Celira Dolgil

Biographical information

Birthplace Falwood Born Died Age Human Years: 25-27 Elven Years: 239 Home Volta Sexuality Pronouns

Physical description

Race Elf Sub-Race Gender Female Height 5 ft 8 in Mass 145 lbs Hair color Endless, snowy hair, usually wrapped in intricate fabrics, wooden beads and trinkets to form some sort of haphazard ponytail. Eye color Icy grey Skin color Lightly tanned and scattered with freckles. Her face is marked with almost glowing tattoos, sprawling across her forehead and down her jawline.

Political information

Affiliation(s) Occupation First year student at The University of Volta Clan(s) Caste Domain Masters Apprentices Alias(es)

Out-of-character information

Writer JollyTink Created on February 23, 2021 Avatar https://samsdaimods.tumblr.com/image/181317602418

Celira came into the world on a warm summer day when the sun hung high in the sky. It was not unlike any other day. Yet, not a soul knew of the secret hidden within the trees.

Many, many years ago, the seer of Falwood foresaw that the King would sire a child. A girl. She would be the only one, but would bear no resemblance to the Queen. Upon hearing of this, the Queen was rightfully enraged. She kept the King from his most kingly desires for as long as she possibly could. Effectively preventing him from wandering off at lavish banquets, or even eyeing more voluptuous beings. Duty calls for royalty eventually. The King was hailed to attend an important engagement afar. Thus, the prophecy was set in motion.

Moons passed after the King's return. Falwood was business as usual for the time being. Soon after, on that fateful day, news of tradgedy filtered through the canopy. At first, murmurs of apprehension; next refugees. Routine was shattered. The city bursting at the seams with worn and tired beings seeking asylum. There had been no where else. What better opportunity than now to smuggle the King's mistress into hiding? Celira was born with a sliver of sun kissing her cherub face. She was whisked from Falwood admist the chaos, the King giving her the life she deserved before the Queen could destroy it. Celira was able to thrive knowing nothing of her past.

Celira outlived these nomads that she had called family for so long. They were mere humans, she was not. She had met all sorts and learned many a thing on her travels.Though due to her ever growing curiousity of all things magical, Volta is where she now called home. Within her first month of residency, Celira was lucky enough to land a spot among the Electroalchemy course at The University of Volta. Luck wasn't all there was to it though. As she progresses through her first year, she's finding out things come a bit more natural to her than most.

Celira holds herself proud of what seems to be her natural abilities. Shoulders back, head held high, and a haughty step. She keeps her seemingly endless, snowy hair wrapped in colorful fabrics, decorating it with wooden beads and trinkets, having it form a haphazard ponytail of sorts that hangs over her right shoulder. Her pointy ears are just long enough to poke through the strands. Her icy grey eyes are always pouring over some book or following her hands as she takes notes. They contrast her lightly tanned skin that is scattered with freckles, yet compliment the strange markings across her face. This faintly glowing tattoo that sprawls across her forehead and follows her jawline is the only thing that gives Celira sleepless nights. It's been there since her birth and appears to creep further down her neck as she ages.

~ Proficient in Elven and Trade language
~ Able to understand and concoct minor alchemical formulas (she enjoys the ones that keep her going most)
~ Animal Friendship
~ Can perform small incantations that she has learned (i.e. - Arcane Eye - able to create an invisible, magical eye to spy on people, Comprehend Language - can understand language that she doesn't know, can't speak or write it though)

Celira is considered a weirdo by most folks. She's a haughty lady who likes to think she's lucky when in truth she was born from royalty (nobody knows that though). She does have a friendly streak when it comes to her academics. Since, she possesses a natural ability towards anything magical, she often times get a little too excited to help people when they struggle. This puts people off through. So most times, she's seen absorbed in a book, taking notes or chit chatting with local non-people varieties. Celira does love to learn. After classes are over, you can often find her wandering the streets, scribbling down things in her notebook. Anything from who is who to what is what.