Irylith Rven

Irylith Rven (Ashfeld) (a.k.a. Bastard, Runt)

Born of the Esorian Empress's carnal sacrilege, she is now the bastard child of the the royal Rven Dynasty. Irylith grew up as the black sheep of her family. Consistently shunned by her siblings for not being of pure descent like them. Her Elven/Human features had created a beautiful young lady, but by whom all of her society would call ugly, for simply the condition of which she was born into. And so shunned by her family Irylith sought approval by all means from her mother, whom she felt the least attention. She trained the hardest and tested the longest of all the siblings, but would always seem to fail in the eyes of her goals. When came the Great War between the humans and the elves, she thought her proving would be found upon the battlefield showing to her countrymen who she really was aside from her accursed mixed race. Her mother granted her the first of many offenses onto the human's Northen Realm. A force of minor stature with young and old alike she set sail for the glory that she so desired.
But when undesired infiltrations turn to alert the whole of the hive as they landed and seized villages, a hailing army of outnumbering amounts answered the call and came from all across the Realm to protect its people. This left every elf number 1 to the human 5. Irylith nonetheless took the offense, knowing if she turned back now all that the work she had made this far would fall to nothing, and so glory awaited and by the gods' graces she would she the other side.
Through tactical analysis and pure luck, she came face to face with the man himself, Oran, High King of the Kingdoms of Man. His hubris taking the betterment of himself as he lead his calvary headfirst into the armies of her command. Falling from his horse and now entrapped by it, Irylith knew her glory had found it's way to her. She taking alongside a few soldiers, made their way over to the now crippled man. As he say there laughing at the distress and pain he suffered, Oran cursed out to them trying to work free his sword which too was entrapped beside him. Coming face to face with the leader of her enemies, Irylith stood and pondered by which way she would bring upon this man's death, chaos seemingly escaping her thoughts. Something however struck home about his face... a human kings face, though not from records before. As she takes off her helmet she unveils to the man laying before, her face. His instant recognition is cut short as a blade from a polearm is cleaved into his head.
Nary a second passes before too Irylith is struck in face by a flying blade, Its wielder swiftly behind it. His rage bleeding through the stale air around them could be seen as he sliced through the many men stepping forward to save their royalty. All came to a quick execution at the swing of the mans sword by which executions was its duty. It continued as the man came closer and closer to his target all before a knife is caught in between his 4th and 5th rib seizing all of his movements as he slowly fell to the ground struggling to stop his battle forward. Vekwen, the general of this incursion saved his heiress from her untimely demise. Seeing to the damages to both her army and her honor, Irylith calls for a retreat much to the dissatisfaction of the general.

Mental characteristics

Personal history

From a young age, Irylith has struggled to meet and surpass the judgment of her mother and siblings and is considered to be, even from birth the runt of the family line. These are intensified by her bastardization of birth, being it a lusted interest between two peoples; producing a frail and flawed child.

Conditions

• Half-borne

Gender

female

Eyes

Purple, Forlorne

Hair

Long, Raven Black w/ White Strands that shoot to the root

Height

5'11"

Weight

170 lbs