Name: Célóra
Age: 137 (Looks early 20’s) Life Expectancy: 400
Star Constellation: Stiarna mynd grið (Peace/Protection) A large circle of stars, circling around all the other Northern Elf Star Constellations.
Strength: 1
Constitution: 2
Intelligence: 2
Cunning: 1
Reflexes: 2
Awareness: 4
Species: Halda Firar (Northern Elf)
Origin: Bjǫð Ór Svell (The Frozen Wastes)
Like all of her people, Célóra has white-grey hair and pale blue eyes. She is tall and slender, built for speed. She isn’t the smartest cookie, raised in a community where hunting prowess is more sought after than knowledge. Every hundred years, her people send out someone to discover the outside world, Célóra was the one chosen. She is wary of people she hasn’t met before, slow to trust. Her goal is to travel the world and earn of it, then return to her people to share with them.
Equipment:
Spear
Bow + 20 arrows
Célóra had been wandering for the past few years, she'd left her home, Bjǫð Ór Svell, or as the southerners liked to call it, The Frozen Wastes, four years ago. Her journey had eventually led her to where she was now, wandering through a forest at night. She hated to sleep at night in the towns or cities, they had way too many people, so she instead come out here to get away from it all.
She eventually came across some sort of camp fire with figure huddled around it. She approached silently to get a better look at them. Some of them were rather short, dwarves probably, and they all had weapons.
She moved back a little ways from the camp as to not startle them before shouting out, "Hail the camp!"
(I suppose this will do as a starting post >.< )
