Name: Ielenai Beren
Member: Ielenai Beren
Eye Color: bright emerald green with golden flecks
Race: half-elven
Hair Color: golden brown
Age: 25 (looks 17 or 18)
Distinguishable marks/scars: when the story starts, her left ear, and part of the left side of her face are burned, and she has scars on her arms, stomach and back, from a rather rowdy ‘customer’ who turned violent.
Height: 5’4”
Deity: Galafete
Likes: celebrations and festivals of most any kind, being independent, and a nice warm bed (simple pleasures for a simple girl)
Dislikes: senseless violence
Fears: being helpless
Weapon of choice: her wits, or failing that, her longsword
Ielenai’s mother was, to put it politely, a working woman. As is common in that profession, accidents happen… and a year later, Ielenai was born. Elves, though uncommon in that region of the world, are not entirely unheard of. Ielenai, though she knows her lineage, has never tried to find out who her father is; it has just never mattered to her. When Ielenai was fifteen, her mother died, after a long illness. It was during her mother’s illness that Ielenai had to start working to support her mother, and in time, herself. She worked mostly in taverns as a barmaid, but she took most anything she could get. After her mother’s death, Ielenai traveled, first to Gryphon’s keep, then to Ranest and Lesko. Along the way, she picked up bits and pieces of an education from her travels, as well as weapons training from a young human man named Eamon in Gryphon’s Keep.
While dealing with rowdies became a job requirement, it was in Lesko that she ran into trouble. Ielenai had been aware from the time that she was a child, that, while she was accepted by most people, there were those who took offense at her lineage, and she learned to hide it as much as she could; usually this only meant covering her head with a scarf and keeping her head down, speaking only when spoken to. While Ielenai didn’t much like ‘the oldest profession’, it was sometimes the only way for her to make ends meet. One night, she took a somewhat handsome young miner to her room, or at least he would have been handsome had he been cleaned up. He was large and muscular, as were most of these miners she had come in contact with since coming to Lesko, but he did not seem as rough and weathered as many of them. He began to undress her, but when he tried to pull off the scarf on her head, she stopped him. He forcefully pulled the scarf off. Seeing her pointed ears, and looking into her fear-filled emerald eyes, he was filled with rage. He called her a filthy half-breed, grabbed her by the hair, and held her face to a lamp. Her left ear, and part of the left side of her face were burned, and her hair was slightly singed. She screamed and fought his grip, then ran for the door. He pulled a knife on her, cutting her several times on both of her arms, her stomach and her back. She was able to open the door, and ran down the hall, bleeding. The bartender, who came running after hearing her screams, caught her, and she collapsed into his arms. Her assailant came running out of the room, half-dressed and brandishing a bloody knife. The bartender pushed him, knocking him down the stairs. Ielenai’s wounds were cleaned and dressed, but there was little else her companions could do for her. While she was still physically able to do her job, she detested the monster she felt she now was, and left Lesko.
Ielenai wanted to leave Lesko and her memories of the unfortunate incident behind; she felt it was a sign of her weakness, and she swore she would never be that helpless again. After asking around, Ielenai found that there was a merchant caravan leaving for Kerswick. After proving her worth, she signed on as a caravan guard, and left Lesko behind. Since she was burned, Ielenai had covered herself even more, wearing a cloak with a hood as much of the time as she could. She never let any of her companions see her face, or any of the scars on her body, she didn’t want anyone to know that she was a deformed monster.
Ielenai is traveling to Kerswick in search of a new beginning, and she hopes that she can find a healer who can fix her deformities.
Ielenai’s mother was, to put it politely, a working woman. As is common in that profession, accidents happen… and a year later, Ielenai was born. Elves, though uncommon in that region of the world, are not entirely unheard of. Ielenai, though she knows her lineage, has never tried to find out who her father is; it has just never mattered to her. When Ielenai was fifteen, her mother died, after a long illness. It was during her mother’s illness that Ielenai had to start working to support her mother, and in time, herself. She worked mostly in taverns as a barmaid, but she took most anything she could get. After her mother’s death, Ielenai traveled, first to Gryphon’s keep, then to Ranest and Lesko. Along the way, she picked up bits and pieces of an education from her travels, as well as weapons training from a young human man named Eamon in Gryphon’s Keep.
While dealing with rowdies became a job requirement, it was in Lesko that she ran into trouble. Ielenai had been aware from the time that she was a child, that, while she was accepted by most people, there were those who took offense at her lineage, and she learned to hide it as much as she could; usually this only meant covering her head with a scarf and keeping her head down, speaking only when spoken to. While Ielenai didn’t much like ‘the oldest profession’, it was sometimes the only way for her to make ends meet. One night, she took a somewhat handsome young miner to her room, or at least he would have been handsome had he been cleaned up. He was large and muscular, as were most of these miners she had come in contact with since coming to Lesko, but he did not seem as rough and weathered as many of them. He began to undress her, but when he tried to pull off the scarf on her head, she stopped him. He forcefully pulled the scarf off. Seeing her pointed ears, and looking into her fear-filled emerald eyes, he was filled with rage. He called her a filthy half-breed, grabbed her by the hair, and held her face to a lamp. Her left ear, and part of the left side of her face were burned, and her hair was slightly singed. She screamed and fought his grip, then ran for the door. He pulled a knife on her, cutting her several times on both of her arms, her stomach and her back. She was able to open the door, and ran down the hall, bleeding. The bartender, who came running after hearing her screams, caught her, and she collapsed into his arms. Her assailant came running out of the room, half-dressed and brandishing a bloody knife. The bartender pushed him, knocking him down the stairs. Ielenai’s wounds were cleaned and dressed, but there was little else her companions could do for her. While she was still physically able to do her job, she detested the monster she felt she now was, and left Lesko.
Ielenai wanted to leave Lesko and her memories of the unfortunate incident behind; she felt it was a sign of her weakness, and she swore she would never be that helpless again. After asking around, Ielenai found that there was a merchant caravan leaving for Kerswick. After proving her worth, she signed on as a caravan guard, and left Lesko behind. Since she was burned, Ielenai had covered herself even more, wearing a cloak with a hood as much of the time as she could. She never let any of her companions see her face, or any of the scars on her body, she didn’t want anyone to know that she was a deformed monster.
Ielenai is traveling to Kerswick in search of a new beginning, and she hopes that she can find a healer who can fix her deformities.
