First Name: Elvorfiwien ((Elvor named green flower)) Last Name: Ha'maline
Appearance: Race: Copper Elf Age: 86 *** Height 5'11 --freakishly tall, yes this is intentional. Weight: never you mind! Eyes: hazel Hair: brown with a hint of green Facial Hair Style: She is a woman!
Personality Profile: General Health: Very healthy Deity: Currently: Hanali Celanil , pays due respect to Tempus as well Initial Alignment: N with leanings toward lawful. Profession: Former solider, former slave Base Class & Proposed Development: Find out with RP Languages: Elf, common, Alzhedo, Ancient Draconic Weapon of Choice: Scimitar Background:
Known origin: Born on the Bandit wastes near northwall mountains tribe of wandering elves. Kidnapped at a young age around six decades ago. Spent nearly forty years as a slave in Calimshan. Had three husbands, the last died two decades ago which she loved dearly and still mourns. After her husbands death a warlord offered her a place in his army. A bit over a decade later she found herself without an army for undisclosed reasons and took the time to travel east again attempting to track down her family / extended family. Learning nothing, defeated and directionless she returned to amn where she heard rumor of black orcs massing in the sharpteeth. Traveled northwards to Baldurs gate to aid in the war against the orcs, but arrived shortly after it ended.
Goals:
Become more in control of her life and accept her past. Become one with the elf community Help rebuild Doran Amar
Improve elf relations.
Route the orcs in the sharpteeth
Learn more about the Seldarine and find a new path and rediscover an old one
Find any immediate and extended family, reconnect with any who still live.
Traits:
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts:
Good Dancer
Follows orders
Shops a bit too much Often wears a wig in human dominated lands Has recently let her hair grow out a little.
Has grown uncertain about her faith and path.
***Mature for her age as a hard life tends to do. Considered emotionally mature, not a child character. ***
/// A few know more details about her through in game RP. As more things become public, I will add background. If a DM has questions, send me a PM and I will fill him/her in on specific details
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Elvorfiwien had recently had a public emotional reunion with her long lost brother, Calavia. (at least 4 other PC's were there in the FAI interior).
Both were surprised the other was alive. Calavia said he was told that all his family had perished. Elvorfiwien explained to he that their mother Elemehzara, sister Elzenitria, and ==as of yet unnamed extended family== had been put up on slavery auction blocks individually sixty six years ago. Both had scoured the bandit wastes for remenants of lost family and found nothing. They assumed their older brother Ruaro dead. Calavia seemed reluctant to talk about their father.
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Forgot to add: Elvo and Calavia's tribe were/are devote of Henali Celanil.
New addtion: Elvofiwien now freely admits she honors Tempus above all others, however she wishes a new path for herself. A life dedicated soley to warfare no longer appeals.
Due to recent events and a lack of people actually trying to convert Elvorfiwien despite hints, she has returned to worship the god of her birth. Hanali Celani being she. She will always honor Tempus for saving her from a life from slavery and making her into the strong woman she has turned into.
Rebel elf?:
An ultimatum was given. One she would have simply obeyed without second thought months ago when she first came to the sword coast, but this is not the same woman. She saw through the facade of anger as heard the true words spoken a month earlier with her own two ears. How can one who was known as a rebel, disobeying orders, much to the chagrin of his former superiors command others to obey without question, without debate. No more blindly following orders from those whom she does not know well.
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Much of backstory has been revealed already so, I'll fill in a few details for those who might be interested.
An investment:
A tall melancholy, elf, who often gently weeps is lead around the auction block. Her head tilted down, gaze afixed upon a point directly ahead of her. Much to the dismay of her captors there is little interest. She is threatened often and physically abused, though nothing that would cause scaring. They would not want to devalue their goods. Abdul, a man who is kind in his own way, but driven primarily by obtaining riches sees the woman and decides to make an investment in her. He haggles with the slavers and procures himself a very favorable deal in which he aquires the young elf. He is kind to Elvorfiwien, but firm. She is his investment and he expects to make a great deal of coin off of her. Abdul encourages her to do things that make her happy, playing instruments, singing, and dancing. All skills highly prized by as a Kadin. The woman of his house teaches her basic manners. Slowly she learns to smile once again and more and more often it is genuine. A bit over a year passes and Abdul realizes it is time to cash in on his investment. He offers her up on the block looking to make a large deal of money.
Life as a Kadin:
A warlord named Hayyan had recently bartered away a few of his wives and was looking to replace them. He saw the tall, young, trained elf and he decided he would have her. While he had no particular interest in her, he did realize that others may well appreciate such exotic beauty. Hayyan secretly bartered with Abdul and a deal was reached. Hayyan's guards led Elvorfiwien away into his palace. The life of Kadin is demanding. Elvorfiwien and the other Kadin were expected to entertain guests, but that was but a small part of how time was spent. The Valide made sure that every slave was using their time productively. Lessons on manners, etiquette, mannerisms, writing, sewing, music, dancing, and for those who had talent, singing, among a number of other things. The women in the harem are competitive. Each trying to improve one's own station and lifestyle, as an Elf, Elvorfiwien was never able to rise in station. After a decade, Elvorfiwien began to scheme to improve her sitiuation. An opportunity presented itself. She was charged with entertaining a warlord named Jabbral and immediately noticed she caught his eye. She spent time with him, whispering in his ear that she wished to go with he. A passionate and impulsive man, he approached Hayyan, a deal was agreed upon. Being the man he was, Jabbral was immediately smitten with her and made her first among Kadin. That however, did not last. As the years when by, he lost interest in the elf slave and found new favorites. After five years, elvorfiwien, forgotten and slowly sliding down the "ranks" became melancholy once again.
Hanali's blessings:
Arros, son of a wealthy merchant who had recently passed on, was approached by Jabbral who had dealt with his father. He wished to take advantage of the situation and the young man drawing up a new agreement. As is customary, Jabbral had his Kadrin entertain the young man. A young eloquent elven dancer catching his eye more then the others. She caught his eye, moreso, because he pittied her. Arros was a kind hearted man, one who could read into the depths of souls. He easily pierced the elfs fake smile and pleasant demeanor. Jabbral noticed Arros had no wives and he offered any among his own as barter. Aaros thought a moment and picked three women, all whom were long forgotten by jabbral and he was happy to get rid of.
Love and slavery:
Being the most experienced and thoughtful among the three, Aaros immediately made Elvorfiwien his Valide, first wife. She would be responsible for the other wives and future children. As time passed Elvorfiwien regained her zeal for life and Aaros became smitten with her. He began to court her, proper. Elvorfiwien, never been treated so well by a man before in her life, quickly fell for Aaros as well. She feel deeply in love with him as the years passed. Aaros loved her true, but his love was not exclusive to she. Still, among his wives he spent nearly half of his free time with she. They spoke regularly of children.
Love lost:
Elvorfiwien is frantic, thoughts race, memory flashes, tears run down her cheeks, her love being murdered in front of her very eyes. She panics, runs. Too frightened to be mournful, she is being chased. Into a corner. There is no escape. The men close on on her, she turns to face them. Dropping to her knees. Her hands hit the ground in front of her. She feels pain. She looks down her hand, it is bleeding. Sorrow and fear turn into blinding rage. She picks up the sword, slowly stands and stares at the men who laugh among themselves. She yells, charges, catches one by surprise severing limb from body. Eyes wide open teeth clenched, she screams. The mecenaries are taken aback, she plunges sword deep within abdomen and quickly spins to strike with all her might. Blade swiftly buries deep into the mans neck, he slowly slumps over. A man slashes at elvorfiwien's head, she instinctively ducks and slashes the mans quads. He crumples over. The remaining man panics, he runs for his life. He runs to Izaal, a warlord and his employer who takes no mercies upon him. He beheads him with a one quick blow. Izaal gazes upon the woman, adorned in blood soaked finearies . He is amused he grins sheepishly at the lady stroking his beard, and taunts her: "Concumbine, if you surrender and visit my bed chambers I may let you live" . She grits her teeth and lets out a loud scream, charging at the Izaal, swinging widly. He easily parries her attacks, toying with her, taunting her. Minutes go by and rage subsides, she steps back and drops to one knee to catch her breath. She knows she is defeated. Izaal, bemused comes closer and says quietly "Your beloved is dead, and now, you are...." In Izaal's arrogance, he assumes her will to fight is broken and pays for it with a slash to the arm. He screams in pain, quickly using the pummel of his weapon to hit elvorfiwien square in the temple. Knocking her unconscious.
Choices:
Elvorfiwien awakes in a cell, feet and hands shackled. She is left there to rot for a tenday, visited only by a Eunich who routinely cleans her wounds and gives her water. Her mood switches from bitter sorrow and mourning to that of intense anger. On the tenth day, she is unshackled. The Eunich gives her something presentable to wear. Izzal approaches her and makes an offer. She spits in his face. He laughs heartily. "this woman has spirit! We shall see how long it lasts". He allows her to remain unshackled, and leaves her in the cell. Another tenday passes, water is given but no food. She begs and pleads with the Eunic to sneak in something, anything. The Eunic, can't bear to look her in the eyes, he would not disobey his master for fear of the rack or worse. Izaal enters at the end of the tenday, he makes an offer, slightly better then the last. Delirious from hunger, she ponders the offer, much to her own dismay. This man is responsible for the death of her love. She finds the will to decline. By the time the third tenday Elvorfiwien is a broken woman, hallucinating. She no longer hungers, but she knows if she does not eat soon she will soon die. Izaal enters again. Looks at the lady crumpled on the floor, demands that she stand. She uses a support to very slowly pull herself up, leans against it, wobbly. Izaal, is not entirely heartless. He makes one last offer. Serve him well and be expect to be well paid. He throws some coin down at her feet as a symbolic jesture. Else you can rot away in here and starve to death ((bluff, he would have killed more swiftly as she had endured enough by his estimation)). Not saying a word she nods, emotionless. Her will being broken for the second time...
((er....given that I described Izaal, I think people can put 2 and 2 together what it might be like serving such, but I'll still leave things a bit vague. ))
Devote of Tempus:
She regained her strength, she was to be trained in the art of warfare. Spar, study, train, she lived and breathed it. Izaal deeply despised elves, but she was the exception. He found her focus and ambition impressive. Her firey nature, her inner rage seductive. Elvorfiwien would be no slave as he had promised nor would he take her as wife. She only wished to prove her worth to him, as she had done so many times before with her past masters.
--Some yet undisclosed stuff n things happened and such over a period of a decade or so --
Truely free:
Her company was routed. She had been defeated, utterly, nearly to the last man. The enemy field commander had duped her in his tactical brilliance. Her life was forfeit.. She returned with whomever was left and that had the courage to face Izaal. Elvorfiwien would assume all responsibility for this failure, after all it was her failure, not theirs. She approached Izaal expressionless, already having prepared herself for death. She kneeled before him and said three words "make it swift". Izaal being middle aged when he first bested Elvorfiwien, had fallen ill. He drew his weapon has he had done many times before and dropped it. A clanging echo ringing throughout. He said "Leave. Find your family". She could not believe her ears, she slowly looked up and stared at the man. "Go, Elvorfiwien,,, Now!" As she gathered her things she noticed a small gem bag was left for her and it began to sink in. She is free, truely and utterly. A scary idea for one who had served as slave and wife for over four decades.
Elvorfiwien wanders the bandit wastes, northwall mountains, and much of halruua searching for signs of her lost kin. She hears rumor, but nothing specific, nor any information that was not already known. Nothing at all concerning her blood kin. It had been nearly sixty years since she had been kidnapped, whomever survived the massacre moved on long ago, one way or another. She booked passage to Calimport. As the ship neared the harbor, memories of the distant past flooded into her mind. Men screaming in agony at whips crack, slaves being beaten to death in the streets in the back of her mind. She trembled in fear and simply could not summon the courage to set foot there again. Elvorfiwien quickly booked passage to somewhere else, anywhere else, and arrived in Athkatla where she lived as a mercenary for various merchant companies of reputation. Life was well enough, plenty of coin for tavern, theatre or other entertainment. An emptiness still resided within, for she lacked purpose and family. Over a months time she heard rumors of orcs massing on the sword coast. Considering the situation carefully and feeling that it was her calling to aid against this foe traveled northwards up the tradeway.
Elvorfiwien sits legs crossed at the encampment in Triel meditating, when a familiar elf arrives, it's her brother Calavia. The jovial elf sneaks up behind her and gives her a hug. After some light laughter and merriment, Calavia pulls Elvorfiwien aside and they talk in low tones. Elvorfiwien leaves camp with a determined look on her face while Calavia is uncharacteristically quiet. She gives a message to one of the guards to pass it along. Family business, I'm afraid I must leave immediately. They leave together post haste traveling light and swift southwards on horseback.