Levria

[*Powderhorn]

Basic Information
Name: Levria Vril
Aliases: Levria
Gender: Female
Race: Wood Elf
Age: 120ish
Profession: Hunts evil! And stuff.
Languages: Common, Elvish, Undercommon
Accent: None

Physical Information
Height: Slightly above average
Weight: Slightly below average
Body build: Scrawny
Skin type: Clean when coerced into cleaning
Hair style: Usually bunched up under her straw hat
Scars: Her back is a gaping hole. (More to come)
Tattoos: No
Colouring:

[b]Hair:[/b] Red [b]Eyes:[/b] Green [b]Skin:[/b] Lightly tanned without apparent tan lines [/li]

Mental Information
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Philosophy: Slavery is bad, money isn't really all that, and it's hard to make good friends.
Deity/Beliefs: Believes in Norse gods, particularly follows Loki.
Personality:

Friendly, Helpful, Occasionally shy around men, "Thin Skinned" (Feelings-wise), Firm in what beliefs she does have. [u]Friendly[/u] [u]Helpful[/u] [u]Occasionally Shy[/u] [u]Thin Skinned[/u] [/li]

Additional Information
Gear: Always wears a straw hat.
Jewelry: None notable
Habbits/hobbies: Giving away what she finds.
General Health: Healthy, but, not very clean in nature. She's downright afraid of water, and cleansing isn't something that she much cared about.
Favorite Drink: Cider
Weaknesses: Curious, Feelings easily hurt, Water



Now, that being said: I did want to elaborate more on Levria's particular type of Elf. She's inspired by some of the Norse myths of elves I've come across, and I happened to one day stumble upon (using stumble upon :P) a picture of these old Norse Elves. You can see that here. Think "Elf Maiden". The way she's being played, she ages at the elvish rate, and used her nudity to lure men into... difficulty positions, before eating them. The hole in her back will bleed and drip, but will otherwise disappear once she gets about a foot away from it.

I will do some IC thoughts from her as time goes on, but those will be subsequent posts.

[*Powderhorn]

Levria sat in the Bottle and Jug, wondering how she got wound up in all of this. She had already assassinated two guards of the city, and she had only been in Sigil three weeks. As she sipped her small beer and waited on her steak, she took the time to reflect on what brought her to this point.

Life before Sigil was a simple one. She had her own forest to herself, the only one of her kind that she was aware of. She had no notion of parents or family, she just was. And yet, there were others that were, from the front at least, like her. Men would come into her forest with axes and saws, and would take away her trees. For years and years, she was too young, too weak, too unwise in her ways to do anything about it, except watch these men build boats in the winter, and sail away in the spring. They would come back loaded with gold, silver, and slaves.

The slaves were the worst part of it, of course. They were obviously helpless. Women mostly, the occasional child, and rarely a man. The women would be used in manners horrifying to Levria, while at the first sign of anything, or even just a whim of the men who brought them to this place, they would be executed in often cruel ways.

Levria, however, soon came to decide that she must do what she could to keep her trees from these men. The weather did not mind her at all, and she had no notion of clothing. A lithe shape, the men in the woods would see her flitting about the trees, only ever from the front that she knew of. She would make sure to only ever be seen by one at a time, and would lure them deeper in, the siren song of her body calling out to them.

Perhaps that is why sneaking came so naturally to Levria. Perhaps it was more deliberate, but it was always hard to tell the two apart for her.

She would allow the man close, and slowly crawl up to him. It might not have been seductive in nature, but people will often read what the wish to in a situation. When she felt that odd tingling in her loins she could never explain, she would only dimly experience the world. As if someone else were doing it, she would see the men's first look of surprise as she would bite into and through their necks, air being sucked into their veins. The most intense taste she would ever enjoy was that rich, warm blood. When did my teeth become so sharp? she would wonder to herself afterwards, the mangled corpse unrecognizable.

And yet, a few weeks past, she was playing in a lake that she would frequent. And after dunking her head under the water, she surfaced to find herself in a strange city with no stars, no trees, and people, animals, monsters, things everywhere.

It took exactly four seconds for a man in red armor to start berating her for being nude in Sigil.

[*Powderhorn]

Levria's time in Sigil brought out the best in her, and the worst in her. She would often go hunting various planes for anything that caught her eye, even though the vast majority of it bore her no use. These odds and ends would be brought to the Bazaar and either sold, traded, or given away, depending on what the person in question was able to do. Was it a charity case? Almost certainly, but, there is nothing inherently wrong with poverty, and if they could use the things in question and she couldn't, why hold onto them?

As a coin has two sides, so did Levria, however. While she would freely give her belongings away, in her first month in Sigil she had already murdered two guards, with a third still in planning. She had gotten away with them, certainly, but, a pattern was beginning to develop, and it had to be broken. This meant changing the methods, the timing, and the targets. None were safe from Levria's attacks.

Still, few knew of this other side of her. Part of her wanted to brag, part of her was ashamed. Luckily, she had enough sense to know that there are just some things you don't brag about.

Levria also managed to make some friends, some closer than others. Licca, for example, was quite the hand with these tasty delights of cakes. They never lasted long with Levria, and would be almost literally inhaled by her as soon as she was offered a piece. She couldn't be certain if she tasted the cake, or the passing wind of the cake as it shot down her throat. Charae, she could never be sure of. She was nice enough to her face, but, there was an end game in mind, of that Levria had no doubt. And there were plenty others too, nice enough, though whether it was for the things she gives away, or because they would ask her to do things in the Sigil manner later, she couldn't be certain.

Levria was never a cynic before arriving in Sigil, and yet now everyone's motives are suspect.