Rorry Sveffine

A pair of silvery blue eyes gaze up at you with a mixture of caution and curiousity as the small figure seems to be measuring you up. You've noticed that she doesn't say much, and began to wonder if she is perhaps mute. The only distinguishing characteristic is a multihued bracelet wrapped tightly around her wrist adorned with an assortment of gemstones.

Bio: Her birth was much like her temperament… reclusive, reserved and rescinded. Her silvery locks were like a rainbow in the eyes of her father, Anitor although he didn’t have the foresight to see that this would be his only child, he had the wisdom to understand that this was the greatest blessing from Beryl.

But with every blessing comes a curse. Before Anika had even taken a step or spoke a word, her mother abandoned her, her father and their entire village. She knows little of why she left, and much less of where she is but she senses from her father that she’s still alive. Somewhere.

She grew up in the mines with her father, tirelessly picking away at the cavernous walls in search of gems so that they and their village could afford food to eat and weapons to defend themselves from the monsters of the Underdark. Ani was typically deep in thought and used her spare time reading anything she could get her hands on, and was renown for her impressive reasoning skills.

At the age of 37, Anitor realized that his daughter’s talents were being wasted on menial labor, she was destined to be greater than he was, he had come to accept that but feared for her path, knowing that her path you flow against Ryver… against their adversaries, the Dark Elves. She became the youngest female of the village Ryver to ever be inducted into the Guild of Eyes, a thieves society. She thrived for several seasons, learning the skills of espionage (which included deciphering Drowish notes, and learning the Guilds’ soundless language) and had developed a capacity to utilize Illusionary magic to defend her homeland.

On the eve of her 39th birthday as she was conducting a scouting mission away from the village, she was approached by a young helmed cadet and given word of an approaching troupe of Dark Elves, she gather herself and her hammer, began to travel down the dark, stone pathways to the centre of the village Ryver…

She became a febrile flush of fawning… she fell to her knees as the smoke singed her nostrils. Her village, the village Ryver lay in ruin. She heard the wails of the children and the pleas of the women trapped in the flames slowly welting away, then instantly caught a glimpse of the young cadet unsheathing his blade. She turned and with more fortune than skill thwarted a quick strike from the stronger gnome. Ani stepped back and dug her boots into the stone preparing for another attack… but it never came.

The cadet removed his helm revealing the long tresses of silvery hair and pair of piercing blue eyes. She knew who it was… but she didn’t understand why. The figure breathed a few words that Ani had never heard and the young gnome was knocked backwards several yards into the Ryver and the blackness came to her.

She awakened on the surface, a place she had never seen but had heard, read more stories of than she could remember. Her body battered and her spirit broken she has finally found civilization and has come to the realization that she needs to move on with her life… that it would be the greatest way to bring honor to her father.