Age: 1,434
Race: High Elf
Height: 5' 3"
Weight: 108 lbs
Voice: Elena's Voice
Magical Element: Healing
School of Practice: Sothalin School Of Healing
Years of Practice: 1,352
Primary Focus: Healing
Mentor: Uustro Laulson
Affiliation: Elven
Personal Strengths:
* Healing
* Compassion
* Wisdom
* Experienced
Personal Weaknesses:
* Frail Body
* Emotional
* Doesn't speak the modern tongue
* Shy
Personality: Elena is the walking incarnation of the word "Innocent." She's shy, quiet, and often can be seen with a small blush in her cheeks when something surprises her, makes her afraid, or makes her smile and laugh. She speaks softly, and when she speaks with someone who doesn't know the High Elven tongue she uses signs and gestures to get her point across. She's a little defensive about her life story and doesn't enjoy talking about it. While it's true she's lived a happy life by majority, she's lived through horrific tragedies including one which no woman of any race should ever be forced to live through. Elena's kindness, generosity, and calm, shy demeanor have all garnered her numerous friends and allies everywhere she's gone... But they've also made her a target more times than she can count.
Biography: Elenaās story began long ago, not that she can remember it. The faces of her parents, any siblings she may have had, and any other family she may have built have all been lost to her. Nothing but blank slates she wouldnāt recognize even if they were still alive.
So how did it come to this?ā¦ Allow me to share the story.
Elena was born into High Elven society as a Maiden of Nobility. During her youth, age 30, she fell in love with and married a fellow High Elven Noble. Within the next two years they bore a daughter together whom they named Nomiya. She was their pride and joy, and looked just like her mother. However, Elenaās husband hadnāt told her of his past before their marriage. At least not the important parts. He had made promises and agreements with a clan of murderous Dark Elves in years past, and that past came back to haunt them all shortly after Nomiyaās 8th birthday. While on the road one morning, the family was attacked by those Dark Elves whoād come to collect on her husbandās debts. Upon seeing how beautiful Elena was, and how much her daughter looked like her, the pair were both taken back to the Dark Elf camp after they murdered her husbandā¦
What the pair experienced was nothing short of unspeakable. Forced to face one another with tears flowing in waves down their faces, Elena fought desperately to comfort her daughter through the ordeal, but was eventually gagged and prevented from doing so further. Late that night the pair were dumped naked, used, and freezing in the cold winter air on the side of the road. Elena crawled to her daughter and embraced her hoping the warmth of her body would help keep the girl conscious. But with blood pouring profusely from between her legs poor Nomiya didnāt survive the night, and she died in her motherās tender embrace shortly before sunrise despite Elenaās heroic efforts to save her.
Understandably, Elena was never the same again.
Still naked, frightened, injured, and freezing, Elena carried the corpse of her daughter for over ten miles to the nearest town where she was seen to by a local doctor for her condition. That evening her daughter was given a proper burial by the kindly townspeople with Elena present to light the fire.
Following this, Elena wandered the land aimlessly. The weight of her sorrow felt so intense that she was hoping in her heart it would break through her shoulders and crash through her heart and to the ground beneath her feet, welcoming her to deathās sweet release. But that death never came. What followed was only more tragedy and horror for Elena as she eventually found herself in the Orc nation of Gulturod where she was taken hostage by the Chieftan and turned into his personal sex slave. He had her to himself every night, often inviting his top warriors to partake with him, for five long years. However, Elenaās High Elf brethren never forgot or gave up on her. A rescue party tracked her down and rescued her from this fate, but by the time they reached her she was a hollow shell of her former self.
Having been brought back to High Elven society, Elena was put through intensive Healing and psychological therapy and treatment. It took many years, but she was eventually given a clean bill of health by the age of 80 and released from care. With newly renewed desire to live and to find a purpose in life, she sought a seer. And it was there that she learned she had an affinity for Healing Magic. At the seerās urging, she journeyed to the Sothalin School Of Healing where she met the Headmaster and beseeched him and his school to give her purpose I this world by helping her become a Healing Mage. The plea was accepted following the interview, and Elena was welcomed to their School where she spent the next sixty years becoming a Master of Healing Magic.
At the age of 142, she left the School and became a traveling Healer, but not before befriending a powerful warrior and mage who was also a Miithi. An Eagle, to be precise. His Eagle Form towered above her at a standing height of fourteen feet, and his wings, even in human form, were a beautiful forest green. The pair, while traveling, fell in love and shared their world together. With purpose as a healer, and a new lover to hold her close and fill her heart, Elena had found happiness once againā¦ Only for it to be taken away the night before their wedding.
That fateful day Elena and her fiancĆ©, as well as all of their friends and acquaintances, were attacked by allies of the Orcs Elena had been rescued from. The raid was conducted by a combination of humans, Orcs, Dark Elf degenerates, and a few Giants. Elenaās fiancĆ© fought like a demon to keep her and the rest of their friends safe, but he was felled by three arrows to the heart by the Dark Elf archers. Many of her friends also died that day, including a long time friend sheād known since childhood. But it wasnāt over for Elena. Before they fled the scene the raiders burned down the town the wedding was to take place in, having set explosives and using magic to do so to cover their escape. Hundreds of townsfolk died in the flames, and Elena barely escaped with her life. That night, she was forced to watch as the very same town, which had been so kind to her when Nomiya died, perished in a sea of fire along with most of its inhabitants.
Time goes on, but for Elena that time, even for a High Elf, was an eternity. At the age of 547, Elena once again found love and bore a child. This time a son whom she named Aurthor. He grew into a fine young man over the next twenty years and became a fantastic swordsman in his own right. Traveling with his Mother for her Healing journey, he served as both her family and her protection. And he was very good at what he did. However, even those who know what theyāre doing have weaknesses. Aurthorās weakness was that he was alone in his protective detail, and when he and his mother were ambushed on the road by bandits when traveling between two peaceful towns, he was, despite his motherās best efforts, struck down beyond her ability to heal. The bandits fled following his death leaving Elena to grieve the death of her son and drag his body to a more protected spot where she could lay him to rest in peace before finishing her pilgrimage.
And so time once again moved forward, but for Elena time had stopped when her son was killed protecting her. Shortly after her 1,000th birthday, Elena fell victim to an attack by a rogue Mage practicing fell arts. Memory Magic, to be precise. The mage wiped out all memories of her relationships and her magical experience. Thankfully the Mage was apprehended and executed and Elena was taken to a Healer, but sadly there was no restoring the damage. It was done, and it was here to stay.
And so we find Elena today having taken to living in solitude in the forested mountains just outside of the human city of Galaoa. She lives in peace with nature, and has done so for 434 years enjoying the simplicity of her isolation. Sheās made friends with many local animals and regularly feeds, cleans, and cares for them as a fully accepted child of the forest.
But a call is emanating from far away. A primal call for help which she can sense deep within her heart. A call which echoes in her mind every night as she tries to sleep. But from who does it come And why does it reach her so deeply and so powerfully? She has no answers, and she wonāt find them in her forest home. Butā¦ Sheās reluctant to leave it and seek the answers she craves.
Perhaps a group of travelers will be able to convince her to come with them, hearing the call as well?