((Share your character’s backstory! Please ensure it’s at least six sentences, written in third person, and references to the server lore, including a current realm in our map.))
If you’re stuck on what to add, consider the following:
- Your character’s family (parents, siblings, etc.)
- Where your character is from (include a real place on the map)
- What kind of environment was your character raised in
- Why your character left home
Iestien was the only child of a wealthy High Elf merchant and his wife . Disconcerted by her father's unfair actions, she attempted to leave her hometown in Okarn'thilln several times with nothing but the clothes on her back. Unsure of where she was headed, Iestien wanted to run away from the image that her parents set before her and the life she never asked for. She wanted to head for a city where no one knew of her and her family. She had planned to go to the Caurost realm. Unfortunately, each time her father sent mercenaries after her to retrieve her, and keep her ready to be married off to another High Elf. Eventually, she developed some useful practical everyday skills. From being out in the unknown and getting caught one too many times, she had the ability to pickpocket well, and disguising oneself. All of these proved to be helpful in her last escape; As soon as she heard the guard who held the key, she hid herself, forcing him to enter to check on her. Quickly, as soon as the guard was inside, she disguised herself as another guard, swiped his keys, and walked out a free woman. Over many years, she had troubles and adversities of her own, and periodically she became incredibly paranoid until she had heard of her father's death. Then, she was sure that she was free.
pale, pinkish skin.
Pointed elfin ears
gold & turquoise earrings.
Violet eyes
She wears a faded royal blue dress
The traveler has just arrived in a small town. As they look around, their gaze is met with run down houses and shops. They duck into one of the shacks, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the small room, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town?" She begins, then pauses to study their face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a chair, “Where do you come from? What do you hope to make of yourself?”
"I'll stand." Iestien bristled at the old hag, not off-put at all by the levitating candles. "I take instruction from no man."
"I'm a hag. A witch. But most importantly, a woman!" The elderly woman said, crossing her arms.
"Really? You're so ugly, I couldn't tell." The High Elf quipped, looking down upon the wrinkled woman. "And there's not time to speak of it. If I were to tell you of my struggles, hopes and dreams, then we would be here til' the next moon."
"I've nothing but time. No one visits me, here."
"Well, I am genuinely sorry for that. Have you no children? No husband?" Iestien said, a bit gentler. She took a knee to look the hunched-over hag in the eyes, moving towards her. "I'm no threat to you, I swear."
Iestien noticed that the hag was contemplating her response.
She snuck out into the dark town and left the hag and continued on.
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