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Character: Carialote en Andor |
Appearance:
Corialote is a full surface drow trying to live out life on the surface world. Her purple hair is kept long and braided, in a single braid that hangs down to her butt. Her silver eyes dance with intense light and intelligence, but during the day she wears a set of goggles or her hood pulled low. Hanging from her side is a rapier of superior quality that she can use surprisingly well for a wizard. All of her clothing is made of a rich black material that allows for ease of movement but still hugs her elven curves. Her tunic is sleevless, so it shows off her bare arms and tattooing. The tattooing is all done in white ink, upon her ebony skin, that forms swirling patterns. A good dagger hangs by her rapier and on the other side of her body is a case full of bolts. Hanging on her pack is a high quality crossbow that she likes to use most often, so that she can stay out of battle if possible. Her cloak and tunic are all emblazoned with the picture of a purple rose, her namesake.
Personality:
Corialote is slightly more cheerful than most surface drow. Most of it coming from her years spent in study of arcane magics that made her work with other people. She has a hard bit nature though that shows up mostly when she is casting spells. She has been known to, on occasion, toss out a spell that will hit an area even when her "friends" are in the way. Unlike most wizards she does not mind entering combat when the need calls and will stand her ground even to help others escape. Expect to earn her trust with hard work, but get a serious friend when she counts you as a friend or companion.
History
This is the story of my life as I have lived it and the earlier
years as it was told to me by my mentor. This record of my story will maybe
one day be found and become a piece of elven history.
I was born into a noble house of merchants in one of the few drow villages
in the Wold. My birth was a long and hard on for my mother, spending several
hours before she had me. Now the circumstances of my birth would not have
been different than many elven children born in this age, but that I was born
under a black moon. To the priests this was a sign that I was destined for
great things, but as to whether they would be for ill or good was the question.
The other thing that would set me apart form others of my race was the fact
that I was born with one silver eye and one light green eye, which is strange
by all means. Now at this time in the elven history many children were put
to death for the defects that they were born with, it was a sign of weakness
and imperfection something few elves would admit could happen to our race.
Still I was allowed to live due to the moon I was born under and the fact
that my mother begged my father.
My childhood years were spent much like any other young elven female. I was taught my heritage as an elf, but reminded that I was different in many ways. Those early years before I was old enough to understand were the best of my life. I was allowed to play with most of the other children, though some shunned me for my deformities. My life got even worse though as I grew to an age to start understanding that my differences set me apart from the others. My strikes against me had just been increased by one and many of my old friends abandoned me. Political pressure and standing was everything to many of the elves in our village, well actually to all of them. I found that my older brother even started to have less to do with me as he did not want to be seen with a weird one. My younger sister was nicer to me but her pity was not something that I was looking for, despite that I loved her for her thoughtfulness. So I started spending my time buried in books and getting into trouble as often as I could anything to get attention.
By the human equivalent of twelve I had been in so much trouble that even my mother was starting to despise me. Well that had actually started when she found out I could not talk right. With little to no home support I started spending more of my time outside of my home and wandering around the village. It was during one of these excursions that I ran into a small group of humans wizards actually that had come into the village to deliver a message. One of them spotted me in the crowd and had taken the time to make contact with me. Now most people find out that I stutter and seem to virtually run away from me. This man was different and spent the time to get to know me better, despite my inability to speak without singing. I did not know it at the time but he later talked to the group, Star Mages, he was with and they made their way to my home to talk to my parents. My parents were overjoyed at the sudden arrival of guests of this notoriety, knowing that it would get them some more prestige in the village. It even further delighted them when the wizards offered to take me in for training as a wizard, they would finally be rid of me, a thorn in their political side.
So I went to live with the wizards or I should say Master Garen, the one that had taken the time to talk to me. He taught me how to use a sort of sing-song ability to cast spells as well as talk. In fact it became far easier for me to understand things as I started paying more attention to peoples' actions and finding out what I needed to know. Now my weapons' training was far harder for me to master than for a normal person. My biggest interest was in learning the arcane arts and not combat abilities. Many times over the next month I wanted to just give up and go back to what I was before I had been saved by the wizards. Once I even came close to killing myself, when Master Garen came upon me in the woods once. He gave me both a physical and verbal thrashing that I remember to this very day. Still four month later I could shoot as well as most of the rangers that I competed against at competitions and hold my own with the rapier. Another six months spent under the watchful eye of Master Garen saw me becoming a full fledged wizard with all the rank and title it had to give.
My first mission came late in the night as Master Garen woke me with a gentle shake, actually I had already been awake as my senses had felt him before he touched me. I was to deliver a message to the Eastern King without delay and I only had four days to do it or the news would do no good. I started out that morning at a flat out paced run that I knew I could maintain for at least a few hours. That is when I came across a lone woman in the woods and in serious trouble. She had been cornered by a group of bandits that were looking to do her some harm and despite my deadline I could not leave her to these rogues. My first volley of magic missiles sent the one man running of. This had been my first true use of my powers in combat but I had no time to think about it as I dropped from the tree to take on the last two rogues. With rapier drawn I moved towards them with cautioned steps, eyes darting for trouble. With my training with the rapier I had little trouble with one rogue, but two gave me a run for my money and only by employing another spell was I able to win. Much to my relief they took off running in two different directions and I was left with a new problem, what to do with the lady. Somehow we came through it without a problem and I found out that she needed to get to the next village, since it was on my way I figured that I could help her out.
That is how I came to meet Sister Abier of the Holy Church of Flower. Now I did not have too much idea what that meant at the time as I had not even heard of her religion, till now religion was not something that I had been interested in. Still it all worked out for the best as I was given a horse for my aid to the good sister and my trip was cut in half. My delivery of the message to the Eastern King allowed him to prepare an adequate defense against an attack from his neighbors. I found a letter for me hidden with the one I delivered from Master Garen. He told me to stay on at the castle for as long as I saw fit to help out the King if I wanted. Simply to be the wizards' eyes and ears in this part of the kingdom.
For many years after leaving the King, I found myself joining many groups that gave me great chances for adventure. It also gave me more time to hone my skills as I gained in competence and confidence in myself. My ebony skin was tattooed after many of the adventures as I found myself wanting to set myself apart from what I had learned about my underground cousins. My one nonwhite tattoo that I did go for was a purple rose, which is what my name means in elven. I also made it a point to join up with the Star Mage Guild while I was in South Harbor and going to help out with pirates on the high seas. As the time passes I found myself thinking back to my times spent tending my Master Garen's garden, especially the roses.
Now I find myself back in Plateau City for the funeral of my Master Garen. It may seem strange to some but I feel more at home in the wild then I do in a city, but I have adapted to city life again with ease. I now live in my master's old house and the garden in the back grows many roses. I also found myself with a high standing in the Star Mage Guild and even a student. Ten years have passed since my Master's death and I gained a student, that has since traveled his own path. I yearn for something new and exciting to put my energies into, but as to what will show up...I am still not sure. Something will...it always does.
