Born of unusual circumstances, Rienwa has lived the test of time.  She should have died when her demonic father's rage bore his sword through her elven mother's abdomen.  Alas some god somewhere saw that she was protected and allowed to be birthed.  That protection came from a warden of the lands, a good heart and firm hand.  As she grew she would sneak off to the Arena to watch him train and fight; oft following far behind when he would visit the forests surrounding the town.  While she thought he was oblivious to her presence, he knew she was there and oft did things simply so it would teach her the ways of the old. Those ways have been muddled, forgotten, mixed over the years she has spent traveling.  She now walks to her own idea of morality.  Though she has never forgotten the one that gave her the chance at life.

She has returned from wherever she went, for whatever reason.  For the most she appears unchanged; but looking into that emerald gaze you might happen to catch a glimpse of pain and loss behind the cool embrace of time.

OOC:
Lights are subject to change based on role-play. The only real firm 'red' is rape.  Tell friendly.  I do not like pre-arranged scenes or RP; come talk to her and let's see where it goes. Submissive tendencies, strong preference to males.