Name:
Siella Faeren
Continent of Birth:
Valenndale
Race:
Wood Elf
Class:
Mage
Mage School of Foci:
Constitution Mage
Starter Equipment:
Siella wears protective
leather garments since she partakes in battle quite frequently while sporting her
elven cloak. Although she generally is accompanied by a companion that is better fit for killing, she can utilize her
elven short sword to kill or for added protection. Within her
small backpack she carries: a
spell book to read through to help perfect certain spells that she’s learning, a
map of whichever lands she’s treading. some
potions, food, water, and herbs for whenever the items deem necessary.
Age:
28
Personality:
Siella is very calm, collected, and determined. She despises those that underestimate her and she’ll go to great lengths to try and prove people wrong when they doubt her. Being a constitution mage, it is obvious that she is protective over her allies, and even more so when it comes to trusted companions and family. Siella is very good at subduing her anger and her emotions, commonly meditating when she’s faced with an overflow of emotions. It takes a lot to bring Siella to an uncontrollable anger.
With a history of battle under her belt, Siella has a minor case of PTSD when it comes to loud noises, generally resurfacing when she’s within an environment that is very public or eerie. Siella does have a good intuition when it comes to hostilities or threats, which is thanks to her training since she’ll need to cast a quick barrier or three when faced with sudden attacks. Although, this type of training has made her to become constantly on edge.
While Siella does have many deemed good traits, she is very hard to become close to since she’s more of an independent elf. It wouldn’t be expected, judging from her field of magic that she pursued, but she only trusts those that she finds worthy.
Character Traits:
Determined • Brave • Calm • Defensive • Initiator • Focused
Strengths:
√ Barriers and shields
√ Protective auras
√ Curing certain ailments
√ Healing minor wounds
√ Awareness
√ Mobility
Weaknesses:
Melee combat
Killing
Mobility while casting
Hostile magic
Battling by herself
Fears:
As any constitutional mage would fear, Siella would continuously blame herself
if an ally would die by her side on the battlefield. While practicing this form of magic, Siella swore an oath to protect her companions and ensure survival of those around her. Having an ally slip through her fingers and meet their fate is what Siella fears before any battle, but perhaps this is what drives her to become better. Siella also strongly fears
decisions of life and death, and
decisions of sacrifice — one can’t protect them all.
Brief History:
Born to a mighty, revered tribe leader, Siella was expected to follow within his footsteps to become the revered warrior that all of it’s tribesmen aim to be. Playful and energetic as she was, it was difficult to teach Siella the ways of their tribe, and the many responsibilities that she would grow up to acquire. The jungle was like her home away from home: meddling with fierce beasts, climbing to acquire the fruit of the tallest tree, and bushwhacking her way up a steep mountain were all daily tasks that she ignored the dangers of. Since her birth, she generated a fearless attitude towards the land, and accepted any challenge that was presented of her. While she was disciplined to stay away from these deadly provocations, she would always find herself to be in a situation that she would barely make it out of.
It didn’t take long before Siella’s magical affinity was apparent, taking on a powerful blood flow of magic that was past down from her high-elven ancestors. Praised for her gift, they bestowed the decision upon her to decide on which branch of magic she would like to pursue. For many, this would be like taking a child to a candy store, but for Siella, it was a hard decision that had no correct answer. It was a gift, yes, but a responsibility to learn the branch of magic that would suit the tribe the best. For weeks, Siella neglected traveling to the high-elves from being stumped on which magic to take up. Book after book, she would research the many different possibilities, but each one offered it’s own set of demons.
At age 15, during a time of battle and invasions, the overflow of wounded tribesmen that faced unheard of attacks is what really struck Siella to make the decision fast. A small chapter within her book suggested constitutional magic that explained the protection of allies, and healing if the protection was not enough. A clever form of magic this was, while it wasn’t destructive, it was tactical. So, Siella finally made the decision, and her free-spirit was tasked to pursue her first journey out of the tribe. Before setting off on her travels, they held a ceremony for the young girl that bestowed upon her the blessing of the tribe, and the mark on her face. This ceremony was spiritual, heart-warming, and ensured that her home will be ready to have her back at the end of her training. The tribe, saddened to let go of this child, knew she would come back with a new-found goal, and a more realistic dream that only a true leader would devise. And so she set off with her travel party, only to look back continuously until the tribe was buried along the horizon of thick trees, but even atop the mountains, she would scout out the tribe to bring back the rush of memories of her childhood.
Journeying through the forests and tasting her first experiences of true battle, she was becoming more and more ready to put her magical affinity to the test and become a new kind of warrior within her tribe. It was a long haul to reach the gates of Ellvenaan, mostly due to the hostile beasts that the travel party encountered before reaching the road. The more she travelled, the more it hit her that this quest to become a great mage was necessary, but bittersweet. She held the tears back, and only envisioned the day that she would return anew and ready to take on the role as chief of the tribe.
As she finally reached the gates, she was welcomed in and she was placed within a local inn that was owned by a former member of the tribe. Welcoming her in with open arms, and even giving her a respectful bow, she felt at home in a matter of weeks. The travel party left to return to their homelands to help battle against the invasions, while Siella began on her training to become the mage that she wished to be. Roaming the busy streets within the heart of Ellvenaan, it was difficult for her to find the mentor that she did. Within her tribe, she was respected and treated highly, but within the heavy gates of Ellvenaan, she was treated as dirt off the sidewalk. It took a few weeks of running around to finally get her head around the map she was given and she soon wound up within a sanctuary that housed incredible mages.
She then met her mentor, Erenil, whom listened to her story, saw the determination within her heart, and the light in her eyes. Taking her under his wing, she attended a school of magic, but trained with him during her free time. They built a strong connection, and she rushed to finish her schooling to hopefully return home as fast as possible. Despite her wood elf nature, she learned the traditions of the high elves and soon blended in as one, but still went back to her true heritage from time to time. Combining the combat of wood elves with the magical teaching of high elves ensured a skilled battlemage on the field. Erenil was amazed by her strength and fortitude, wishing for her to join their own army, but her destiny lied elsewhere.
After years of practice and training, just before graduating and finishing her training with Erenil, she received word that her tribe had undertook a heavy attack. Spared the details, she left without notice to journey on her own to go back to her tribe. Although the path was long, and she forgot the way, she eventually reached the mountaintops in which she scouted her home from. She remembered the location along the horizon that the tribe would lay, the spot within the valley that the tribe would mark, but it wasn’t until she reached the broken gates that her heart would sink. Leaving at age 15, and returning at age 25, her dream of returning to help the tribe thrive was shattered as she was now faced with a pile of ashes, broken buildings, and unidentifiable bodies. Journeying through the barren tribe that was once lively with parties and cheering, she tried to layout what it would be like had she returned. This tragic moment caused her eyes to form streams of tears along her face, with a heart that beat so fast it was as if it was going to stop.
Atop the staircase laid the chief’s hut, full of arrows and still smoking from a dying fire. She entered, only to see a sword stabbed within the gut of her father. His body was marked with slashes and bruises from the fight, but his death was cleaner than the rest of the tribesman. Siella approached, heaving and in despair, only to cry at his side for nearly an hour. This moment of anguish sparked a new light within Siella, adding to her already fearless personality, and making an oath to do her best to protect those that would ever come close to her. She removed the elven sword that was stabbed within him, the sword of a leader, but it was now the sword of Siella. Beautifully-crafted as it was, it was very fitting for her to use this sword until she would slay the killers of her tribe.
And so Siella set off after paying her respects to her tribe and giving them each a burial. Long days consisted of gathering rocks, digging holes, and gathering the remains of every tribesman she could. She now roams the lands as a mercenary, performing challenges to get coin, and to make a name for herself. Siella awaits impatiently for the time in which she would cross paths with the killers of her tribe to properly avenge the ones she loved.
