Erel Wiirabaste
| Erel Wiira'baste | |||||||
| Female Svartalfar | |||||||
| Player: Punky_the_Goat | |||||||
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| General Information | ||||||||||
| Full Name: | Erel Wiira'baste | |||||||||
| Nicknames: | Star Seer | |||||||||
| Age: | 127 | |||||||||
| Deity: | Eilistraee | |||||||||
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| 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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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.)
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.