Nadia Desilva [UNDER CONSTRUCTION]

Name:
Nadia Desilva

Age:
unknown

Race:
Elf

Personality:
Cocky, proud,sadistic and Down right Fucked up. [EVIL]

Timid, shy, Cheerful and submissive, often hides under her hood and stays away from others. [GOOD]

Physical Description:
Dark skinned almost back, usually surrounded by a dark mist. she wears virtually nothing but is often coated in a black mist, shielding her body from the elements, She has Red Crimson eyes which flicker like a flame on a candle, a crown of solid gold with a ruby in the forehead area. She is about 5'7, skinny, elf-like pointed ears. Hair Orange and shades of red like a burning flame [EVIL]

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Pale fare skin, Brown sea glazed eyes, Pointed elf ears, Bright Orange hair, Often seen wearing a robe of leather, laced with gold, 5'7, Athletic slim figure, Gold earnings and often ties her heir back with gold lace. [GOOD]

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Background Story:
Once a Druid, found in a forest as a child rolling and gurgling in blood and a freshly laid placenta, she was found by a human male by the name of Henry who took her in as a daughter, she grew up working for the men of the village as a slave. At the age of sixteen she discovers her talents for magic but could not practice it openly because Magic was an act of taboo in the village, she would often sneak outside the village walls to practice her magic in the surrounding woods. One night while out practicing magic, Henry woke up to find Nadia missing. He searched for her and discovered her drawing magic from the trees and earth. The discovery of Nadia practicing magic sent the village into a fury and panic.

The village known as Arthgan was now claimed to cursed by Nadia's acts and now has to move to a new land that is not tainted by the evils of magic and witchcraft, The villagers started to pack, packing goods and supplies into crates that were mounted onto wagons pulled by horses and bulls. Nadia begged and pleaded on her knees for Henry to take her with him, but in his anger and rage, he kicked her aside like a stray dog. Nadia had no personal belongings besides the clothes she had, A robe of leather with gold lace, given to her by her master a few years back, a small bag with herbs and her undergarments. As the village left, she watched them set off, trailing into the darkness of the night. She waited hoping they would come back to get her. The sounds of the villagers faded, so did the sound of grunting bulls and galloping hooves.

Nadia waited, loosing hope as the hours passed by. Kneeling in a pool of tears, sobbing. As time went by she brought herself to her feet, head hung low, back slouched, in a void of hopelessness and sorrow, she began to walk, wandering the forest in search for shelter and food. As the years passed by, she began to practice magic, to own her skills, she studied the animals of the forest, adapting and learning from them, how to gather, hunt and survive.

One day as she was on her daily routine, She came across boar tracks and decided that from the tracks it was a fairly decent size and would make a great meal. She followed the tracks, stepping lightly and swiftly hoping to track the boar down. After a few hours she had come close to the beast, her ears twitched trying to detect the sounds of the boar, she sniffed the air and caught it's scent. She had it trapped in a corner, she moved in for the kill.....

She charged in for the kill, blade held tight, her heart racing, she pounced. The boar moved out of the way kicking dirt into the air, she had missed her target in mid flight, as she came crashing down, the ground under her cracked and shattered, soon she found herself in a free fall, the light of day faded as she fell into a deep cave, a huge thud as she landed on her back, the cold stone floor underneath her cracked from the impact, she was in total darkness.

She Slowly got to her feet and stood up, squinting to allow her eyes to adjust to the darkness, she stretched her arms out as she walked, feeling the walls to get a sense of where to go. After a while of walking in the dark, she was about to loose home, the damp cold air made her feel trapped, the darkness seems never ending. Suddenly, a faint glow in the distance, a glimmer of hope.

As she moved towards the dim glow, it got brighter and brighter, to an almost blinding state. There it was, what seemed to be a frame , moss-coated stone with ancient symbols carved into it, and what seems to be a window of pale light blue light, a window that seems to be an endless stream of light, it made a slight pulsing noise every few seconds. The light called to her, in an explainable force, almost magnetic. She inched closer to it, her eyes lost in the beautiful light, her body moving on it's own in a trance-like state. She reached out and placed her palm on the window of light, energy filled her body, her brain buzzing, her body shivering with power and then, she was surrounded by a void of light.

She Woke up, her eyes opened slowly, clear blue sky, white clouds, but just then she realized. There was nothing beneath her, the floor was not against her back, she was falling. The sound of gushing wind mixed in with her screams were the only thing she heard as she fell. The ground gaining on her, faster and faster as she fell, she closed her eyes and words barked out of her mouth, words she has never heard before. She landed on her back, twigs snapping branches crashing. she got to her feet and looked around, standing under a tree, the forest around her, frozen, no leafs.. only ice, wood and snow. She turned around and realized that the tree she stood under was the only one with leafs, and white bark, She had made the tree grow to break her fall without knowing it.