The Life Of Faalenleaf
By: Faalenleaf
Avatar Name: Faalenleaf Soulseeker
Nicknames: Faal, Leaf
Titles: Lady Faalenleaf Soulseeker
Server: Faeblight
Calling: Mage
First Role
Primary Soul: Necromancer
Secondary Soul: Warlock
Tertiary Soul: Chloromancer
Biographical
Race: High Elf
Gender: Female
Date of Birth: Exact date is unknown but can be traced back to just before the Blood Storm Wars
Age: 37
Hair: Blonde
Skin: Pale white
Eyes: Yellow
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 137
Place of Residence: Cliffside Vale
Place of Birth: Silverwood
Relatives: Phemius Soulseeker and Sylvia Soulseeker
Enemies: Crucia
Allies: Guardian
Occupation: Wanderer
Crafting: Butcher
Appearance: Faalenleaf is a tall slender woman. She hides herself from the sun with her long dresses and cloaks. She has a piercing gaze that could cut you if you were so much as to touch her.
Fashion of Choice: Faalenleaf has never been one of fashion so normally she will wear whatever suits her for the day. More often then not she will will be in a Mages robe.
Armor of Choice: Faalenleaf prefers to travel light so she sticks to a cloth based armor that has been imbued with magic.
Weapons of Choice: A good stave to knock you over the head with suits her just fine.
Special Abilities: Faalenleaf deals with the dead and as such she has learned the ability to control the undead to do her bidding for her. During her youthful days she conjured a undead warrior who told her her name was Ailema. Since then Ailema has become her protector until the end of her days.
Personality:
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Motivations: Faalenleaf's mother and father died during the Blood Storm Wars. She was raised by a traveling nomad who taught her her history and heritage. She was taught to be proud of who she is and where she has come from. It has always been her goal to continue the covenant that was bestowed on the high elves of Silverwood.
Disposition: Try to imagine what it must be like to always feel alone yet so close to the Gods. Each day that passes Faalenleaf desires to appease her Gods and do well for her people.
Outlook: Faalenleaf sees things for what they are. She does not have any false pretense to what is happening around her. She is fully aware that there is a war raging in Telara
Religion/Philosophy: Faalenleaf was taught by a nomad that her God's name was Tavril, and she worships daily. Her philosophy is that in her future she will be able to fulfill the promises her people made to the Gods. In order to do that though she must first destroy her enemies and this is the philosophy of war of attrition.
Sexuality: She has no time for relationships
Positive Personality Traits: She is not afraid to die, and she is not afraid to fight, but she will not submit to her enemy.
Negative Personality Traits: She will kill you if she does not trust you.
Misc. Quirks: Faalenleaf has a tendency to think about eating food at the most odd times. For instance one day she was gazing acrossed the fields at Three rivers and all she could think about was dinner!
Affiliations:
Guild:Gaiscioch
Guild Rank:
Faction: Guardian
Interests:
Likes: To eat lots of food. Faalenleaf is almost alwasy munching on bread or some sort of meat that she hunted in the wilds. She also likes to toy with her enemy before she ends their pitiful lives. She will gaze into their eyes just before they die and remind them that the Gods are unforgiving to those who have sinned.
Dislikes: She hates being alone yet always finds herself so. She does not like it when she visits Sanctum and the resident drunkard decides he wants to hassle her...this of course just leads to he certain demise but none the less she despises it.
Favorite Foods: Anything that has salt on it or anything that is called food!
Favorite Drinks: Dwarven Ale of course
Favorite Colors: Blue, and green, and sometimes red.
Hobbies: Faalenleaf likes to hunt in her spare time. She will often spend days tracking down a tasty lunch or two.
Details:
Theme Songs: She longs for a good lute to play the Willows of Silverwood from time to time.
History: Barnabus was a nomad that traveled the roads during the times when Silverwood was peaceful and calm. Until one day he happened upon the village that he had visited so many times in the past only to see it deserted and burned to the ground. He then realized that the great war that had been waging had finally taken its toll on Silverwood. Crucia the dragon Goddess of the Blood Storm had systematically destroyed the high elves with her armies. The invaders were driven back but the high elves had to relocate to Cliffside Vale. So on this day Barnabus had noticed a house that had not been completely destroyed so he decided to make use of the home for the night. Upon entering he immediately saw to dead high elves on the ground, and in what appeared to be a woman's body he noticed clutched in her hands was a bundle of blankets. What Barnabus found next was not at all what he had hoped for. There in the wrapped blankets was a baby girl. She had yellow eyes and pale skin and she was naked except for the blankets that covered her. Barnabus had now wished he had never entered the house to begin with, but considering he was a good nomad he decided the best thing to do would be to take the child to Sanctum and have them deal with the child. To his surprise however the authorities within the halls of Sanctum were to busy with their own issues to take on a new born baby. So with regret Barnubus took the child into the forest and was never seen again.
Some years later a young lady arrived in Sanctum for what would be her second ever visit to the Halls of Sanctum. She gazed across the court through her yellow eyes at the statue that stood in the middle. She payed close attention to her surroundings and noticed all the hustle and bustle of incoming warriors, and mages, and hunters. She was very fond of the Mages, and she wanted to question the hunters about their travels and the beast they had hunted. "You there young girl!" shouted a mage. "Are you here for the school of magic that will be taught to all of the new mages?" he asked. The yellow eyed girl glanced up at him and in a soft spoken voice said, "I am". Well then what is your name? he asked. She replied I am Faalenleaf Soulseeker. Come along then we must prepare you for classes and get you your room and some cloths.
While walking to her room with her new teacher as it was apparent he was more then aware of her arrival he had noticed she was a high elf. "Ahhh what do we have here" he asked. Your from Cliffside Vale aren't you? Faalenleaf looked at him and said no I am not from Cliffside Vale (she was lying) I am from the forest here in Silverwood. The mage seemed dissapointed and at this she was confused. None the less she was now apart of the mage guild and her only goal now was to learn the secrets of the undead so she could control them to do her bidding. Faalenleaf had plans only known to her, and had this mage known what those plans were he might not have taken her on as his apprentice in the first place. It wouldn't be for 20 more years until her master had found out her true intentions and the only reason he knew was because Faalenleaf had told him while he was dying. His demise was met during one of the many rifts that he had taken Faalenleaf and the other students too during the many years of training they received. it was there after the rift was finally closed that she told him that she had wished to pursue the wishes that Gods had bestowed on her people. To reforge the covenant that her people had promised. In his dying moments he told her that she would succeed but only at a price far greater then she could possibly know at this time....he then told her "I knew you were lying that day all those years ago when you told me you were not from Cliffside Vale" Faalenleaf asked how did you know, and as she spoke the last word he took his last breath. It was on this day that Faalenleaf had become the teacher and right then she had 100 students that needed to return to safety. So with a swiftness Faalenleaf grabbed what few warriors came with them and asked what the quickest way back to Sanctum was, and they replied through the valley of course. So with what little provisions they had the collected up their wounded and dead and made it safely to Sanctum.
Now Faalenleaf was gazing across the slopes in the Droughtlands remembering all those years...she was in hiding, waiting to ambush the foothold she had just received word on. Now by her side was Ailema her undead pet cackling and waiting in anticipation to do the bidding her master had placed upon her.