Born the daughter of an elf-human coupling, Sarinnas has always been looked at with disdain. Her elven relatives see the half-elf as a blight on their house, often making a scene whenever Sarinnas is around. Whereas most individuals would take issue with such harassment, however, Sarinnas willingly takes her undeserved torment, seeing it as nothing more than a challenge. Blind, misguided rage is a dangerous weapon, but an anger-fueled resolve, harnessing the hate for one's betterment? Now there lies true power, or so she believes.
Of course, life wasn't always "doom and gloom". Sarinnas' childhood was as regular as one gets, with her family living far, far away from their elven brethren near the northern wastes. Despite her mother's connections, her father had insisted on keeping a simple farmer's life as his father and grandfather before him had done.
It was a boring, rural lifestyle, but it was also a life Sarinnas would come to miss.
When the orcish hordes descended from the snowy north upon the southern human strongholds, Sarinnas set herself on a path she could not return from even after her elven kin begrudgingly took her in after the death of her parents. From that day on, the macabre dance of death had the half-elf; her hands forever bloodied and her life by the sword, brewing a bubbling darkness within her soul—a darkness that may just yet consume Sarinnas whole.
Of course, life wasn't always "doom and gloom". Sarinnas' childhood was as regular as one gets, with her family living far, far away from their elven brethren near the northern wastes. Despite her mother's connections, her father had insisted on keeping a simple farmer's life as his father and grandfather before him had done.
It was a boring, rural lifestyle, but it was also a life Sarinnas would come to miss.
When the orcish hordes descended from the snowy north upon the southern human strongholds, Sarinnas set herself on a path she could not return from even after her elven kin begrudgingly took her in after the death of her parents. From that day on, the macabre dance of death had the half-elf; her hands forever bloodied and her life by the sword, brewing a bubbling darkness within her soul—a darkness that may just yet consume Sarinnas whole.
