About Emerald CastroveiEmerald Castrovei (lvl 1)
Physical Description
Background Summary
They returned to Sandpoint, to live with her mother's parents. There, her mother met a merchant, and they were married. She was adopted by the merchant, his only child, and grew up in her step-father's house. Emerald grew up looking like a half-elf child with green hair and green eyes. As she entered her teenage years, she first started to manifest sorcerer powers like her father and then her Aasimar heritage began to appear. Her hair turned more and more to look like the color of leaves, her eyes shimmered and became iridescent, and small patches of golden scales grew on her skin. The more her magical ancestry manifested, the worse her family began to treat her and she was slowly ostracized by her peers and relatives, except for Ameiko who always stayed a close friend. Her mother never had problems with her changes and tried to find a way to save her from all the abuse. As her life became more unbearable, Emerald ran away from home and started to travel with some of the wanderers in the wilds, moving with the caravans. She is back in Sandpoint to visit her mother and Ameiko while the caravan restocks. Personality Summary
Background Story
Wreathed in the comforting lavender smell of mama's perfume, I smiled as my eyes closed and I murmured, "I love this story mama. Especially the part where you and papa fought the..." "Hush child," mama admonished, "we have a long way to go before that part..." The coach hit a particularly nasty rut and bounced me out of my drowsing reverie, eliciting yelps of surprise and pain from the other passengers. Outside, the stormy winds howled and the rain lashed the coach, while I again wished I was snuggled up in that big, comfy chair near the fire back home, rather than being slowly shaken apart in this cold, drafty coach hurtling along the road to Sandpoint. I fingered the gold butterfly necklace now hanging around my neck and wondered how mother was doing and how nice it would be to see her after all this time away. It would be good to see my best friend Ameiko as well and tell her all about my travels. My brown, leather bag sat on the marble floor in the entrancway of my house, mother was fussing over me, brushing my long greem hair away from my face her beautiful face with the motherly smile turned up to look at me as we waited for the coach to pull up. A few raindrops splattered down on the road, small puffs of gray dust flew into the air with every drop. "I have something for you my precious jewel," mother looked up at me, took the golden butterfly necklace from around her neck, reached behind my neck, and fastened it. We both looked at it for a moment and a small sigh escaped her lips. "I can't take this, it's yours mother. Grams gave it to you." "Nonsense!" mother reproached me, "When I was your age and setting off to look for what I knew was out there for me, my mother gave it to me. And I too didn't want to accept it, but she told me it was tradition for the oldest daughter to take it with her as she went into the world. Now, it's your turn. I've seen it when I look into the future, you'll find peace and your purpose in life by travelling. Your place is no longer here, I'm sad to see you leave, but your life here has been hard." A sudden, nearby lightning strike shook me out of my day-dream and briefly illuminated the interior of the crampt coach in stark, lurid detail. The long, taciturn face of the merchant sitting across from me was outlined in deep, dark shadows and bright, white relief. His dark eyes were barely visible except as tiny glimmers in the inky, black hollows. It made his face look lke a skeleton's. A skeleton, however, looked happier than this man, whose long, glum face reminded me of my father. Father was taciturn and dark, a stark contrast to my vague memories of papa, a tall, blond, eternally laughing elf. Father's eyes were inky black with a glimmer, while papa's were green like mine. I didn't have too many memories of him, he went away when I was little. After that mother and I moved back to the city, with grams and pop-pop, wandering in the wilds was no longer a place to raise a small child. Mother married Father and we moved into his large, stone house near the docks. The day I went through the large, iron-bound doors for the first time, mother announced we were home. I didn't speak to her for days, angry that she betrayed papa by marrying this dour man. I was angry at father for trying to replace papa and I refused to call him father. I began to wear dark clothes, write morbid poetry, and rebel at every turn; anger was my constant companion. I even tried to dye my hair black, but for some reason, it quickly turned green again. Once, I purchased a minor potion to change hair color from a merchant in the market, and that failed as well. The coach hit another mountain disguised as a bump in the road, we all cried out in surprise again. Across from me, the woman in the expensive blue dress dropped her bag on the floor, its contents spilling all over the floor and in the dark, unseen valuables rolled noisily into every nook and cranny. She muttered a few choice expletives a woman of her evident breeding shouldn't even know and began to feel around on the floor, gathering her valuables back into her bag. "Here, let me help with that," I volunteered. I blew into my cupped palm and a ball of light welled up in it, Hanging it in the air, I could see the other passenger's eyes go slightly wide as their looks at me turned warier than they already were. My hair, eyes, and tattoos, and scales were the focus of their stares from the moment we started out. As we put the last bauble from the floor back into her bag, she smiled at me, "Thank you so much, I appreciate all the help and I can't imagine we would have found everything without your light," The first time I did that, I ran throughout the house calling to mother excited to show her what I could do. When I showed her, I almost missed the look in her eyes I was so happy I could do magic. Concern and sadness flickered across her face before she regained control and smiled at me, "It seems you have quite the talent, I shall start teaching you how to harness and channel it. We start tomorrow." After that, every day mother and I worked together, she teaching and I avidly trying to soak up every last word. Mother and I grew very close, all my anger at her over papa drained away as she told me I'd inherited his natural talent for magic and she would help me control it. Father was his usual, glum self and that was the beginning of him ceasing to try to win me over. He withdrew and stopped caring if I liked him. As I learned more and more of my natural talent for magic manifested, my tattoos started to appear. Everytime I learned something new, a new tattoo would appear. As my tattoos and Aasimar features began to appear, father grew more and more distant and the rest of the family treated me like a pariah. When my powers continued to grow, mother told me about papa's powers and his natural talent. Stories I'd never heard before about him and mother, their adventures, and eventually the incidents. I learned that his talents came tinged with problems - his family was incredibly talented with magic, but the magic came tinged with problems from their heritage. As my Aasimar nature manifested, she began to think my heritage was touched with something very dark. Mother told me she started to teach me her form of magic in the hopes that the control it provided would counterbalance the turmoil that papa's magic would cause. Since then, I've tried to walk the line between my spontaneous magic and the carefully learned control of my mother. |