Name: Akalfa Dumri
Species: Dark Elf
Sex: Female
Role: Mage
Appearance: Akalfa is a bit of a runt for a dark elf. Standing at 5'2" with a curvacious, bottom-heavy build possessing just the barest hint of musculature. Covered head to toe in freckles across her slate-gray skin, long locks of curled ivory hair cascade down her face and amethyst eyes ending at the small of her back. Akalfa covers her wide hips in a tattered ankle-length skirt. A single strip of black cloth haphazardly wrapped around her breasts to maintain the barest semblance of modesty. Dressed in a ratty black cloak and hood, disheveled would be a more than apt description of her attire.
Personality: Akalfa is an inquisitive and rather shy young woman. Uncharacteristically lacking a great deal of confidence in herself, she attempts to keep a cool collected demeanor so as not to reveal her sheer lack of experience. Calm, yet eager to approach and lend aid. All-around she's a kind individual who wants to do what she can to help, albeit naive as can be.
Abilities: Akalfa is an adept black mage. Specializing in offense she prefers standing at a distance, the better to competently aim her spells. Not brandishing any form of catalyst, simply making use of her two hands and spoken incantations. Her defense is far below average, though thanks to the lightness of her gear maneuvering away come without much difficulty. With sufficient space between her and her enemy, she has a decent upper hand.
Background: Akalfa was born and raised in the dark spirling caverns below the kingdom of Goldaria. Devoid of the uniform backbone of most dark elves she was often the subject of teasing and ridicule. After many failings at building a harem of her own, seeking alternate methods of bringing acclaim to herself was second nature.
When Queen Amelia's call for aid finally reached the cavernous city below it didn't take a second thought. Packing up what little she had for the chance to make a name for herself Akalfa left the only home she ever knew in search of glory. Armed with nothing short of her father's ragged shawl, anything was better than being at the end of a collar. Saving a princess from an evil dragon was just an added bonus.
Species: Dark Elf
Sex: Female
Role: Mage
Appearance: Akalfa is a bit of a runt for a dark elf. Standing at 5'2" with a curvacious, bottom-heavy build possessing just the barest hint of musculature. Covered head to toe in freckles across her slate-gray skin, long locks of curled ivory hair cascade down her face and amethyst eyes ending at the small of her back. Akalfa covers her wide hips in a tattered ankle-length skirt. A single strip of black cloth haphazardly wrapped around her breasts to maintain the barest semblance of modesty. Dressed in a ratty black cloak and hood, disheveled would be a more than apt description of her attire.
Personality: Akalfa is an inquisitive and rather shy young woman. Uncharacteristically lacking a great deal of confidence in herself, she attempts to keep a cool collected demeanor so as not to reveal her sheer lack of experience. Calm, yet eager to approach and lend aid. All-around she's a kind individual who wants to do what she can to help, albeit naive as can be.
Abilities: Akalfa is an adept black mage. Specializing in offense she prefers standing at a distance, the better to competently aim her spells. Not brandishing any form of catalyst, simply making use of her two hands and spoken incantations. Her defense is far below average, though thanks to the lightness of her gear maneuvering away come without much difficulty. With sufficient space between her and her enemy, she has a decent upper hand.
Background: Akalfa was born and raised in the dark spirling caverns below the kingdom of Goldaria. Devoid of the uniform backbone of most dark elves she was often the subject of teasing and ridicule. After many failings at building a harem of her own, seeking alternate methods of bringing acclaim to herself was second nature.
When Queen Amelia's call for aid finally reached the cavernous city below it didn't take a second thought. Packing up what little she had for the chance to make a name for herself Akalfa left the only home she ever knew in search of glory. Armed with nothing short of her father's ragged shawl, anything was better than being at the end of a collar. Saving a princess from an evil dragon was just an added bonus.
Last edited:
