Race: Moradhel (Green Heart Dark Elf)
Age: 110
Height: 4'9"
Weight: 89 lb
Bust: 34 B

Back Story

Whisked away by the wanderlust of her deity, she left her ancestral home in search of lands she would not be attacked on sight, as her kind had caused countless numbers of wars with nearly every humanoid kind. She went from town to town, from the Stone Mountains, to Crydee, finding no safe haven. Till one day, one day she found a curious sorceror in brown who claimed he could send her some place where her kind would be recognized as elven, and not Moradhel.


Naturally she accepted, only to be tossed into a swirling magical vortex, only to wake up...well...here!


Physiology

It's hard to tell that she's not your normal elf, having the same long, pointed ears, angular facial features and even the same flighty, happy demeanor about her. It's the subtle things, like the snow white hair, and the tan skin that give her away as not being any normal Sword Coast elf. She also doesn't have the same sort of litheness, she has curves, small and supple, but she doesnt have the bony, almost gaunt form of most elves at her age. There's noticible fat on her body, not so much that she's, well, fat, but she could lose a few pounds and look even skinnier to say the least. Most of the weight rests in her rear and chest, though. Her other curious feature is her orange eyes, naturally, not being common for any race around here.


Greens/Reds

Red Lights: Hmn....pain, death, mutilation.

Green lights: Go for it!