I am Aizlyra daughter of a great commander of a city far from Seringale,
a city made up of nothing but a beautiful forest. He was a wise commander a
great commander but he did not know how to keep the law as best as he
should. The city was eventually ransacked and burnt to the ground by
raiders and thieves and my father was slain. I managed to flee and find
refugee within Seringale. I wish to follow in my fathers foot steps and
rebuild my home with a stronger foundation of law from where I hope to learn
it from the Justice. And so my path begins.
Description:
Fierce and honed like the toughest of bark, before you stands a female elf slight of frame and misleadingly delicate in stature. While not youthful, she has a timeless beauty about her that can not be easily explained. Despite her small size, her eyes burn with a fierce fire that belies and adds a strange contradiction to the overall sense of wisdom and serenity that exudes amidst her aura of power. Her skin is a rustic tan that seems to speak of a century worth of sunny days spent beneath the skies. Her hair however is as dark as the deepest of night skies and grows as eternally as the raven's call. Left uncombed and unattended, it flows about her with a will of its own that can only be matched by this elf's boundless spirit.
