Race: High Elf

Sex: Female

Age: 163

Height: 5feet 8inches

Weight: 127 pounds

Description:

Aisley is very slender for being the very active elf that she is. Her hair, which is the color of raven black, cascades down her waist, hanging to her with a slight curl at the ends. Wide, slanted, almond eyes the color of fresh lilacs, that hold a gentle glint, to let any that look within them, know that she is a very caring being, yet they do at times appear mischievous. She wears a long, delicate dark blue robe with silver embroidering the edges with little flower designs. In the front, the collar is V shape, but modest, and on her feet she wears slippers to match with a little bell attached to their tips. And last, the trait marking her an elf, the long pointed ears, which stick out through her hair with simple silver studs in the lobe.

One to start many ‘fights’, Aisley is heavily armed with cakes when it comes down to it. It is one of her most favorite games to play. She is an illusionist, enjoying the art of creating something that is not real, and bringing it to life. She uses her magic as a pass time, entertaining not only herself, but others as well, and to help those in need. Her magic isn’t always just tricks with a wave of a hand. Some can be very deadly.

Never does she turn away any living being unless it means her harm. She is not a shallow person as many of her race would be, she would never shun someone for being different. She enjoys any living thing.

Magic is not her only art. She plays a flute as if she were one with it, and she dances to any rhythm created like water that flows with the current. She is one of two sides combined, and she does what she thinks is right, no matter the consequences, even if it means doing something against her ethic.

Background:

Born in a village in the middle of the forest, Aisley grew up with a loving family and an older brother who adored her. Her father, also a magic user, taught her many things that she still uses to this day. She took after her father more than her more with her fair looks that her brother received.

But one day, her village was attacked by the drow that despised her race. The only way she survived, was because her father had shoved her into a hidden door within the wall. No matter what she heard, her father had told her to remain quiet. While there, crying silent tears, she could hear as her family was slaughtered, the cries of the outside. When everything had gone still, it was then that she crept from the secret room, trying to ignore all the blood of her loved ones around her. But to her dismay, a single drow remained within and slithered up behind her. She was not one with poor hearing, but at the last minute, she was able to move before the blade of the dark elf’s dagger plunged deep into her back, but only left a long cut, which healed into a scar, a reminder of that horrible day.