" Loyalty bound by magic. "Basic info
Name: Nemirwen
Gender: Female
Race: Low Elf
Deity: Daeben - god of shadows, father of souls.
Age: 21
Body Type: lean, gentle curves
Height: 5ft6
Weight: 162Lbs
Complexion: Unblemished pale skin
Hair: long/brown/well kept
Eyes: Visibly blind, little difference between the iris and the white of the eyes.
Personality: Quiet / Submissive / Caring
Likes: Animals / Children / Magic / Serving
Dislikes: Leading / Verbal abuse / ignorant attitudes
Description
A small elf with unblemished skin and long brown hair. She always covers her eyes if she can help it. Like most elves she is thin and comparatively pale when placed beside many of the other races. Though she is well beyond her youth, it seems like magic has kept her age and allowed her body and even her mind to stay young, hence her often childlike attitude.
Biography
Nemirwen is a low elf, a rare species once thought killed off. Her kind are extremely receptive to magic, much more so than any other mortal race. This makes them very powerful mages and allows them to learn things in weeks where others would spend years if not decades to learn the same. The only downside, or upside depending on who looks at it, is that none of her kind are able to use magic unless a certain ritual is performed, binding them to somebody as a servant, body and soul. This is why they are called low elves, a race bound by fate to serve others, to be trod upon and used by every other living thing in the universe
Low Elves bound by the ritual are forced to complete tasks set upon them by their masters, those who bound them. This does not extend to those who command their master, the ritual only extends to commands given by their true master. When giving a command the master must put weight behind the words, some use a certain tone, while others start or end the command with a certain word, all suffice as long as clear intent weighs down their command. A low elf is only able to change masters if a written contract is exchanged or their current master is killed, forcing them to conduct a new ritual.
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Nemirwen was found many years ago, bound in a crystal hidden within the ruins of her long forgotten city. Since then her ownership has been found in many hands, her most recent owner being the master of a slave trade operation, who often uses her to cast protective and preventative spells upon his goods in order to prevent everything from bandits, guards and thieves. This man has a large intrest in gold, but is not an idiot. Those who wish to take Nemirwen by force will be forced to contend with a creature bound by the will of another, and with power that makes a arch-mage look like a scribe in comparison. Though, if somebody were to spirit her away or kill the man before he could issue a command, Nemirwen would find herself in the company of a possible master.
Deep within the Shifting Sands lays a city known for it's corruption that spreads high up into the goverment, allowing bandits and slave traders to roam free and do what they wish. Crime rules this city hidden in the sands, yet a single shining gem of purity hides within the grubby palms of the famous slave trader Gilgamos, a Low Elf. Gilgamos currently hides within the city, selling off his most recent catches and spending a bit of leisure time as she shows off his prized slave.
Gilgamos was actually a good looking man, 6ft3 with dark skin, his body a mass of natural muscle. He almost always wore only a set of silk trousers, the only gem he wore being a large gold ring inlaid with multiple small sapphires, a ring that he constantly spun on his finger. "
Watch, as I said before she does anything I ask. " He turned to the elf that sat kneeling on a pillow at his side, fidgeting with a soul gem and other small magical trinkets. His voice was surprisingly soft as he spoke to her, as if he spoke to a lover instead of a slave. "
Come, Sit with me. " The elf did as she was told immediately, sitting in the man's lap and fufilling a command she had been given many times before. She went back to fidgeting with the trinkets she held as Gilgamos wrapped an arm around her waist and laughed. "
She does as she is told, whenever she is told, the fact she is a skilled mage only makes it even better. "