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Saera Vandiir


Age: 182

Gender: Female

Class: Bard/Warlock

Species: Half-Elf (High Elf)

Alignment: True Neutral (erring on the side of chaos)

Appearance: Saera is a six foot tall girl, slender but healthy, with yellow tinted skin. Her ears long and pointed, though not as long as those of a full-blooded elf. She has long blonde hair, and she keeps it in a ponytail to keep it out of the way of her lute and the show off her undercut, which is on the back of her head and is shaped like a flower. Her eyes were not always the lavendar shade that they are now: they were once green, but have since changed with the pact she made.

Personality: As haughty as her high elven cousins, she believes that no creatures will ever be able to match the elves in skill, intelligence, or beauty. That being said, she is an edgy little punk that thinks she is far cooler than she actually is.

Backstory: From a very young age, her talent for music was hard to miss, even in the high elven society in which she grew up. Though the other haughty high-borns around her wouldn't admit it(besides her very proud mother), the half-blooded girl actually matched all those around her in musical skill. Intent on making her people see her as a true elf, she traveled to a prestigious bard's college to prove her skills.

Unfortunately, she soon learned that she was not, by any means, the best musician there. Considering herself a disgrace to her people, and hating that all of her time spent practicing was a waste, she began to pray to the gods. Each god offered her great spiritual power for healing or prowess in battle, but they id not offer her what she sought. She turned to a different source.

Her ritual summoned several demons, but upon hearing her request, all but one disappeared. The others knew that Borasaek was the one to answer her plea. Borasaek (who goes by Boras) made a pact with Saera, giving her unmatched musical ability in exchange for her eternal soul after she dies.

She regrets this decision because she can't stand Boras, who will give his two cents on most situations and can appear at will, or simply speak aloud through the pendant that will one day capture her soul.

Skills: She can play any musical instrument easily and quite well, as per her pact. Having a demon patron also grants her with the ability to cast spells, though she won't use any that deal damage unless her life is endangered.

Weaknesses: Though she is not yet required to do his bidding, she is a servant of Boras, and can at any time be physically controlled by him. Additionally, she has been shunned by the gods of good for making a pact with Boras, and thus must beware of their holy symbols for fear of what might happen to Boras (she wants to try and break her pact with him, but doesn't want to know the consequences of trying).

Weapons: Bow and arrows, lute (focus for magic)

Extra:
  • Her full first name is Nythasaera
  • Boras sucks
  • 3 edgy 5 u
Clover looked up at Lilith and gave her a small smile.

"Thank you." She whispered back.
Clover looked at the fort with a mixture of fear and anger. So much wood, wasted on a fort that wasn't even enough protection to keep a beast out. But she wanted to go inside. She did not wish to miss anything, and she certainly didn't want to ignore this place while it was stationed in her forest.

She pondered. How to cover up the fact that she was a nymph. She had clover flowers growing from her head amidst her hair. Without a hood or a way to put her hair up to make the flowers look like decoration, she had no idea what to do.
Clover easily matched the speed of the woodsman, which would be surprising for someone of her stature were she not of the forest. She walked beside Lilith, smiling at the wolf and ever so gently batting at him with her hands, mock playing with him as another pup would.
Clover smiled as she looked at the wriggley little pups. What innocent little souls. She gave a soft, comforting whimper, sounding as a wolf to the untrained ear.
Clover gasped, the sadness she had been feeling for the poor unfortunate pups disappearing.

"We will be raising them?? Oh, joyous day!!"
After several minutes, Clover returned. She had a look of mixed emotion on her face.

"The whereabouts of the pups' pack is unknown...they fled when threatened by the large wolf, and have since left this forest behind. They are likely alive, but it is doubtable that they would accept their pups back...the poor dears..."
Clover smiled with wild excitement.

"Oh, I have not had the chance to speak with wolves for so many springs! I would be more than happy to ask my nearby Sisters if they know anything of a pack!"

With that, she turned and ran into the forest, the only sound she made being an eager giggle.
Clover, hearing this, suddenly emerged from her home plant. To the mortal eye, it looked as though she appeared out of thin air amongst the clover patch, in a sitting position, and then stood.

"Pups? What pups? There are pups?"

Hearing that the wolf-kin did not sound worried, she was excited. Pups! How old? Were they friends?
Clover, who had no need of sleep but rather of a type of meditation, was nowhere to be seen. Rather, a small patch of clover lay near the edge of the clearing where she had been, a sprinkling of fresh few covering the leaves.
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