I am an elf of many talents, naturally. I have many friends in both high and low places, but my one true friend is my owl Amaia. Handsome silver - white hair, blues eyes with silver specks

I have lived over 2 centuries on the Continent of Northern Aetrus and life is just grand…or it would be.
I grew up in Ludum Praecontatio, a young Anoralfar running about the libraries within, trying to keep out of trouble, trying anyway., or the streets of my home, Daoinfel. My mother, Quelenna Amastacia, was a librarian here. She was beautiful for an Anoralfar, as we all are, but she was truly a diamond among rubies. She was organized, very graceful and studious. She learned some of the magics within and decided to put her learned skills to the test by becoming an adventurer for a time. My father was the always more the academic than she. He was powerful but too curious for his own good. When I was younger he had an unfortunately accident in preparation for a higher type of magic, it yielded unfortunately results and claimed his life. I have very few found memories of him but he did leave me with my most faithful of companions, his familiar, Amaia. Amaia and I were left with a friend of the family, Drusilia Nailo, a practitioner herself but of an apprentice level.
 
My mother spent a few years delving into various dungeons and thwarting bandits along the road. She was making a name for herself but all of that came to an abrupt end. She had found her way into a tomb, she has yet to tell me which one or where it was located for fear that I may go in search of revenge or something of the kind. Within it, her and her party encountered some sort of mummy lord. The creature imparted a disease upon her flesh, a sort of rot. Many of the mages of Ludum Praecontatio have attempted to cure disease but have been entirely unsuccessful. At most, they found a way to keep the rotting at bay, but it has taken its toll on her. Her flesh has deteriorated and it causes her much pain and discomfort.
Spells and components are expensive, even for one of the librarians’ salaries. Keeping her consistently healed has all but drained her finances dry. We have had to make many sacrifices, to which I happily acquiesce. In my youth, I had no way to support her; I was too young and not quite magically inclined enough to learn the spells needed to keep her comfortable. Once I was old enough to leave, I set out into the world. For one as small and as slender as I was, I learned quickly how to “alleviate” some of the wealthier members of society of their incredibly heavy coin purses, with the help of the ever faithful Amaia who served as both distraction and as a means of carrying coin. At first it went well, and then I was caught by the town guards and thrown in prison for a few months…first offense and all that. While I was in prison, I met an interesting human name Montilio, he gave me no surname, and I now know this was on purpose. He told me he could teach me not to be caught, he told me he could show me how to use misdirection and quick hands to be my greatest weapons. After I got out, he showed me how there are many more folks like me, and how we could succeed as a group to complete great tasks. Every time we completed a job, I sent my cut to my mother, to help pay for the spells that keep the rot away.

And that’s how it went; I would steal what I could, from the wealthiest of folks I could find, my hands in their pockets or their coin purses removed from their belts or tossing their coin bags to Amaia who would wish them away to a discreet location where I could retrieve them and her. The year have flown by and still I manage to keep my mother in the life style she has become accustomed, and still I have done my best not to be caught and steal only what is needed. Though recently, I feel like the Night Vale Coven Montillo introduced me to, has begun asking for services I do not provide. It has become increasing difficult to say no to so many requests, but I am not an assassin by trade and they know this, yet still they ask. No, I will not cross that line for them; I do not wish to harm anyone, I do not wish to take the life of anyone who has not done harm to me or my kin. If they persist with their unsavory requests, I may have to leave the Night Vale Coven all together.

Age

207 years old

Date of Birth

27th of Luseti

Gender

Male

Eyes

Blue, Silver Specks

Hair

silver-white

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

alabaster

Height

6'2"

Weight

130 lbs