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Kaliya
Silver Elf
Female
199
Kaliya has the slender frame and long pointed ears common amongst the Silver Elves. Her skin is fair, her eyes the slightest blue, her long hair white, and when the light falls just right, all seem to glitter with flecks of silver like sunshine in the snow. Though she tries to keep a low profile through her simple clothing and hooded cape, her gait and gaze both betray an almost regal grace. On her side she carries an elven scimitar, and around her neck a necklace with something she tries to keep hidden.
Kaliya is armed not only with spell and sword, but also with a smile that could melt even the most northern-born cold hearts. Her aristocratic upbringing has left her gracious to a fault, but she is still a bit cautious to show her true self. Despite her highborn exterior, she has an air of vulnerability around her, haunted by her forgotten memories, and by being a stranger in this strange land. She sleeps holding her scimitar close, both for protection and comfort, it being one of her only few possessions that still connect her to her people. And although she has almost no knowledge of the customs of the Westerlands save for long-outdated ones or some overly specific ones, she does have a near encyclopedic knowledge about its astrology and history, and she will gladly babble your head off with trivia if you'd let her. Still, she tries keeping a low profile, so it might take a while for her to truly feel comfortable with others.
Kaliya is a Silver Elf, a people so elusive some even deny their existence as mere fairy tales. She hails from a land that lies in the Kingdom's snowy north. Or rather, it sometimes does. The elves' great silverglass cities are said to shimmer into the Boreal Mountains only for a short spell at a time, appearing like a mirage in its thick northern fog, before disappearing again for a few weeks, months, years, even decades. What little trade and contact the Silver Elves choose to have with the Westerlanders during these appearances is cryptic and often kept secret. And none of them in recorded history have stayed longer than strictly necessary before returning home...
So why did Kaliya leave her own kind, and come to the Westerlands on the very eve of her maturity? Well... She herself does not know either. All she knows is that she woke up in a strange land, holding a small, silver-bloodied shard with markings she knows she should know, but doesn't. She knows of her upbringing as an aristocrat, learning skills ranging from writing and chess, to sword- and spellcraft. And she thinks she knew the princess - but what was her name again?
Since she appeared in the Westerlands, Kaliya has tried to keep a low profile as she tries to figure out the mystery of her departure and her disappeared memory. Never staying anywhere long, she travels from town to town, tavern to tavern, working odd jobs from the local notice boards. It's enough to keep her from starving, but nothing like the luxury she enjoyed back home. And every now and again, she encounters the slightest hint as to where to go next...
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Name
Kaliya
Race
Silver Elf
Gender
Female
Age
199
Appearance
Kaliya has the slender frame and long pointed ears common amongst the Silver Elves. Her skin is fair, her eyes the slightest blue, her long hair white, and when the light falls just right, all seem to glitter with flecks of silver like sunshine in the snow. Though she tries to keep a low profile through her simple clothing and hooded cape, her gait and gaze both betray an almost regal grace. On her side she carries an elven scimitar, and around her neck a necklace with something she tries to keep hidden.
Personality
Kaliya is armed not only with spell and sword, but also with a smile that could melt even the most northern-born cold hearts. Her aristocratic upbringing has left her gracious to a fault, but she is still a bit cautious to show her true self. Despite her highborn exterior, she has an air of vulnerability around her, haunted by her forgotten memories, and by being a stranger in this strange land. She sleeps holding her scimitar close, both for protection and comfort, it being one of her only few possessions that still connect her to her people. And although she has almost no knowledge of the customs of the Westerlands save for long-outdated ones or some overly specific ones, she does have a near encyclopedic knowledge about its astrology and history, and she will gladly babble your head off with trivia if you'd let her. Still, she tries keeping a low profile, so it might take a while for her to truly feel comfortable with others.
Background
Kaliya is a Silver Elf, a people so elusive some even deny their existence as mere fairy tales. She hails from a land that lies in the Kingdom's snowy north. Or rather, it sometimes does. The elves' great silverglass cities are said to shimmer into the Boreal Mountains only for a short spell at a time, appearing like a mirage in its thick northern fog, before disappearing again for a few weeks, months, years, even decades. What little trade and contact the Silver Elves choose to have with the Westerlanders during these appearances is cryptic and often kept secret. And none of them in recorded history have stayed longer than strictly necessary before returning home...
So why did Kaliya leave her own kind, and come to the Westerlands on the very eve of her maturity? Well... She herself does not know either. All she knows is that she woke up in a strange land, holding a small, silver-bloodied shard with markings she knows she should know, but doesn't. She knows of her upbringing as an aristocrat, learning skills ranging from writing and chess, to sword- and spellcraft. And she thinks she knew the princess - but what was her name again?
Since she appeared in the Westerlands, Kaliya has tried to keep a low profile as she tries to figure out the mystery of her departure and her disappeared memory. Never staying anywhere long, she travels from town to town, tavern to tavern, working odd jobs from the local notice boards. It's enough to keep her from starving, but nothing like the luxury she enjoyed back home. And every now and again, she encounters the slightest hint as to where to go next...
Talents
- She is a trained spell-sword, adept at dueling with the scimitar in one hand and magic in the other.
- Her spellcasting focuses on shielding, augmenting her movements and attacks, and creating illusions for eluding enemies.
- Has a near-encyclopedic knowledge about astrology and history.
Flaws
- Knows only a few Westerlandic customs accurately.
- Gracious to a fault, but hesitant.
- Often stands out like a sore thumb despite her best efforts to keep a low profile.
Equipment
- An elven scimitar.
- A simple cotton tunic, black leather vest, boots and gloves, and a reddish-brown hooded capelet.
- A mysterious fragment of illegibly inscribed silverglass she wears as a necklace.
Miscellaneous
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