Name:Elissindra Fandrangle
Age3457
GenderFemale
RaceFallen Angel
PersonalityQuite unless there is need for words
Appearance(s)Silvery white hair and milky white eyes that shimmer slightly beneath the surface. She is slender, an almost elven build but with pure white feather wings. Thick silver cuffs enclose her ankels and wrists, bonds of a life ages past. Her clothing changes as do most peoples from time to time, but most often white slippers adorn her feet, with soft bells at her ankels that jingle almost as if on cue.
WeaponsA pure white quarterstaff with wolves carves in circles around the wood.
PowersHealing, white magic, ability to speak with wolves
Their LifeElissindras life was one filled with peace up untill her 475th birthday. Demons broke out on the earth, the devil unleashing his hellish spawn. She was part of a special faction of warriors, known for there skill with quarterstaffs. As well as there ability to communicate with wolves, a special gift granted them by there Lord. She watched as her comrades were picked off one bye one. There arms and legs ripped off in a frenzy of beastial brutality. Her last memory was of one of the beasts great gapping jaw coming towards her, and then blackness.
She awoke to find herself beneath the ground, in a large open room. No windows to shed a light unto her weary eyes. The constant smell of charred flesh her only friend. Here she stayed through many decades, her will to live strong as she sat haggard beneath the earth. She passed out of time and space, drifting from the memories of her kin and they from her.
Ages past as she sat chained beneath the earth. Thick steel links holding her captive in the hidden room as villages were built and re-built above. Alas one day she was rescued, found beneath the earth. Her life spaired, and an eternal dept earned.
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