Elide
Cold, unyielding death.
Appearance
Elide is an average height for a half-elf with sickly pale skin, white hair, and pupil-less white eyes. She looks more corpse than living being.
Skills and Abilities
- Shadowkinesis/ Umbrakinesis
- Elide possesses the ability to manipulate shadows at will- bending, stretching and molding them to her desire, using them for concealment and as a tangible being to attack foes.
- Her shadows grow weaker in bright light and stronger in low light.
- Shadow of Death
- Elide can conjure a shadow figure to track and accelerate the natural decay of whatever it's target is. Too close and death can occur very quickly and very painfully. This power, fortunately, is very taxing on Elide and has been reserved for use only when necessary.
- Necromancy
- It only suits Elide to have a mastery over death itself after siphoning the life force of so many beings. She can raise and control groups of the dead as well as communicate with spirits.
Personality
An enigmantic allure, Elide's presence is one of mystery and quiet intensity. She possesses a cunning wit and sharp intellect. Calm and calculated, Elide remains one step ahead at any cost. Despite the darkness of her nature and power, she is not inherently malevolent. Rather, it is a choice she makes to stay alive and in the good graces of the other Wardens.
Despite being fiercely independent, Elide can be quite charming, effortlessly weaving a web of intrigue and lies around those who are unfortunate enough to encounter her.
Despite being fiercely independent, Elide can be quite charming, effortlessly weaving a web of intrigue and lies around those who are unfortunate enough to encounter her.
Biography & Lore
Bastard half-elf daughter of Agravayne, not that he cares. Elide was born in the slave pits to a human mother, never meeting her father until she was beyond help. Of course, she'd heard of him, her mother demanding for his return after he abandoned her (like any other mildly attractive woman that crossed his path), but the guards and other slaves mocked her- called her insane. She would finally be graced by his presence at seventeen when one slaver had pushed her too far. The words he spoke, never once repeated by Elide, had awoken the raw power she had never known that she possessed. With a catastrophic eruption, an ancient dark energy pulsed through her veins forcing the shadows of slaves and slave masters alike to twist and writhe at her command, coalescing into corporeal creatures that quickly slaughtered all beings unfortunate enough to be in her path. And with one wave of power waning, another shook the ground beneath her feet as she willed those she had slain to rise and wreak more havoc on the camp. More chaos. More death.
She never did find out how many she had killed. She never wanted to know. She only knew that at some point, a Warden had shot her with an arrow coated in somnusbane that paralyzed her and forced her into a slumber long enough for the situation to get under control. When she awoke, she met him. Agravayne. Or rather, she met his sister, her aunt, while he sat by trying to look more than useless.
And there, Elide was offered the choice: "You will work for us as a warden, or we can leave you to rot with your whore mother back in the pits."
She never did find out how many she had killed. She never wanted to know. She only knew that at some point, a Warden had shot her with an arrow coated in somnusbane that paralyzed her and forced her into a slumber long enough for the situation to get under control. When she awoke, she met him. Agravayne. Or rather, she met his sister, her aunt, while he sat by trying to look more than useless.
And there, Elide was offered the choice: "You will work for us as a warden, or we can leave you to rot with your whore mother back in the pits."
