Description

Personality

Nevarial doesn't just think she is the most beautiful and important being in Eldrath, she knows it. Mirrors do not lie, nor do the scrapping and groveling masses of the elven people. To her common elves, except her sister, the Queen, are animals to be cared for but not treated as equals. Humans and dwarves she sees as crude beasts, necessary allies who will one day be brought to their proper place when the greater evils are eradicated. Other more monstrous races are to ugly for her pristine mind to even sully itself by considering. She once looked upon an orcish slave by accident and nearly fainted: the ugliness, the barbarity. In her view, her sister is far to easy on such beasts. Were she queen, no monster would live even in slavery. All would be sent to oblivion at the edge of pure elven steel.

History

The youngest of her family but always her father's favorite, Nevariel got everything she asked for. She spent her youth flying on her pet pegasus and learning the arcane arts from the oldest and wisest elven magi. Though, she never saw much use for magic, her arcane lineage assured she excelled at it without trying. At the age of 34, around 11 in human years, she travelled to the Academy of High Arts while her elder sister began her tutelage for eventually ascending to the throne. Jealous of her sister and annoyed by the prison of books she found herself locked within, Nevariel grew more and more spiteful. By the time she graduated, an Arch Magus, she had but one desire, take the throne for herself and kill anyone and anything in her way.