Parents
Mother: Mirlae
race: Higher Elf
Father: Malekith
Race: Dark Elf
Character
Name: Llivhrae
Gender: Female
Race: Halfling (Higher x Dark elf)
Description in depth
Body: Llivhrae has a slender frame, that has natural muscles due to her father
Skin tone: She has a soft tanned skin tone, with a dusting of dark grey freckles along her right arm, and has a soft dusting of grey freckles along the bridge of her nose / cheeks
Branding: She has a large X brand along the left side of her naval
Hair: Llivhrae has a dark red ombre styled hair color that naturally turns brighter sometimes due to the sun.
Hair texture: her hair is natural beach waves, and can be rather curly when wet.
Hairstyle: she wears her hair down with a dark grey roses braided into a crown along the top of her head.
Personality
Llivhrae is a rather stubborn little thing with anger issues, while she can be rather quiet should you not know her, she loves to observe those around her, and learn about the world. She can also be rather protective over her companions because of her upbringing, and because of her little 'hero complex'. Her hero complex awoke when she herself was in dire need of a hero...yet one never came to her aid, and so she created a sense of needing to protect those she found dear to herself. While she can be rather loving, she can also cut you off rather quickly to protect herself, and act like it doesn't bother her yet it kills her little by little inside.
Fears
Llivhrae is terrified of feeling powerless in any way shape or form, due to her childhood, meaning she was made to feel powerless many times by her captors. Being a halfling of higher and dark elf is not only tabbo...it is an abomination seeing in both races eyes. Knowing that, both races she was apart of would pretty much torment or spit venom at the young fea, and some even took it as far as branding the child when she was younger. Llivhrae is also terrifed of dark spaces, the rattling of chains, and fire at times.
Clothing
Top: Black halter top
Pants: Red slitted skirt
Arm: left arm red arm band, right arm black leather armor
shoes: black leather flatts
Legs: Black bands that hold weapons
Weapons
Black daggers that lie along her calf tucked into her black bands, and along her red arm band.
Back Story
Llivhrae as a young hybrid grew up in Lareh'thilln with her pure Highlander mother, who though taking care of the young fea was a punishment from the gods, and yet kept the child out of fear of retaliation from the gods. While the pure Highlander kept Llivhrae, she didn't necessarily take care of the child, and let those around her abuse the vixen relentlessly in order to spare herself from the backlash of having a hybrid child tainting the pure family lines. Now this is where Llivhrae's story begins, As the child grew over the ages, her body matured which gave her a edge over her abusers, and only caused a much bigger issue seeing as now she was labeled a 'threat' which only drew more attention to her. Seeing as she had grown stronger, and began to fight back against her abusers Llivhraes mother had began to start receiving some of the along awaited backlash from her peers which left a bitter taste in the elder lady's mouth causing her to do something horrid against her own flesh and blood. Under the cover of night the pure highlander gathered a few of the childs abusers only to pay them to 'take' care of her daughter, as the men's smirks grew, the mother led them back to her 'tainted' home, and made the men promise to take her daughter uncaring of what may happen to her. Soon the gathered men reached the home, only to guided by the mother to the hybrids room, and take her by force. As Llivhrae felt rough, and worn hands grip her forearms her grey orbs shot open in alarm only to notice the group of men surrounding her bed. Rough hands pinned the squrmming girl to the bed, constricting her movements, as one of the males began to use a makeshift gag in order to silence the now screaming teen, and to put an end to her struggling another male began to restrain the vixens wrists by tying them together with the girls makeshift cloth blanket that only moments ago was used for warmth. Eventually the gathered men had the struggling vixen bound, gaged, and carried out of her childhood home. Under the cover of darkness the men had reached their destination which was the abandoned blacksmith shop on the outskirts of the city, and was perfect to 'dispose' of one puny teen. As the night drifted peacefully into day, the young hybrid was tormented with hot iron burning into her delicate skin leaving behind agitated scarlett blistered skin bubbling up from the teens normally tanned skin, and as the night turned to day one of the men produced a small dagger from their belt only to let out a deep chuff knowing that this playtoy had outlived its usefulness. The brute stalked forward to the tear stricken vixen, and slit the vixens throat unknowing that the dagger wasn't sharpened and only left a shallow cut which would heal. The group of men left at dawn sure of themselves that the vixen would be dead by nightfall, yet unknowing that the vixen would be well alive, and miles away from the city of Larah'Thilln by the following night.
