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| Wraith | |
 Wraith, wearing her cloak and mask. | |
| Name | Wraith |
|---|---|
| Age | 30 |
| Race | Praethian Elf |
| Quote | "What's left to fear? I'm already dead..." |
| Gender | Female |
| Height | 6ft. 4in. |
| Weight | 250lbs |
| Body Type | Sleek, Feminine |
| Skin Color | Ghostly White |
| Hair Color | Dark Strawberry Blonde |
| Hair Length | Long |
| Hair Style | Bangs over one eye, back straight |
| Markings | Facial scarring, grotesque |
| Clothing | Non-descript traveller's clothing |
| Likes | Coffee beans |
| Dislikes | Religion, Clerics, Humans |
| Personality | Quiet, reserved, explosive when confronted |
| Occupation | Rogue Bandit |
| Class | Ranger-Rogue |
Contents |
Short Story
She was born to an average family in the small woodland community of Kim'adont (on planet Corsovia), nestled deep in the Ludakyr Forest. She was only six years old when the time of bloody tears descended on her village. How the plague began was a mystery, and its effects lethal.
At first it was thought to be a punishment from an unappeased deity, but even after a week of prayer and atonement, the deaths continued. One by one the infection spread, and on the seventeenth day after the first case emerged, she woke from a troubled sleep and found her cheeks stained with blood. Whatever it was that was killing her village now had infected her too.
Finally one of the village elders insisted that they contact human society and seek guidance in curing the terrible sickness. Queen Ara'setia heard of the plea, and ordered a squad of healers to travel to Kim'adont and assist.
Little did the elves know that this squad was not healers, but the queen's most loyal and trusted warriors.
Upon their arrival in Kim'adont, they waited till nightfall before springing into action. Their knives, swords, and arrows struck with lightning speed, sending the village into chaos. They threw torches into homes, and waited for the occupants to flee the fire before cutting them down in their doorways.
On that night she woke, hearing the death cries of her neighbors, her friends, and smelling smoke thick as ash. Her mother led her to the back door of the house and told her to stay low. She slipped into the underbrush and ran, only looking back when she heard a plea for mercy slip from her mother’s lips, and then watched on in horror as the woman's throat was slit.
Tears of saline and blood flowed freely as she watched her mother’s dying body thrown back into the spreading fire within their house like so much refuse, but knew that she had to run if there was any hope for her survival. And ran she did, as long as her legs could carry her.
Lachdanan was well known to the elves of the area. Every few months he passed through the northern tip of their land, always leaving an offering of peace whenever he crossed into their boundaries on his woodland sabbaticals. His recent trek had begun uneventful enough, just as the all the others had previously. It wasn't unusual for him to spot smoke in the direction of Kim'adont due to the cooking fires or occasional fire dance in the middle of town, but as he crested a hill he spied massive columns of smoke, and tongues of flame licking up to the sky. Unaware of the plague that had touched down in the village, he raced towards the mass funeral pyre and watched in secrecy as Ara'setia's secret order burned the village to the ground. He felt sick, and he stole away from the sight, slipping into the woods and disappearing. The village burned well through the night, and by morning was just a smoking shell of what it once was.
Lachdanan himself had walked through the night and was only beginning to settle his heart enough to sleep as the sun began to rise. As the sun began to light up the land around him, he spotted and congregation of grey and black rats moving around in some tall grass. At first he began to approach slowly, but then faster and faster. He began to shout and clap his hands loudly to scare the rats back into hiding, and once they had broken off, he stared down aghast at the pitiful visage that lay near motionless in the grass. She had made it almost as far as the river before succumbing to weakness and a sick heart, and lay clinging to life. She was so weak that she couldn't fight off the scavenging vermin that had gnawed on her face in the short few moments they had before Lachdanan scared them off. The old ranger was unaware of her illness, and looking back, he likely wouldn't have cared if he had known. He took her up in his arms and began the trek back to one of the many cottages he used when necessary.
For the next twelve years, she traveled with Lachdanan wherever he went. He became an open book, and she an eager sponge. He had plenty to teach, but not much time to teach it. Sadly, two days after her eighteenth birthday, Lachdanan's time expired, and he slipped away in his sleep. The last person she ever cared for was gone now, and it was up to her to find not only a new home, but a reason to go on living. She felt dead inside, and a small part of her had since the slaughterer in her village. Before leaving Lachdanans home for the last time, she brought the silver ornamental mask down from the mantle over the fire, staring at it as if being called too. That night she slipped out of the cottage and sealed the door behind her, armed, and identity hidden. She was no longer a little orphan girl, she was angry and felt no fear of what lay ahead, for what could she lose that hadn't already been taken from her. She was simply a ghost in the flesh, she...was Wraith.
Powers/Abilities
- Hawk-Eye - Usually refers to long-ranged attacks that can hit the target perfectly from an extreme distance.
- Rough Hide - Can take a great amount of physical abuse and survive.
- Tracking - As an agent of the forest, she is able to track like a bird of prey and hunt down her target just as quick.
- Concealment - She is able to camouflage herself into nearly any environment.
Relationships
| best friends, in love | Lachdanan (deceased) |
|---|---|
| good friends | (none yet) |
| friends, affections | (none yet) |
| acquainted | (none yet) |
| disliked | (none yet) |
| loathed | (none yet) |
| hated | Humans |
Info
Kailindrea[1] made this character, all I did was format and the small sketch. So don't compliment me!