Post by Solanghe on Mar 9, 2007 0:30:16 GMT -5
Name: Solanghe the Silent
Lineage: Human Father, ½ Human, ½ High Elf Mother - Scottish Farmers
Solanghe began life in the Scottish hills on her parents’ small farm. Five years before her father had discovered her frail and trembling mother (22 years his junior) hiding in an alleyway behind the local tavern. The townspeople had discovered her closely guarded secret; that she was 1/2 High Elf, and were attempting to drive her out of town.
Solanghe’s father took pity on her as he was a kind man, and helped her to escape. He invited her to hide awhile in his modest bachelor home, secluded in the hills, until she could find refuge elsewhere…. she never left. Five years later, Solanghe was born.
Solanghe appears to be totally human and passes as such - except for her unusual pale, milky skin and prematurely white hair, which she explains away as a sort of birth defect. Her appearance is in truth the unfortunate result of the union of Elf to Human in her near bloodline.
She is physically blind (another defect from the cross union) but is able to see changes in light and shadows quite well. She has runic tattoos around both eyes; the meaning of those is unknown at this time. Because of her Elven blood, she possesses an intuitive ‘second sight’, which allows her to move about quite well in the world.
A talented Alchemist, Solanghe is completely neutral in the politics and battles of Solheimer and prefers to spend her time alone in her cozy shop with her potions and herbs, or visiting with the Goblins with whom she shares a mutual understanding and affection.
But…. they all come to her: the Orcs, the Humans, the Kobold, the Dwarves…at some point they all come – to have a wound dressed with soothing herbs gently applied with a small warm hand, to sit by the fire and drink one of her delicious strong teas…they talk to her, easily and freely about everything and nothing - spilling secrets, admitting weaknesses…. she listens.
‘What IS it about her?’ they wonder. Those strange dead eyes that seem to pierce your own, the way her touch can instantly calm and comfort…that odd glowing skin….the way she seems to know, without being told, what potion or panacea is needed….
Solanghe keeps her secret wrapped tightly around her – she lives in constant fear that her lineage will be discovered. And as such, she rarely speaks.
Lineage: Human Father, ½ Human, ½ High Elf Mother - Scottish Farmers
Solanghe began life in the Scottish hills on her parents’ small farm. Five years before her father had discovered her frail and trembling mother (22 years his junior) hiding in an alleyway behind the local tavern. The townspeople had discovered her closely guarded secret; that she was 1/2 High Elf, and were attempting to drive her out of town.
Solanghe’s father took pity on her as he was a kind man, and helped her to escape. He invited her to hide awhile in his modest bachelor home, secluded in the hills, until she could find refuge elsewhere…. she never left. Five years later, Solanghe was born.
Solanghe appears to be totally human and passes as such - except for her unusual pale, milky skin and prematurely white hair, which she explains away as a sort of birth defect. Her appearance is in truth the unfortunate result of the union of Elf to Human in her near bloodline.
She is physically blind (another defect from the cross union) but is able to see changes in light and shadows quite well. She has runic tattoos around both eyes; the meaning of those is unknown at this time. Because of her Elven blood, she possesses an intuitive ‘second sight’, which allows her to move about quite well in the world.
A talented Alchemist, Solanghe is completely neutral in the politics and battles of Solheimer and prefers to spend her time alone in her cozy shop with her potions and herbs, or visiting with the Goblins with whom she shares a mutual understanding and affection.
But…. they all come to her: the Orcs, the Humans, the Kobold, the Dwarves…at some point they all come – to have a wound dressed with soothing herbs gently applied with a small warm hand, to sit by the fire and drink one of her delicious strong teas…they talk to her, easily and freely about everything and nothing - spilling secrets, admitting weaknesses…. she listens.
‘What IS it about her?’ they wonder. Those strange dead eyes that seem to pierce your own, the way her touch can instantly calm and comfort…that odd glowing skin….the way she seems to know, without being told, what potion or panacea is needed….
Solanghe keeps her secret wrapped tightly around her – she lives in constant fear that her lineage will be discovered. And as such, she rarely speaks.
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