Cendia Namenoe, The girl who lost her way.

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First Name: Cendia (Cinders)
Last Name: Namenoe

Appearance: Pale Blue skin, Dark Blue hair with moon-touched silver streaks, she usually wears dark purple robes and a cloak with selune's eyes on them with a purple headband. perfectly straight teeth because of wires which she affixed to them to straighten them. Blue earrings when not fighting monsters.
Race: Moon Elf
Age: Unknown ((approximately 300))
Height 4'11''
Weight: 92 Lbs
Eyes: Dark blue, glittering almost crystalline
Hair: Dark blue with silver-streaks, waist length unless put up with a hairband, which it usually is for fighting.
Facial Hair Style: Not Applicable.

Personality Profile: She is an outgoing individual who is bubbly and flirtatious to almost everyone. She has a kind heart, but can be easily angered if insulted. Does not like it when others lose control of themselves, she often does, and does not grasp the concept of "Do not cast in towns" since she did not grow up in a town, but rather in a secluded shack.
General Health: Good
Deity: Selune
Initial Alignment: Chaotic Good
Profession:Wizard, Thaumaturge, Arcane Scholar, Archmage.
Base Class & Proposed Development: Wizard, 10th level Thaumaturge 3, Archmage 10, Arcane scholar 7
Habits/Hobbies: Picking on Mercury, Sani, and Terri, since they like to pick on her. She likes to tinker with metals, and has named her pets as follows, "Gruumph, the celestial dire bear" "Vulfgar, the Celestial wolf" "Taurrok the earth elemental," "Vincent, the fire elemental," "Gustaf, the air elemental," "Walter, the water elemental," Scruffy Mcfluffms, her rabbit, and she did not name the Angel who helps her from time to time, Aalvinus.
Languages: Elven, Arcane, Draconic, Common, Sylvan, Treant, Shaaran, Abyssal, Infernal.
Weapon of Choice: None, but her rapier comes in handy if in a pinch.

Background:Cinders looked on as another phase spider fell to a deadly barrage of flame arrows, her hands still alight from the spell. She did not get this nickname for nothing, but this was not the reason for her nickname. She hiked up to the Manor where a Deadly Lich lived in order to find respite. The undead do not walk easily in daylight, as was common knowledge to Cinders.

She sat on the lawn, letting her concentration fall from her numerous wards, and opened her spellbook. She would have to study for at least another 8 or so hours in order to ward herself sufficiently to get out of the cloakwood forest. As she opened her spell-book, memories washed over her of how she acquired the book, and what her childhood was like.

She still remembered the smell of the fire roaring in the corner, the look of her father passing by the fire, shaping gems in his hands as he told her stories of what was, what had been, and what could still be. She delighted in his stories of knights and dragons, of plunder, and of the sweet release of loving someone unconditionally.

Her father was a handsome man, with blue skin which she could swear glinted in the firelight of the darkest nights, and by moonlight. He had hair that was a moon-silver in color, which he passed on to Cendia, or Cinders as she was later known, in the form of streaks of silver that swam in the sea of her blue hair. He stood a bit taller than most elves, and talked in a slow baritone voice. His hands were always working with something, whether it was a spigot, a gem, or a broom, he was always a whirlwind of activity. He was seldom caught sleeping, awaking before Cendia every day, and tucking her in to bed at night. He smelled of deep caverns and mildew most of the time, which Cendia associated with the smell of home. They lived in a forest to the north of Baldur's Gate, though Cendia never learned the name of it, as she just called it "home".

He told her stories of fantastical whimsy until she grew older and more curious. She, one day, asked where her mother was, since all the little girls in stories had mothers, and she was not a dwarf, fabled to spring from the very rocks themselves! Her father told her a story, which would change how she thought of the world forever, for it would no longer be a thing of fantastical knights and beautiful princesses, but one of pain and hate.

“Once, long ago,” Her father started, his deep blue eyes focusing on Cendia as he started the story like he did any other story, “There was a man who loved a woman very much. He changed himself in more ways than anyone could imagine to please her, brought her gifts, and made her laugh every day.” He smiled, the smell of mildew wafting off of him, “One day, he asked her to dine with him at his house, where he made the mistake of calling her a dark elf, because of her skin colour.” Cendia gasped, knowing that elven women hated to be called drow, or dark elves.. “This woman was agape that he would call her such a barbaric thing such as what he did, and ran out of his house, leaving him with a broken heart, and a feast which was doomed for the flies.” He stopped, “One day, a while after the incident, he came to her again and apologized for his barbary, and asked for forgiveness, professing his love for her.”

He smiled and his eyes turned to pools of sapphire, “She forgave him, making him promise that as long as she lived he would not call her people dark elves any longer, taught him how to hunt, and to give thanks for his kills. He was a magic user, one of great power, and had hunted the animals using this power. They were wary of him, and would run in his presence for a long time after, passing from generation to generation that he was a monster, one that was not worthy to have such a young woman because he did not hunt as an elf did, giving his quarry sport, but rather did it in a mechanical, unfeeling way. The elves caught wind of such rumors, and heard what he called his soon to be fiancee and tried to break off the engagement of the young woman and the young man, but their love grew as he trusted her more, and she him. They finally decided to settle down and marry one another.”

He looked at Cendia to see what her reaction was, and she stared on in wonder, “What happened then?” She asked him. He laughed, his honey-voice carrying throughout the small house, “they settled down in the forest, eventually becoming friends with the wildlife there, and took up farming, far away from the elves who still held them in contempt. They one day decided they would try to have a child, either a strong young man, or a beautiful young daughter.” He smiled and playfully patted her head.

“The young man grew up to be a fine middle-aged man before his beautiful wife bore him a daughter of beauty to rival Selune. She was called Cendia Namenoe, and she was as smart as she was lovely. Her mother, unfortunately did not make it through her birth, but did manage to catch a glimpse of her before she died. Her last words were 'she's so tiny, and yet so strong and beautiful.' She left Cendia with her father, grieving for her death, and rejoicing for Cendia's birth. A young elf must have nourishment though, and so the young man went into the town where the elves resided and asked for help.”

His eyes grew dark, becoming midnight blue at this point in the story, “he was turned away at every doorstep, them saying that the child was the son of a monster who couldn't discern one elf from another.” He did not realize that elves could hold grudges for this for so long, especially when he atoned for his sins. He was furious and swept her further into the forest, where they had no contact with the elves who would leave a child to die of hunger. There, he met a doe, who had lost her fawn to a pack of wolves, she was full of milk, her teets red and swollen. He spoke with her, and they agreed that the child should nurse from her milk, in exchange for his protection of her family thenceforth.

“He summoned elementals to protect the deer family as it flourished, and so did his child. She grew up as her mother would have liked, protected by spells and encircled by sorcery and wizardry alike, and as she grew her curiosity did as well. So,” He paused and produced a scroll for her, “He bought her her first spell, so that she may light her way no matter where she goes.” He smiled and gave her the scroll of “Light”, her first Cantrip, and taught her how to use her spells for good, and not evil in honor of her mother. She grew more intelligent every day, learning the language of dragons from her father, as well as the Sylvan tongue, the Treant tongue, the language that the mages use, and of course, Common, which everyone south of them used.

When she reached an age appropriate to leave her alone with the elementals, he would leave for weeks on end, having her renew their contracts with him to work for him, doing household tasks. He summoned mainly water elementals, with a smattering of air and earth elementals, but said that fire was too risky to play with. She wondered about this, and finally got a hold of the spell “Burning Hands” and decided to try it out.

The day she tried her spell “Burning hands” was an infamous day, she had already started a collection of spells, keeping them together with 3 pieces of string. She opened the hand-made book, and uttered the words to perform the spell. The stump that she was aiming at instantly alit with fire, and startled that it had such an explosive effect, she moved her hands toward her face. Fire shot up towards the trees, and she heard a great WOOSH behind her. Instantly her father was there, with 6 elementals around him, four of them were water elementals, which he pointed to the flames with and two earth, which he instructed to dig a trench around the house they lived in, the water elementals fought the flames for four hours, finally containing it with the help of the earth elementals tearing up trees.

Her father asked if she was alright, his eyes wide with worry, and when she admitted she was alright, he grew very angry, calling her “Cinders” on accident, but the cosmos must work in mysterious ways, because the name caught on very quickly with the wildlife, and soon, all the animals knew her as the girl named after fire.

Within the next hundred years, the trees grew back, and her father kept making longer and longer trips, bringing more and more gems back each time, mainly sapphires, and they were beautiful when he finished with his craft. His ability was to shape the gems into fantastical shapes, and he had a special affinity, it seemed, with sapphires. One day, the gem-shaper did not return, and his elementals could not be found anywhere within a walkable distance. Cinders, as she was known now, wondered at this, and found a note with the following words.

“My dear daughter,
it is time for you to go and seek your fortunes in the wide world. Do not seek out the elves of this forest, for they may seek to harm you for past transgressions which are not your own. I am sorry to have damned you so in life, for my mistakes. Seek your fortunes south of here, where people are more understanding of others, and where you will find humans and dwarves living alongside elves and gnomes. Here you should buy yourself a book with the gold that I have left you, also, find yourself a teacher, you are smarter than I, and with time, you could come to be more powerful than your father. May the blessings of Astilabor and Selune guide you and protect you youngling.

Your father.”

Under it, there was a bag, which was empty, and a cloak.

She donned it and Looked out to the forest, seeming much more empty without her father. She headed south, looking for adventure, for friends, and for forgiveness for her father's sins.

Goals:To find someone who will love her like the princesses of her fairy tales.

To reach her father, so that she can ask him why she abandoned her.

To join the elves of Doron Amar (Recent goal)

To learn to be an accomplished Archmage, and have an apprentice of her own someday.

To join the arcane scholars of candlekeep and acquire more knowledge on dragons, due to her background and the stories her father told her.

Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts:
She assisted in the killing of one drow, but the drow didn't stay dead.

She casts in range of the guards, to the exasperation of Mercury, Terri, and Sani.

She has a thing for her pets, as a thaumaturge, she loves them more than most things.

She loves books, and will do anything to gain more knowledge.

She is good-aligned, and has an angel to guide her along because of her chaotic nature.