Name: Alfia
Sex: Female
Race: Half Elf/Half Human
Age: 20
Personality: an incredibly shy tavern maiden with a passionate heart. normally comes across as an aggressive and brutal type but is actually incredibly sweet. she loves to laugh and finds happiness in the little things; however is an awkward and weird girl who cannot seem to hold conversations well and blushes red when approached and talked to for a long time. she is not much but she is a friend who will stick with you til the end. sadly, she is deathly afraid of being romantically pursued and cannot respond to flirtation or the like.
Reflection (appearance, can put picture): A dark-skinned, short, plump, innocent tavern maid who loves red. She has an unnatural light green eyes and long black curly hair. She dons a black bodice and corset accentuated with white and wears a long black skirt.
Weapon(s): two daggers with words encarved Gloria on one and Autem on the other
Background: Having abandoned the family by her father prior Alexia's birth, Alfia an elf who fled home to be with her lover, sought to raise the babe on her own. Sold as a slave to the tavern master, she begged to birth, care and raise the baby. At first, he refused profusely but eventually gave up as she pleaded, her womb seemingly a hair strand too short to explode. When she was about to give birth, the wind was howling and the dark heavy clouds poured their water onto the earth. 14 hours of labor later, Alexia, an unusual dark-skinned baby, was born. While wrapping Alexia in white cloth, it slowly began to turn black. Alexia's closed fist reached for her mother's light brown hair and slowly it too turned black. Afraid of being accused of witchcraft and sentenced to death, Alfia kept this a secret and feared for their lives. Alfia remembered one of her people's rumors- dark elves, elves who were born under the moon's darkness who took pleasure in killing others and practices dark magic. Determined not to let the same fate occur to her child, she vowed to raise her as well as she could and to hide her powers as much as possible. As Alexia grew, she worked chores in the day and on her free time, used to spend her days wandering around the town, unaffected with all the silent whispers and stares of other people. For it is very uncommon for a commoner, even more for a daughter of a slave to wear black. People were very suspicious of her and accused her mother of prostitution. She paid no mind to them and comforted her sensitive mother. On one particularly rainy day while Alexia was preparing things inside the tavern, Alexia became suddenly alert and stood noisily up then shouted that she needed to get out, that someone is calling her name. Alfia, afraid that her daughter has gone mad or her powers have heightened, tried to coax her daughter into sleeping, but she wasn't having it. She dashed for the door and out into the rain as her mother's voice echoed out.
"be careful." Alexia heard someone call out to her; that was certain, but where are the voices now? She listened carefully but the rain made too much noise so she decided to aimlessly walk. She did so until she came across 2 daggers and it intrigued her. She looked around to see if anyone nearby had dropped it but looking at how deep the dagger's blade sunk, it would mean that it would be awhile. She thought it would be difficult to pull out but it came off easier than usual. Once she picked it up, the rain stopped and so she began her walk home. What would her mother think of the dagger, I wonder, and so her astray begins.
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