First name: Sylvia
Last name: Galavoir
Appearance:
Race: Wood Elf
Age: 173
Height: 5’6”
Weight: 95 Lbs
Hair: Dark brown
Eyes: Light green
Personality Profile:
General health: Appears physically well in shape, though is sometimes prone to catching colds.
Religion: She holds Lurue, Mielikki and Aedrie Faenya almost equally close to heart.
Initial alignment: CG
Profession: Singer, storyteller, forager
Base Class & Progression: Bard, Arcane Archer
Habits/Hobbies: Storytelling, singing both at campfires and to the creatures of the forest. Archery, though doesn’t not hunt.
Languages: Elvish, Sylvan, Common
Weapon of Choice: Voice of reason. Longbow when violence is unavoidable.
Background:
Sylvia was born within a small village of Wood elves, who resided deep within the High Forest. Her skin a light copper, reminiscent of her Sun elf dominated heritage. Her light green eyes shine through her deep green hair like unripened apples nestled upon a tree. Before the age of 10 her hair had darkened to a chocolate brown.
From a young age Sylvia showed compelling empathy towards even the smallest critters of the forests, often would her parents watch her have one sided conversations with the creatures of the woods. They speculated that she may be blessed by the ways of the druid. Seasons came and past, a Druid of Tall Forest paid visit to Sylvia. The child was captivated by his stories of the nature pantheon, although showed little interest in learning the ways of the druid.
From that day the Druid left the village Sylvia had little to no contact with followers of who the Druid spoke of. Her village revered Rillifane Rallathil, and only knew a little of whom the druid spoke of. Her imagination was allowed to run free, free external teachings. Later in her life she found that some of these thoughts caused offense to some priests, from then on she usually keeps her personal thoughts on the gods to herself.
Many winters past, Sylvia adopted a vegetarian lifestyle. She often found herself secluding herself from the village preferring to spend her reverie at a nearby spring. That being said she still enjoyed sharing songs with the village and practicing archer with her younger brother.
Often she would practice her melodies in the solitude of the spring.
One particular night, early in Sylvia’s life, during one of her harmonies Sylvia’s ear perked. A twig snapping, disrupting the soft drumming beat of the spring. Her voice cracked as she scanned the spring for the source, her gaze was met by a solemn white creature. Sylvia sat in awe as the creature took a soft sip from the spring. So lost was she in its glow that it took her a moment to realize that it had turned to leave. As it faded from sight Sylvia jumped from her seat in chase after the regal creature, for hours she searched till exhaustion. Disappointed she dragged herself back to her pool for reverie. From that night on she would sing harmonies at her spring in hopes it might allure the creature back.
She found as she gained mastery over her voice she inconsequently gained control over magic through her melodies. The scouts of her village helped her focus that ability into her archery. She was by no means a pacifist and would often join the scouts on patrols of the forest, showing little mercy to those who sought to harm the sanctity of the High Forest.
As she matured into a woman she longed for more, to hear the songs and stories of the world. She left the village on a whim, in search of other Wood elf villages. The villages she found weren’t as reclusive as the one she was born to. It was from them she heard stories of life outside of the High Forest. A tale of Silverymoon stuck in her head, she ventured north in search of the tale.
Months passed as she carefully made her way north, she was eventually greeted by the walls of Silverymoon. Upon entrance she was quickly overwhelmed by its vast smells and sounds, usually nimble in her step Sylvia found herself almost tripping over herself as she journeyed deeper into the city. She was drowning in a deep ocean of culture, throughout the chaos a graceful Moon elf pulled her free. They chatted for what must have been hours a whiles out of the gate. Over the following week she and the Moon elf, Beleurien, grew fond of each other. Sylvia felt inspiration for songs she hadn’t considered before. She learnt some of her thoughts on the three sisters where misconstrued by ideas of the priests she spoke to, but still liked to consider them sisters.
Beleurien asked Sylvia to stay with him. She enjoyed being by his side, but never felt at home in Silverymoon. She longed to return to the forest and returned the offer that he should join her. Beleurien was tied down by his tannery, he would not leave with her. So they met in the middle ground. In the spring Sylvia left to wander the High forest, to return to her spring and in the end of summer she returned to him.
This relationship went on for years, Sylvia never too much notice of time. She would often return with a new song or poem for Beleurien when she would return. In her time at Silverymoon she put effort into learning common to understand the songs of the humans. Tens of winters past, though she thoroughly enjoyed his company the initial bloom of love begun to fade.
When the retreat came Beleurien asked Sylvia to come with him. She knew then that their love had passed. After serenading him one final time they both left going separate ways. Sylvia reclined to the high forest, to her spring, spending the following three years in reflection. In that time she swore her heart to Lurue, perhaps simply not ready to love again. It was only then that the creature return, Sylvia sang till her throat ran dry. She was never really sure if what she saw was a vision in her own mind or a real unicorn, however on the morrow she knew what she needed to do. There were songs to be sung, joy to be spread. She said one final farewell to her village before beginning her venture south.
Goals:
She hopes to hear the southerner’s songs and share those of her own. She may seek out bardic groups within walled villages.
To help preserve nature and defend forests against threats should they arise.
She wishes to explore the Wood of Sharp Teeth in hopes to be granted audience by its fey inhabitants, to share songs and dance with them. Her knowledge of fey is misconstrued by songs and stories she has heard over her years.
She has recently met a particular butterfly and is learning more of the fey. There is obviously much she needs to learn of their culture before she considers attending the autumn equinox that the butterfly mentioned.
Possible plot-hook ideas and misc facts:
Sylvia believes life is dull without song and dance, and that extends to the creatures of the forest. She often wanders the forests singing her songs, but does not neglect the dangers of the woods and keeps a keen ear out for any disturbances during her melodies. Sylvia has lived in the high forest for most of her life. She knows well how to listen for signs of danger within forests, especially Orcs. There are however many dangers that she has not faced before that may draw her near.
Should she befriend a unicorn it is very possible for her to become a beloved of Lurue.
Her leathers were fashioned by her ex-lover from the hides of deer that died of natural causes.
She doesn’t hold value on material items, but her satchel is full of odd trinkets. Gifts in exchange for her songs and stories, notable ones at the moment are a wooden unicorn figurine, a flute and a jade stone.
Although she has sworn not to take the life of a forest creature unless unavoidable, she understands other’s needs. However she cannot stand those who take more than they need or those who hunt the young children of the forest.
Though she is vegetarian she has recently found a joy in fishing, sharing her songs with creatures of the depths before releasing them back into the water with a warning that should they find a hook again, it may be their last. She believes life in the sea must be dull and hopes to bring happiness and joy to some of its inhabitants. She’s a bit of a nutter, often seen talking to animals as if they possessed far more intelligence than they do. Whether she hears voices in her head or that the animals actually speak back to her or simply enjoys coming up with stories for animal’s lives is up to your interpretation.