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Message: <blockquote data-quote="s@squ@tch" data-source="post: 5341107" data-attributes="member: 42885">Appearance: Long, flowing silver hair blowing wild. Violet eyes with a streak of silver, mostly tan skin, interrupted by occasional patches of smooth silvery skin. Short and lithe, Virashil exudes a sense of power out of her small frame.Personality: Her draconic ancenstry has influenced her personality -- combined with her elven roots, she takes a long term view on most actions. Normally good-natured, she enjoys conversation Background: Virashil comes from a small village of Elves deep in the [general setting], where it backs up to a small outcropping of snow-covered peaks. Their village is a close-knit community, of common elves, except for the occasional child born with silver hair or silver flecked skin. It is rumored that ages ago, an old silver dragon inhabited the peaks near their village, and would occasionally come down from the mountain as an elf and live among them for a period of time. It is thought that the blood of this dragon continues to appear every few generations and spawn a child who has the gift for magic.Virashil left her village some years ago, setting out to discover more about what fuels her inner power. She first travelled to the nearby mountain peaks, looking for any sign of the rumored silver wyrm, but found nothing. Somewhat downfallen, she then set out to find out more about the legend of her people -- to determine if there actually was a silver dragon that inhabited the mountain peaks near her village. She sought out the advice of a few sages, who were able to find out that yes, at one time an old silver dragon named N'al Loranthanxx had made his lair in the peaks. Her spirits buoyed by this bit of information, she journeyed once more to the peaks near her village. The journey was harsh and difficult, for she had ascended above the tree line and trudged through crags of snow and ice. Virashil finally realized that she had bitten off more than she could chew -- for she was no mountaineer, just a fledgling sorceress. Panic ran through her mind as she realized that she may not make it back down the mountain with her life. The biting cold had begun to seep its way into her bones and her mind grew slow. Step after step became more labored. She began to feel warmer... The last thing she remembered was falling down into a snowbank... She doesn't remember when she regained consciousness. She awoke beneath a heap of soft furs, underneath her was a soft bed of fine linens. The first thing she heard was ,"There my child, do not fret, for you are in a safe place. Go back to sleep and regain your strength."Hours, or days, later, for she had lost track of time, she awoke and was able to take in her surroundings -- a chamber, hewn out of solid rock, and appointed with plush furnishings, she was laying in a finely adorned bed. A closed door led out of the room. She heard footsteps, and the door opened, an older man, an elf, walked in. She immediately noticed the silver hair and skin, and the fine silk robes that he wore."My child, my name is N'al Loranthanxx, and I have watched you for some time. I was impressed with your spirit and tenacious pursuit of finding me. For your thoughts and instincts were correct, a small portion of my blood runs through your veins. I am glad that you chose to seek me out, for I have forseen that you will be needed by good dragonfolk in a battle against our evil brothers."Virashil spent many months in the confines of N'al Loranthanxx's lair, atop the snowy peaks, learning about her heritage, and developing her powers. She was even taught how to breath ice! (draconic breath feat)At the end of her stay, N'al Loranthanxx called her to him, still in his human form, and told her that she had to set out on her own -- but to always remember that she was destined to help out her fellow dragonkind in their time of need -- that she would know what that was when it appeared. In the mean time, however, she was to further develop her powers as a sorceress.She left, with great remorse, and set out to find her destiny. She changed her name to include N'al, to honor her distance draconic relative. She caught on with an adventuring band of similar ideals and temperment, and have been travelling with them until the present day.....</blockquote>

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