Nilfendra "Nil" Alveari.

Rogue Light Elf.

Nil stands rather tall, though average for her race, at five feet and eleven inches. With her heigh she holds a lithe, athletic build; petite features. She has deep emerald green eyes that only appear darker in contrast to her pale skin and golden blonde hair.

Bolstering-

Nil is rather mundane in most peoples minds. She is meticulous about her routines. Sleep at a certain time, wake up at a certain time. Wake up, train, eat, education, eat, education, train, eat, sleep. If anyone would catch Nil outside of her routine focus she shows her compassionate and endearing qualities. Her kindness towards those in need, to natural beings. She can be very protective at times when she determines there is an injustice against someone innocent.

Nilfendra is the only child of a modestly known Light Elven family. Most do not know of her family as it's not displayed broadly though they are near solely responsible of Light Elven armaments; most specifically the royal family and any ceremonial pieces. Despite the position their family owned a rather unassuming home on the outskirts of the main capital. They held a simple homestead, taking from the land only enough to survive and continue their work and duty.

Nilfendra since she could remember hated their position in life. Her father constantly using his time to forge weapons and et cetera. Her mother constantly tending to the house, the land, and her fathers needs. Because she was most often left to her own devices she would play with her fathers practice swords. When her body grew tired she would sit around in the forge room and simply watch sparks shoot off the anvil under the strike of the hammer. She had a complicated relationship with it all. Hating how it kept her father away but loving the beauty of the craft.

As Nilfendra began to come up in age she became an apprentice under her father; somewhat against her wishes. She had always wanted to be a fighter. Though for a time she resolved herself that this was simply her fate under Amalya. Each morning she was taught to praise Amalya before the forging began. To praise her once more at the end of the days work. Once the piece was complete it was to be offered to Amalya's figure and receive her blessing. She found this to be more ritual than actual improvements to their work. Nilfendra beginning to become frustrated that her father kept giving praise to someone else when he put in all the work and got barely anything for it, simply for the fact of 'ritualistic offerings.'

Even though these thoughts arose within her, she continued her duty to learn the craft. After a couple of years she finally began to become proficient and consistent with her craft. Now achieving this level her father began to teach Nilfendra the secret of their craft. Molecular manipulation magic. After forging and shaping the piece he would use his magic to refine it into a more pristine and powerful item. Using the magic to make the blades sharper than a razor, stronger than a shield. Light steel plate armor stronger than a denser plate. Leather's as sturdy as iron. As she began to learn this new craft her father immediately noticed how natural she was to it. This increasing his training speed with her in this technique.

Learning this new magic she began to theorize new ways to use the magic. Thinking that if it interacted with materials, it could potentially work on the body. When she was done with her work day she would spend time alone practicing on insects. It started off poorly and it was difficult to really know if it were working. It took a few days before she got up the courage to test on herself. The first time she tried she damaged her leg quite badly. From it she was laid up in bed for the next two days. After that mistake she knew it could work, though she needed to focus on how to repair herself first before she could start empowering herself.

From that point she began to make small superficial cuts on her leg and trying to help speed up the healing. At the start it began to make the wounds worse. Though through adjustments she was able to slowly seal the small cut. After a few weeks she was able to heal the superficial cut within a few hours. Feeling confident she could help her body heal she began to work on empowering her body with her magic.

The following years was dedicated to doing her work as fast as she could so she could start her secret training outside of sight of her parents. While this was happening the rage against Amalya festered. How she was forced to constantly offer her fathers hard work to a figure. Never gaining the fame her father deserved. Eventually the fester blistered over into an outburst during one of the ritual offerings. This erupted into an argument with her father, telling him to stop offering his hard work up to a deity that doesn't even care about him. To take the credit he deserves. It was a long fight, Nilfendra doesn't remember the finer details. She just remembers getting to the breaking point and deciding she needed out, to gain fame for herself and she couldn't do that here. So she took her best made weapon, a stylish rapier, and left the home. Becoming a Rogue elf and forsaking the deities. Beginning her pilgrimage to find her fame as a fighter, as she had always wished.