Kalira Aneth'norel
EDIT: Kalira unfortunately is not going to be played anymore. The D&D campaign was not going well, and this character (aka ME) kept getting screwed over. If I didn't talk, I'd get screwed over. If I tried to act in character, I'd get screwed over. Not fun. I mean, really, there's no point in showing up for a gaming session if you aren't going to have fun.
This character was kind of fucked from the start due to the DM "rolling to see what kind of elf she'd be". He rolled, and she ended up being a "noble and arrogant" grey elf. Fuck that! I had a totally different character concept in line. Something wild, random, and fun. Being a snobby noble and looking down upon everyone totally conflicted with that idea. I told him that after the first session, but things never got better. No matter what I did, it was apparently "wrong". I just couldn't get into the character during the last session, and my character still got fucked over in the end. So basically, I'm quitting the campaign. At least with her. I'm going to attempt to play a different character, and this time actually play what I want to play. If he has issues with it, and the next session doesn't go well, then fuck it. I'm out!
Kalira is a D&D character of mine. Not DDO. Actual pen and paper D&D. She's a grey elf druid, and I feel the need to write up a history for her after our first session. The DM needs to know what my character is supposed to be like.
I have a sort of "origins" theme going here. There is a story started about the birth of the character, and eventually there will be some highlights of her childhood. Nothing grand, but enough to give an idea of what the character is like.
It's an In Progress work so far.
Name: Kalira Aneth'norel
Gender: Female
Race: Grey Elf
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 126 lbs.
Age: 107 years
The Beginning
The night Kalira was born started off as a calm and serene scene. A clear night brought a sky full of bright stars that had anxiously been awaiting the new arrival. Kalira's mother, Amryn, was in her study, reading various scrolls and tomes she had recently recovered. She had felt only a small pain in the evening hours. The tiny sharpness of it was unlike any pain she had encountered in all her long years. This strange new sensation was enough to break her perfectly honed concentration.
Standing up from her cluttered desk, she slowly walked to the window full of gently swaying roses. She smiled as she looked lovingly upon them. The largest rose almost seemed to bow towards her. It had been a gift from her husband years ago. Magical, he had said. It is blessed by love, and shall never wither as long as I have you. She giggled everytime she remembered that first day. When she was young, a strange and awkward bard had handed her a small flower. She had laughed at the silly jester, not knowing that his goofy charms would hide such a beautiful truth.
As she caressed the undying rose with an outstretched hand, her other patted her expectant belly, holding the other gift from beloved. She felt another larger pain that made her smile falter slightly. Carefully she plucked a petal off the sacred rose and held it to her lips.
"The beginning is near, and so should you be," she whispered to the petal before throwing it out the window. It soared high into the night air and hovered for a moment. After spinning slightly, it sped into the city with a great sense of urgency. Amryn moved to an ornate couch near the window to patiently wait for her husband's return.
Many painfully long moments passed. Years of practiced meditation suddenly seemed useless as the pains quickened. Her steady resolve kept her from crying out as her eyes looked pleadingly outside for any sign of her love. The stars grew dimmer as grey clouds slithered through the sky. The sudden whispering of chimes outside broke the silence of the night. The sounds were supposed to be calming, yet they sounded almost haunting as the winds began to blow.
Amryn tried to focus on the rose in the window. He'll be here soon, she chanted in her mind.
An hour later, a great gust of wind blew the door open. Startled, Amryn began to stand up, and then sank back down in relief. Standing in the doorway was a frantic and disheveled man. He looked around in a panic, and straightened when he saw her.
"You called, my lady?" he asked with a theatrical smile, holding up the rose petal in triumph.
Amryn's laughter was cut short by another sharp pain. The normally suave and charismatic man rushed to her side, nearly tripping over himself in the process.
Together they waited. The storm outside slowly picked up speed, wind flowing through the open window and door. The chimes outside were fiercely screaming, masking those now coming from within the house. Clouds swirled angrily above, and lightning thrashed within them. The bard, who had been unwilling to leave his wife's side, finally turned to stand, unable to ignore the chaos threatening to invade their home.
He quickly ran to the door, cursing that he hadn't close it before.
(to be continued...)
Childhood
(A description of how Kalira acted as a child will soon be here...)