Name: Lianne 'Lily' Marzof
Age: 68
Appearance:
Birthplace: Boreas, raised in Zenterr
Personality: Lianne is somewhat boisterous and flashy person, walking with her head tall in pride and defiant of a world that seems to always bring her down. She takes the duality of her life and runs with it... embracing being both human and elf, warrior and wizard, of Dark and Lightning. She tries to help her fellow Half Elves to stand up for themselves, but has nothing but scorn for those who surrender their pride and keep their head low. More than anything, she embraces her own self and desires and wishes to become the greatest version of herself possible.
Race: Half Elf
Canon or OC: OC
Weapon: Short Sword
Thauma #1: Shadow
Thauma #2: Volt
Base Artes/Spells: Artes: Lightning Blade, Volt Dagger (Shoots from an empty hand a dagger made of electricity at the enemy), Shadow Whip (Creates a long whip of darkness to strike at the enemy) Spells: Spread Zero, Lightning,
Bio: Born from the affair of an elven noble, Lord Lorand Grailwood of Boreas and a human maid, Rose Marzof, Lianne never truly knew her father as when he heard of her possible birth not only did he cast her mother off his home, but even hired thugs to kill her. Only the intervention of a kind man in the dark alleys of Boreas prevented Rose's murder and her subsequent flight from the land of her birth. Loved by her mother, she nevertheless had a rough childhood... smaller than all of her peers due to a slow aging process and always having to do her best to hide her half elven nature to avoid bullying and being an outcast. However, such a secret could only be kept hidden for so long... after the which, the family of two had to move often. After near two decades of fleeing and hiding, something broke within Lily, which had her finally stand up for herself. Stress, fear, and self loathing of her own birth festered in her heart for too long until one day she exploded and struck out against her tormentors. A girl and furthermore a frail elf, her outrage sparked the Shadow magic within her... and enough sheer ferocity that she managed to drive off her attackers. Battered and wounded but still victorious, that moment brought tears of joy and laughter into her... and they would mark the birth of a new Lianne. Trading fear, subtlety and meekness for courage, brashness and strength, she cultivated herself to become stronger and take pride in herself... as a way to spite all who hated half elves, she would love herself all the more. By the time her mother died of natural causes, the still young half elf had molded herself into a spellsword, heedless of the 'easy' path of the Sect of Maxwell and thus becoming a hunter of monsters and mercenary for hire, cultivating a reputation to offset the prejudice against her race.