Very little is known about Eilasandree's early life,even to the woman herself. Born as the oldest out of three sisters, she spent her entire life being groomed for the rigors of nobility, even as her sisters clowned around and wasted away the family resources on frivolous expenses, at least in her opinion. For almost twelve decades she was molded into the next head of house,only for it to be snatched away from her at the very last moment. Marriage into another noble house, one that would combine the two into one powerful enough to be considered one of the major houses. Only problem was, the son of the other house was smitten with her youngest sister and refused to bind with anyone else, and Eilasandree had to watch as everything she had worked for was swept away in flowers and smiles. For a moment, everything became too much for Eilasandree, and she snapped. Months later, when she finally found herself calm again, she was alone and in an empty house. Each member of her family had met with 'tragedy', leaving her the sole heir to the fortune and the responsibility. Taking in the new situation, she couldn't help the grin on her face. She wouldn't have had it any other way.

While many were suspicious of her, or superstitious of the tragedies that had befallen her house's name, elves live for a long time and eventually things are forgotten. Soon, using the knowledge she had gained from those younger days of her life, Eilasandree found herself once again leading one of the major houses of the Elven union, and all alone. But instead of seeking any sort of companionship, she went down a different path. Whether it was guilt, or a warped sense of logic, over the centuries of life she had now spent alive she had slowly grown more and more obsessed with just how easily she had managed to take over, none of her family the wiser until the very, very end. Eilasandree wanted, needed, a way to avoid that same fate and eventually, she found it. An old, wandering human sold a tome of necromancy to one of her employees, who in turn took one look at the cover and quickly passed it off to his mistress to deal with. The moment the pages of skin touched her slender fingers, the elf knew she had found what she was looking for. Far and wide she sent her emissaries, working under the cover of darkness to collect as many tomes on necromancy and anything connected to it as they could find. Eilasandree poured over the books, scrolls and ancient tomes with a mania that only the obsessed can wield, and eventually she found her answer. It took years to gain the necessary skill in necromancy that was required, but she had the time, and eventually she was ready. In a ritual seen as the most unholy and abominable act that one can possibly commit by those around her, she took her own life and on that day was raised as a banshee, a member of the Undead, and impervious to the effects of old age. Just under a millenium later, with all who remember her long since buried, she now resides within her darkened dwelling in Fal'Addas, watching the world,and waiting.

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