Gender: female

Race: She is a mixture of human, elf, and dragon.

Height: 4ft, 10in

Age: Looks 20, but is basically a young adult elf

Location: She is running from Mordor and falls into a river that bring her to Rivendell

Family: She has not a clue whom her parents were, but she knows that she has the blood of the Shadow elves (Dark elves). As for the dragon blood? She has not a clue.

Animals: none yet

Weapons: none.

Personality: (when staring she will scare easily and lack social skills. However, the traits below will stick:) Wary: She tends to avoid people, especially if she sees them as a danger. She will keep her distance until she trusts you and has figured out how your mind works. Stubborn: Nothing will stop her once she has reached a decision. well, knocking her out might, but do not count on it. Quiet and Observant: She tends to stay quiet and allow others to make the decisions. Her senses are sharp, like a typical elf's, and allow her to notice many things at once. She can normally sniff out a traitor, but normally does nothing about him/her until the situation calls for it. Witty: While she can do hand to hand combat, she prefers to trick the enemy and get as far away as possible. She often will set up traps to kill or seriously harm an enemy rather than use a sword or such. She is also a casual trickster, often leading others into conversation that send their minds spinning. Loyal: The rare chance you do earn her trust, she will guard you in her quiet way for life.

Appearance: Body build: lean, but with some muscles. Skin: A pale tan, even when she is healthy Eyes: Her eyes are the almond shape of the elves with a silver blue coloring. However, the pupil are slits, like a dragon. Ears: The ears are like any typical elf, the pointed slants that are so common. Hair: Her hair is black and straight. However, at her shoulders, they curl into a slight wave. She always wears it in a ponytail. Scars/ Markings/ ect: She has scars all over her body. There are rather large, deep cuts in her back and shoulders, due to the whips of her dark masters. Her wrists and ankles are chapped from the manacles and chains that were once on her. A marking on her left wrist marks her as the property (well once was) of an order of dark magic users. It is in the shape of an eye as they followed the teachings of the Dark Lord. This mark prevents her from using any weapon against any of the dark forces by causing a savage burning sensation. Clothing: When she starts, all she is wearing is a tattered pair of leather, brown pants and a tattered, thin shirt of a dark green color. She is barefoot and is still wearing the tight, iron slave collar. Conditions: An accident when she was younger (about 9 years) had left with a limp on her left leg. The accident was a fight with a dark warlock (dead). The magic had thrown her against a cliff wall, leaving her with a frayed lower spine. As she fell a rock, or more, had struck her head and trapped her legs under the rubble. She does not remember a whole lot, but she does remember being a slave to the dark forces for several years until she was about 19 in human years. She has escaped, but has to deal with her left leg either freezing up or in pain from use. Her lower spine flares with ghost pain (and pain from use), often sending her to the ground in a slight paralysis.

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