Leilatha; The Loremaster of the White Tower

Name: 

Leilatha; The Loremaster of the White Tower.

Gender: 

Female

Age: 

While considered young for an elf’s immortal cycle, Leilatha exceeds many of the lifetimes of men.

Species: 

Elf. Leilatha is of the elder blood, the soul of the Asur and can carry her linage back to the dawn of the Elvish kind far beyond the birth of the gods of men and the current world. She is not to be mistaken with the many half-breeds and offshoots that have come from the word Elf. 

Description: 

Many state that Leilatha lives up to her name as ‘Winter Flower.’ She is beautiful and graceful like a full bloomed plant, yet harsh and cold at the same time. Tough enough to live through the harshest of conditions while maintaining what beauty the world has ever seen. 

With long auburn hair, a rarity among her kind who tend to boast golden and white braids and a complexion that is that of the purest maiden. She is the perfect imagery of one of the Elder Elves, many of her own kind even claiming she would be one of the gods themselves in earth walking form.

Profession: 

The Loremaster of the White Tower.

Wealth: 

Leilatha lives a comfortable life when at home in her own lands among her own people, when abroad however she is given little to allow her the same comforts, precious gems and jewels for bartering and little more then the clothes on her back. 

Combat Role: 

As the Loremaster, Leilatha has been trained in the arts of magic and survival means. She would classify as a Mage/Ranger. 

Strengths & Weaknesses:

Leilatha is one of the Asur or High Elves as many called them since the fall of the Elven civilisations and as such has been blessed with immortal life. She like all others do not die by age, nor can they become sick through natural illness. In times of legend the elves, like the phoenix would be reborn from the fire temples if they were to be killed through unnatural means. These ages are long lost and now any Elf of the Asur that is killed in battle faces a fate far worse then death, they can still hold lives that proceed eternity if they are careful enough to survive a darkening age. This has allowed her to become a part of The Loremasters of the White Tower, a order of warrior-mages that have a long and established reputation as being one of the highest Tiers in their trade. It takes centuries of practice and training in order for one to become initiated within the White Tower as a Loremaster, a mere drop in the lifeblood of an elf.   

However being part of the order has not been easy for Leilatha. 

She has an unusual allergy of potions, which is both odd for a mage and an elf. Potion making is a large part of any mage’s life, they use them in order to keep the mastery in their art under control as well as for guidance in other facets of the trade. Where most mages would happily concoct a potion in order to sharpen their control over the powers they command Leilatha cannot rely on such. She has been noted to become extremely unwell, almost as if drunk if she consumes any potion of magical beginnings. Even the fumes of creating such vials can make her need rest and relief for hours after.

As her race slowly reaches it’s final days any elf of the Asur, along with Leilatha have began to feel the effects of their dwindling caste. The days become shorter, the nights longer. Where once an elf could stand awake on guard for weeks without the need for rest, it has come to the need of longer and more sustained periods of rejuvenation. Their hold on the world is waning and they struggle with the concept.

Major Motivations:

The restoration of the White Tower and the protection of the world against the coming darkness.

Magic:

Leilatha may hold the rank of Loremaster, however she is far from what the skilled remember them to be. She has been taught magic throughout her many years, and has a talent for that which centres on nature and life. However to expect her to be a master mage with the capabilities to level entire cities on a whim…she just isn’t that kind of elf. 

Background:

Winterflower…

I have given you the rank of Loremaster.

Your training has taken a great many years but I, your father have deemed you ready. 

However it is with a heavy heart that I must also say that your title means that you must leave the White Tower. 

Go forth into the world and learn. There is no more you can learn here. 

Remember who were were and more importantly who we are. The humans are rough yes, but I have given you the hope for them that I carried for even when it was considered wrong.

You have all the time to become what you want to my Winterflower. 

They do not have the privilege. 

Love always.

Your Father.