[Millarz]

Millarz

Subject to change. Probably soon :p

Name:: Millarz
Race:: Elf
Role:: Clanless loner
Gender:: Female
Age:: Young, but not a child

Description:: Millarz's appearance is ever changing. Her hair changes often and she can go from wearing natural purple garb to a black enderman sweater or whatever she fancies at the moment. What stays constant are the purple that always weasels its way into her appearance and the distinguishable elf ears of hers. She is a short for an elf. She looks with innocent eyes that may at times fool someone and leaps with much more strength than she appears to have.

Personality:: Millarz has always known she was a strange elf. No discomfort from darkness, no hatred towards dwarves (and lately any other race as well), a preference to live alone... Yet she always knew she was an elf at heart. She would be lost without an enchanted bow or the ability to use magic, even if in small quantities. Writing is, of course, an elf staple and something Millarz loves partaking in as well. When not writing her own diary entries or stories, she transcribes ancient elven books from a decrepit library of which only she knows the location of. She believes that a creature should be judged based on its personal conduct rather than its race and will fight anyone fiercely in words if they oppose this belief. Her faults mostly entail being clueless: clueless as to where she is, clueless as to what she's required to do, clueless as to what to offer for trading, clueless about a great deal of things. You could say her head is often in the clouds. She is also not the best fighter and is also quite lazy.

Lore:: Born in darkness and orphaned at age 10, Millarz soon became used to living in both light and lack of it whenever it was required. The darkness brought a great deal of perils the freshly orphaned elf could not yet deal with; she barely knew how to even make a sword after all. The devious creepers soon made sure she was acquainted with the oh-so-pleasant intestine-squishing sensation of being respawned by the great Arbor. This soon became habit, and although death became less frequent as she got older and more proficient at defending herself, she never really minded being respawned as much as most creatures would. For a while, Millarz lived by herself, watching in the background the civilization of elves her parents had somehow been exiled from. She never knew why. Having no knowledge of much technology, she relied more on ingenuity and offerings to Arbor to reduce her time in death.
One day, after an unknown time an orphan, an elf boy had spotted Millarz. She had been intrigued by him off in the distance, as she had never really seen anyone her age before, and for the first time, she had crept closer to the elf civilization. For some reason, Millarz felt no real fear of the boy. He greeted her as a friend and suggested they worked together to make a base. Millarz realized that he did not know she was the daughter of exiles. Why should he? She was born after her parents had already left and were forgotten. Perhaps, she thought, she did not have to survive alone anymore! She could live in the safety of the elf spawn surrounded by the friendly elves- her own kind! Not that she minded much they were elves and not humans or golems or dwarves (orc killing was and is not her sort of thing). They were just people she could live with and trust and be friends with. She heartily agreed to the elf boy, and she soon learned his name was Jake.
From here on, if you have know Millarz for long, you should know the story of how Jake inadvertently betrayed the location of their hidden base, causing Millarz to be raided for the first time in her life. Then Jake disappeared, leaving her with his lessons on how to be an elf in the village and an overall positive impression of elf-kind. This is why she still lives alone, but among the company of the elves in the village still. She loves living in the spawn and having the access to talk to all races by doing so. She may be a loner, but she is not alone.