' coinpurse contains a mixture of various coins and other objects of monetary value from numerous countries, kingdoms and cultures. Most, however, are of moon elf make. ► Misc. Items - Save for adventuring gear, spell ingredients and other miscellaneous items, Sarinnas travels relatively light. The only item of note is a glowing bright blue bauble used as a cloak clasp. - | P E R S O N A L C H A R A C T E R Born the daughter of an elf-human coupling, Sarinnas has always been looked at with disdain. Her elven relatives see the half-elf as a blight on their house, often making a scene whenever Sarinnas is around. Whereas most individuals would take issue with such harassment, however, Sarinnas willingly takes her undeserved torment, seeing it as nothing more than a challenge. Blind, misguided rage is a dangerous weapon, but an anger-fueled resolve, harnessing the hate for one's betterment? Now there lies true power, or so she believes. Of course, life wasn't always "doom and gloom". Sarinnas' childhood was as regular as one gets, her family living far, far away from their elven brethren near the northern wastes. Despite her mother's connections, her father insisted on keeping a simple farmer's life as his father and grandfather before him had done. It was a boring, rural lifestyle, but it was also a life Sarinnas would come to miss. When the orcish hordes descended from the snowy north upon the southern human strongholds, Sarinnas set herself on a path she could not return from even after her elven kin begrudgingly took her in after the death of her parents. From that day on, the macabre dance of death had the half-elf; her hands forever bloodied and her life by the sword, brewing a bubbling darkness within her soul—a darkness that may just yet consume Sarinnas whole. F A V O R When Lady Kendreth went missing and was later found murdered, it was Sarinnas' second cousin, Baeddan, who was believed to be the killer. But Sarinnas didn't believe the charges; Baeddan was a halfwit who couldn't tell his own arse from a donkey's. Nonetheless, Sarinnas had no proof of Baeddan's innocence, and any leads she did find would come up empty. It seemed Baeddan was doomed to be executed for his apparent crimes until a man by the name of Ordrin Entheys offered his help; his little birds within the city leading to new, unexplored leads and previously hidden evidence that would clear Baeddan's name. |
