Alias: Currently, she goes by Tarora Shadefell.
Actual Age: Somewhere in her forties. She opted to stop keeping track soon after she was cursed, seeing no point in it.
Appeared Age: She’s often told she looks somewhere between 17 and 19. Which sometimes means people underestimate her, which she quite enjoys proving to be a bad idea.
Race: Elagon--A powerful breed that is essentially a type of dragon-elf half-breed. For nearly eight-hundred years, the world has believed this race to be extinct, cutting the once proud species down to little more than fanciful, terror-filled lore to scare children into behaving. And even then, the race has been distorted into a neigh unrecognizable form in stories. The race was once hunted by humans for their rarity and the superstition that by having one in or around your household--alive or dead--guarantees long life and riches for anyone residing there. Alas, with the death of those of Rayadell’s clan around thirty years past, as far as she knows, she truly is the last of her kind.
Dragon Bloodline: Her line stems from silver dragons. Her family had prided itself for many generations about their dragon and elf sides being neigh equal, giving them the potential of being the strongest of their kin.
Appearance: Rayadell has the agile, lithe, form of an elf. She stands at about 5’6,” has slightly pointed ears, a snowy complexion, and silver eyes with pupils that constrict into slits. She usually keeps her white hair trimmed so it’s shorter in the back, but long in the front, which is rarely seen not covering the left side of her face. The tips of the longer portions are stained black. She also tends to keep her strong fingernails fairly long. On the dragon side of things, she has a tail covered in fine, silver scales, and it ends in a slender, sharp spade. White feathery spines run down from about her mid-back to the tip of her tail. She also has a pair of leathery wings, their arms covered in the same type of scales as her tail, and the membranes a translucent white spiderwebbed with purple and blue veins. Finally, in various areas, her skin gives way to scales on various parts of her body, as described below.
Distinguishing Marks: Scales: The base of the right side of her neck to the end of the shoulder, which also extends to create a sinuous line down her back. Triangular patches on both hands extending from the wrist to her middle knuckle. Her left side, following her rib cage then stretching toward her bellybutton and pooling near her heart. The tops of her feet. Other: Rayadell has one other mark of note: swirling, silvery spirals with black speckles that makes it glitter sinisterly in the right light with a malicious magic. They mark the left side of her face from the corner of her eye to her jawbone. She usually easily conceals this with her hair.
Clothes Wear: Rayadell does everything in her power to keep her dragon aspects hidden, to keep suspicion from arousing around her. Which, thankfully, proves to be a fairly easy--if not annoying--task. She usually wars a pair of fingerless gloves, and, for when she goes into towns, has a worn brown cloak that serves the purpose of hiding her tail and wings when she has them tucked into her body as tightly as possible. With such things as wings and a tail to accommodate, she usually wears something with an open back, and customizes the pants and belt she wears to allow for her tail. She also has a belt that has a couple small pouches on it, a waterskin, and her knife. Jewelry: Despite her attraction to such things, she has very few jewelry items. She has a gold pendant with silver accents creating peacocks on either side of an amethyst, and a few chains connecting to the pendant. She also has a thin golden bangle studded with various gemstones that alerts its wearer of nearby spells and enchantments intended to harm dragons or other reptilian species.
Inventory: In addition to the pouches on her belt, she also has a small pack she has modified to be capable of being strapped to fit just between her wings. In the Backpack: A couple spare changes of clothes. A bit of food, for in case she is incapable of catching or finding anything to eat on her travels. A small kit with medical supplies. Some rope, because you never know when that'll come in handy. In One Belt Pouch: Small whetstone for her knife (the blades of her staff are enchanted, and rarely, if ever, dull), a few coins from a few different currencies tucked away in a smaller pouch, needle and thread for quick repairs. In the Other Belt Pouch: This one is specially designed and padded to safely hold six small vials of liquid: 1) A vial of clear liquid that shimmers a light purple when shaken. A good sleeping draught. “Draught of the Sleeping Fool.” 2) One of a liquid that looks like molten gold. A strong healing potion known to cure many poisons as well as physical wounds. “Sanitum Elixir.” 3) A liquid of a fiery, swirling red. With a little magical boost, it creates an explosion upon breaking. “Burning Flask.” 4) An opalescent liquid. Induces a temporary bout of insanity in whoever drinks it. “Insanity’s Awakening.” 5) A thick, vibrant green liquid. A truth serum. 6) A vial half the size of the others partially filled with a black liquid, and is kept in a hidden pocket inside the pouch. A fast-acting, deadly poison. “Death’s Shadow.”
Weapons: A dussack knife, just in case. A duo-bladed staff: Made of a sturdy wood that has withstood many a battle, it is carved and painted with such skill that it looks as if hundreds of leafy vines wove together with the sole purpose of creating it, the forms of various types of creatures roosting, peering, and prancing through the plants. A band of a silver metal tips it at either end, and, with a little use of her magic, the blades, which rest hidden inside the sturdy shaft, will emerge. She uses it as both a walking staff and a weapon when the need arises. She purchased this from a band of traveling sorcerers known as The Great Rerecri, who were renowned for their fine crafts and powerful enchantments--and for dealing with anyone--before their time came to an end around twenty-five years ago.
Physical Abilities: She is a good fighter with staves and other polearms, and decent with the bow. She has the speed and elegance of an elf, good low-light vision, enhanced senses, and is a fair flyer (but excellent diver), though she doesn’t often utilize that form of travel for fear of being spotted. She also has a high heat and cold tolerance.
Magical Abilities: She is capable of communicating with nature, and can cast a select few spells, though using magic physically drains her and she is not very good at it, and there are plenty of times when even nature will shy away from her and refuse to speak to her because it can sense the curse about her. From her dragon blood, she is capable of controlling and conjuring white fire.
Languages: Common, Elven, and Draconic.
Personality: To the eyes of the world, Rayadell has grown cold and callous, shutting everyone out and trusting no one. She is a loner, keeping to herself and avoiding working with others, but, beyond her hard shell, she longs to be close to someone, and has a kind heart, even if it does not outright show. She desires to use the curse that has been cast on her to do good, to use the life it’s given her to help and save as many people as she can. She is a fierce fighter and protector, though she is careful to never grow close to anyone. When she is being paid to accomplish something, or if she has already agreed to aid someone, no matter what it is, she will see it through to the end, and do everything in her power to see that the mission is successful. However, she has a quick temper, and a malice worthy of a drow if you really get on her bad side.
Major Positive Traits: Resolute. Honorable. Adaptable. Adventurous. Seemingly fearless. Self-reliant. Active.
Major Negative Traits: Short-tempered. Aloof. Untrusting. Harsh. Impatient. Restless.
Ticks and Tags: Ticks: She frequently fingers the necklace she always wears, or plays with her knife. When she gets angry or extremely frustrated and is not careful to catch herself, she will either let out a beastly, guttural growl, or a plume of smoke rises from her nostrils... if not both. Tags: The feeling of the magic of the curse (as explained below) is noticeable to the right people when within close proximity. She always smells faintly of rain and evergreen needles. She is extremely short with, well, everyone.
Cherished Object: The necklace as described in “Clothes Wear.”
Other: Her dragon blood has given her an affinity for fine art, expertly cut gems, intricate carvings, and jewelry, though she does not keep much of any of that about her person. Unlike many types of elves, she is incapable of living off a vegetarian diet, and needs to consume meat to survive.
The Curse: The short version? She’s cursed to spend eternity alone. The long version? Better pull up a seat. There are two main parts to the curse: 1) It has essentially given her eternal life, and, even if she wanted to end it all, it prevents her from allowing her own demise. 2) Should she fall in love, death would soon befall the object of her affection. However, through the years, she has also found that if she so much as works too closely with people for too long, her companions will begin to fall ill over time, the curse slowly draining the life from them unless she leaves them far behind. She has found that there’s no predicting how long it will take the curse to affect those around her thustly, the amount of time varying from one person to the next. It could take days, weeks, months... Another, secondary effect of the curse is that, while the rest of her race was capable of masking their dragon side, she is bound to her mixed form, ever winged, tailed, and partially scaled. As Rayadell has regretfully found out, while she is capable of telling others of her curse, anyone to whom she tells the details are marked for a gruesome death. Finally, anyone with decent experience in magic can sense the dark powers of the curse around her. Many animals as well as plants can also sense this.
Bio: (I feel so lazy right now with this...)