Name: Vanya
Age: 122 (looks 28-30)
Gender: Female
Race: Half-elf
Magic: Druidic Charm (can call upon dire animals to fight alongside her as companions)
Equipment: Longbow, runic quiver, poison-tipped arrows, smoke bombs, various traps, an armor-clad cloak with a wolf sigil adorning the metalwork, throwing knives, spike traps
Personality: A polite woman with just intentions, Vanya is a strong warrior who often feels most alive in the thick of a battle for a noble cause. She isn't one to part with many words and can often be short and to the point; however, isn't that how most warriors go about living? A solitary creature, the woman looks to animals for companionship and shies away from human-like warmth. While she may fight for the fleshy race that is human, she feels no attachment towards them. Many would say that her skill in speech leaves much to be desired--why should she be adept in the way of words when she has need for none? Vehlenya, her favored dire wolf, is all she needs for comfort. He is powerful, trustworthy -- and, most importantly -- does not contain the flaw that is humanity. You see, most people are greedy, selfish creatures. Animals have no such attachment to such egocentric thinking.
History: Born of human and elf, Vanya grew up in a world of confusion and without a sense of identity. Her human mother often tried to disguise her elvish descent while her father tried to teach her the ways of her birthright. Clashing ideals made for a troubled childhood, and so it was inevitable that her parents should split. She had been given a choice: Humans or Elves? Fire or ice? Humans were warm, altruistic creatures whom often loved others unconditionally...however, there were also many feverish, heartless humans whose blood boiled for wealth, glory, and bloodshed. A race of many wants, but not many needs--and then there was ice. The elves. A race of discipline, masters of passing glances but never conversation. Elves looked to skilled trades rather than lining their pockets or seeking trivial matters of love. Vanya had chosen ice. And so her human mother slipped away, torn by her only child's permanent choice. Intensive training commenced that day--a regimen of steel, wood, and sweat. After many years of honing her skills, Vanya had chosen to seek out her human mother and succeeded in finding her -- in the ground. She had learned that she had suffered a horrible, horrible fate that none deserved. The human side of her mourned for her mother and vowed for vengeance, the elvish side sought to bring peace to the wretched world through poison-tipped arrows.
Sorry, this is rather wordy. I try to make my character sheets sound much like a story. I hope this is acceptable.