Erel Wiirabaste

Erel Wiira'baste

Female Svartalfar

Player: Punky_the_Goat

General Information
Full Name:	Erel Wiira'baste
Nicknames:	Star Seer
Age:	127
Deity:	Eilistraee
Alignment:	Template:Chatoic Neutral
Occupation:	Gilder, astronomer, dancer, archer.
Faction/Rank:	Who knows?
Place of Birth:	Svartalfheim
Physical Attributes
Height:	About 5 feet, give or take an inch.
Weight:	Don't ask this. Or do, and see what happens.
Eyes:	Very light grey, almost silver.
Hair:	Snow white (Typical Drow)
Complexion:	Inky black
Physical Build:	Lithe, curvy for an elf.
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Equipment and Items

Appearance

At first glance, typical Drow. Pale white tresses, straight, about shoulder length. The same smooth, ageless skin of most elvenkind. Silvery-grey eyes. Not all that piercing or deep, just eyes. About five feet tall, likes to keep herself clothed from neck to toes most days. So that's what most people see! She carries around a bow and arrows along with her pack.

However, there are hints of tattoos on her arms that are likely visible most of the time. Svartalfar are said to keep tattoos on their entire body, showing off their entire life story. However, few travellers have ever been allowed into their lands to see them, where they are comfortable showing them off.

(Adding more periodically.)

[Arms] Along the right forearm is a twisting pattern. Vines come out of her sleeve. Each one is intricate, with thorns and small flowers embedded along the lengths. They're silver, the flowers and the outline of the thorns are purple. These all stop at her wrist, there there is a metal shackle locked. Closer inspection would show stars marked between those vines, in patterns of constellations likely not seen outside of Svartalfheim.

The left arm would be completely different. Zigzagging lines of silver cross her dark flesh, marking something very few others might be able to recognize. In twin lines, crossing one another, they are the steps to a very intricate dance for two. They start out rough-edged, with burrs and sharp turns. As they get closer to her wrists, they smooth out. The curves and twists almost look delicate. The steps move down over the top of the forearm, up either side, and then down the underside. It terminates at her wrist, the lines growing thick again to meet in a nearly perfect sphere.

[Upper Back]

Along Erel's back, between her shoulder blades, is a very odd tattoo indeed. Someone has gone into detail to draw out a large, simplified map of the major planes of existence. It is a relatively new tattoo, the lines freshly engraved in her flesh, the same silver hue as much of the others. The worlds are represented as large spheres across her upper back, each with a name in the middle. Mechanus, Arcadia, Mount Celestia, Bytopia, Elyrsium, the Beastlands, Arborea, Ysgard, Limbo, Pandemonium, Abyss, Carceri, the Grey Waste, Gehenna, Baator, and Acheron. A few of the minor places are there, with some small room for more to be added. The rare patch of un-inked flesh below her neck.

The only sphere filled completely is a small one, on her ribs above the right kidney. The title in the middle of it is 'Ysgard', and small stars are marked in silver, purple, black, and red ink across her back. It seems that Erel has gone to great pains to draw out, and have another person tattoo the stars of the sky onto her flesh. Not all of them, but likely a sampling of what she could see from her home. There are so many, that each star is only a pinprick. If one didn't know better, it would look like someone threw glitter onto her flesh.

Personality

This remains to be seen. Most Svartalfar are rather aloof with any who are not their own kind. They are not cruel towards outsiders, merely dismissive of them.

Accomplishments

None, yet, not in Sigil.

Known goals

Rather grandiose plans to find the pattern of all things. Not just time, or the universe, but everything.

Possible Plot-Hook Ideas

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Background

Erel does not have the most distinguished of pasts. No mighty deeds, great items, nor stories to her name. Nor is there any great tragedy that has left her scarred, any dangerous reason for being chased out of her home. It is no question that she has left for a reason, but that reason wouldn't make sense to some. She believes that she has seen the pattern of things, the way the world must be. Every great artisan believes that they know how things should be portrayed. Erel is far from skilled or known to anyone but her own mind.

She has left to find words, a pattern, something to explain why and how she thinks everything fits together. Erel has not found it yet. She has tried gilding, drawing, dancing. Nothing has given her the peace of knowing the system. Either her nature has not allowed it, or she just hasn't done what needs to be. She likes to think of it as the latter. It has tormented her for a good many years, the nagging notion of an orderly way to understand the entire concept of existence- the idea has been maddening to follow, to seek but never find.

In recent years, the young Svartalfar has taken up stargazing. If not in the heavens, then where, where would there ever be something she could see? She has searched the skies for several long years. Names were created for the constellations, several patterns were drawn of their points. But none of it ever fit. The idea hit the girl one day, that her sky was not the only one. Travelers to Svartalfarheim have told of the places they come from, the different lands they have been to, locales where they had planned on going to.

And so Erel has set out, to visit other places. To chart their skies, to make constellations of their stars. Perhaps to put together the pattern that has been bothering her for so long.