[B]Name:[/b] Valmoria
[B]Age:[/b] 41
[B]Gender:[/b] Female
[B]Race:[/b] Elf
[B]Physical Description:[/b]
[INDENT]An unworldly beauty in her youth, tall and fair and athletically built. Known for lilac colored eyes and an untamed mane of dark red hair that shined red-gold like copper in the sun of Aluth, just as much as she was known for full lips always seeming to wear a daredevil's grin. Though she has aged well, the most prominent change to her appearance is her once wildly kept red hair is now snow white, and carefully combed, typically pulled tight and tied behind her head.[/INDENT]
[B]Skillset:[/b]
[INDENT]Master tracker. Just as talented with bow and arrow as she is the Elvish short swords/long daggers that were once always worn on either hip. Though she has never truly stopped adventuring, Val used her success to become one of the best known Servant Brokers in the city. Though, secretly, Val has used the Indentured to also become one of the best Information Brokers in the city. [/INDENT]
[B]Far Ancestry:[/b]
[indent]Valmoria's father famously claimed descent from the ancient Elven sorceress-queen of aluth, Serrasora. Many within the wandering small Elven tribe her father led believed this to be simply a way to legitimise his authority, though her father, Halla the Healer, never once waivered in his fanatical insistence upon this claim--whether in public, or in private to his daughter. 

The Healer claims his ability to heal is aided by the last lingerings of this magic bloodline, just as he claims Valmoria's natural affinity for tracking and marksmanship are aided by the same.

Valmoria, for her part, believes her father a romantic old fool more fond of dreaming about yesteryears than he is facing the harsh realities that exist within their tomorrows. She attributes her skills to being raised an Elf, and spending all her formative years in the wilds of Aluth.[/indent]
[B]Character History:[/b]
[INDENT]Tragedy and star light brought Valmoria into the world. Born on a night renowned for the sudden appearance and brightness of a 'wild star' in the sky above, by morning Valmoria's mother would be dead. Callaelena had always been a sickly, frail, thing...but not that, or Halla, could keep her from motherhood. That she would always have her mother's love, Valmoria has never been able to doubt.

Where her mother was well known for being bookish and well learned, Valmoria was always a stubborn student, in no small part due to being possibly the most restless child in history. If she was not losing herself in the dangerous wilds of Aluth, where simply being there could be a test of survival, she could hardly sit still for long. 

Her companion for much of her life's travels was the best young scout of her tribe, Arcayssa. He taught her what her healer father knew less of, and her father taught her what he told her Valmoria's mother would want her to know. Her life remained on this mostly happy course into young adulthood, when her father suggested she, life her mother had before, journey to Dara to learn from the human wisemen and the guilds of learning. She flatly rejected the idea, only changing her mind when Arcayssa revealed romantic intentions days later.

Valmoria would never reach Dara directly, instead coming across the outriders of a mercenary group north of the human city. Though she had been warned about humans and their base instincts, Valmoria was too curious to not shadow the human riders. When they were surprised by a roaming band of Orcs, Valmoria quickly jumped in to even the playing field. The grateful humans invited her back to camp for celebration, an invitation she was prehaps too quick to accept. The food was greasy and primitive, but surprisingly good. She declined many bawdy invitations, but did accept the invitation from the outrider's officer to go out with them again. Valmoria had never extensively traveled in the wilds around Dara, and still wanted to test herself against the best of the humans.

It was during this period that a reputation in Dara of an Elf girl with serious skills began to build. When Pykas attacked the city, Val was asked if she would consider joining the defense. At first she assumed the Guardians were hoping she could enlist an Elven tribe or two to assist, and was ready to disappoint them. Instead they wanted HER, for some madness involving a trek to the heart of darkness itself. Her knowledge and experience of the continent was a boon, but when lethal danger appeared Valmoria proved herself to be pure steel. At some point during the final clash, Cyrabassis began to specifically target Val. The Elf was harder to pin down than a shadow, but whether it was the sorcerer's skill or her own misstep, the man man's magic struck home and put Val down. 

Though she would shock the sorcerer by climbing to her feet and rejoining the fight eventually, she was clearly not the same as before, and in more ways than one; such as the sudden appearance of a streak of snow white running through her otherwise fiery red hair. Over time, Val regained everything the blast took out of her. Except for her red hair, as the streak of snow white would only grow over time until not a strand of red remained. 

After the fight, Val barely stuck around long enough to re-enter the city. The last report of her was guardsman seeing her riding out a city gate, headed northwest, at full speed. And that would remain the last image of Valmoria for the city of Dara until her re-appearance over a decade later, when she began to settle into the city, doing nothing of public note for yet another decade, except getting to know the city, and the people in it, freely using her reputation as a heroine to advance her social standing with numerous factions of the large city's population. 

Valmoria would also finally begin to study within human houses of wisdom during this period, a practice she has yet to stop, even now. Much as even after making the city her home, Val is still known to just go missing for weeks or even months on end without any warning at all. Those closest to her say the Elf has to go, and do, or else. Others suspect the Elf is checking in with her old tribe. Whatever the case, the more her presence in the city grew, the more popular the mystery has became.

Feeling as if she adequately knew the city and those within it now, Val began to act in areas of public interest. She began investing in various ventures throughout the city, but none more than the brokerage of the Indentured. As an unusually connected, and popular, non-human, many poor attempting to make a life in the city simply felt more comfortable coming to Valmoria, primarily non-humans at first, then quickly humans as well. Secretly Valmoria began using the brokerage as a front for a different sort of network, one for information gathering purposes, one kept covert and in secret--even if it meant blood to silence loose lips. 

Though the powers of Dara know there is a shadow player among them, few had bothered from their lofty perches to invest much in finding more about it. And those that have suddenly found themselves with more pressing matters when the attack on the Guardians came. And even Valmoria herself is absolutely lost on what happened that day, though she intended to find out, even before the surprise of becoming a Guardian herself threw countless more doors open to her. 

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[B]Psychological Profile:[/b]
[INDENT]In her youth, she was a free spirit fond of bawdy jokes and usually seen smiling or whistling. Charm has always been a strength of Valmoria's, though she tends to shut it on and off as required, fond of privacy and distance when she isn't needing to play some part or be a charming elven ranger among the wilds. Her time with human men only increased her need for distance, and to keep her guard up. The encounter with Pykas and Cyrabassis darkened her spirit and sent her reeling into a bleak, long, period of isolatism. Only after traveling beyond her homelands and finally returning was Valmoria ready to face her past, her present, and her future.

With the wisdom of age has come something of a balance between Val's younger days and her new demons, though her wit and cunning remain sharper than ever--as does her ability to charm. What's changed, many would say, is her newly developed capacity to intimidate. As one of few non-humans with real popularity and power within the city, she has a habit of looking out for the lower classes of society, and encouraging the old powers of the city to follow the example.[/INDENT]
[B]Equipment:[/b] 
[INDENT]Two Elven short swords, curved with simple wooden handles wrapped in leather. They shine green in light. Her bow looks like an old, tried and true, Elvish hunting bow. No one has ever guessed what wood it's made from, which even Val would admit in private is difficult considering it isn't one wood, but many together as one. Upon a silver chain around her neck bluish green crystal with a naturally roundish shape. It has belonged to her family since anyone can remember--impressive for an Elf. Valmoria simply calls it a charm, though her father the Healer called it a protection pendant. She's known to dress as in various styles, from dusty leathers to exotic works of Elven fashion.[/INDENT]
[b]Titles/Holdings/Power Base:[/b]
[indent]One of the wealthiest non-humans in the city, some think she still retains wealth from her adventuring years, though for certain much of this is due to investments and the brokerage of Indetureds. The brokerage, as well as the fortified complex she calls home, both reside within the Shava District, a place she is known to walk about at random times, often eating in the same pot shops many of the city's laborers eat at. This behavior, as well as countless charitable acts behind the scenes, has moved Shava to adopt Valmoria as their own in a way. This is surely not accidental, and has not kept Valmoria safe all the time, but it does certainly make an assassination attempt sticky within the Shava district.[/indent]
[b]Relationships[/b]
[indent]Um, we'll figure it out?[/indent]