Character Name: SamaraRace:
Debuffer/Arcane Support and healer in a pinchDescription:
Slender and lithe, possessing an average height for an elf. Long, straight black contrasting with a pale complexion complimented with grey eyes.Personal Style:
Samara likes to wear black, dark greens and greys. Sometimes even a skirt or two.Personality:
Samara stood at the top of a hill and watched her home of the last few years burn. It was dark out, with a partial moon and a somewhat cool breeze blowing. The blaze of her hut lit up the valley below, and with her keen eyesight, she could see the flames of torches scurrying about. The villagers were obviously looking for more to set fire, since she hadn't been home.
"Hope they catch a cold and die..." murmured the witch.
Samara was of average height for an elf, but still taller than most humans. She had long, straight black hair and some what odd pale complexion for one who lived alone and out in the wilderness. she was dressed in some silken sashes and coverings that barely pass for armor. A dark grey skirt with green trim poked out from the bottom of the armor.
The elf sighed and shaker her head. She shouldn't be surprised at the turn of events. After all, she WAS a practicing witch. So was the old woman who lived at the hut in previous years. Vashelda had been a codgy old woman, but a very experienced witch. She had also been known to the nearby human hamlet, but mostly left alone because of her age.
It was luck that a younger Samara had stumbled across the older witch one day in the wilderness. The old woman had been out gathering herbs or something. Samara, well, she had been running. The younger elf had been experiencing an awaking of her powers. After accidentally hexing a male elf after some unwanted advances, Samara had decided it was best to leave the village she grew up in. It didn't help that her familiar, Pooky, and finicky and cowardly ccompsognathus, bit the would be suitor somewhere unpleasant. The poison from the small dinosaur nearly killed the man. So Samara packed her small collection of belongings and high tailed it before a lynch mob was formed.
Vashelda had been reluctant at first to have anything to do with Samara, but seeing the unusual familiar bonded to Samara as well as hearing the scared and lost elf's story, decided to take the new witch under her wing. In hindsight, Samara though the woman must have liked Pooky. The small dinosaur had been spoiled rotten by the old witch.
Anyway, Vashelda taught Samara much on being a proper witch. The elf learned of the patron that was guiding force in her powers and what the link between it, her familiar, and herself truly meant. The two of them would also take many long trips out from the sleepy valley. These expeditions were how the old witch earned some income as well as collect rare and much needed ingredients. The two would act as travelling witch doctors of sorts, handing out remedies and such to those inclined to run them out of town at first sight.
It was good few years, but it ended with death of Vashelda. The old woman passed peacefully in her sleep one night, leaving Samara alone. She sort of bequeathed the hut to the elf on her deathbed, and with no current aspirations, Samara stayed on for a few years. Though, in hindsight, Samara thought this is probably were the trouble with the nearby village began.
The humans in that village had always been suspicious of the witches. But with an old woman, they thought she was mostly harmless. Now by herself, Samara began to be scapegoat for all sorts of problems. None of which had anything to do with the elf. But confrontation was kept to a minimum for awhile. That stopped when this year's harvest was bad, and some villagers died of some local pox that passed through the area.
Well, needless to say, that was the last straw, and the result was the torching of her hut.
Pooky chirped in the quiet night. Samara sighed again. The humans hadn't been considerate to check if she was home before they set the place on fire. Probably a good thing as the elf had been out on a trip. Lucky too as she had most of her prized possessions on her person.
"Well, time to see the world I guess. Say Pooky, let's go check out that Wayfarer's society we heard about. Maybe they'll appreciate a good witch when they see one."
The familiar chirped excitedly as the elf gathered up her pack. She gave one last look at the burning hut, turned and left.
"Hold your horses, I'm coming! Speaking of horses, we should probably buy one...."