| Full Name |
Haffel |
| Race |
Sylph |
| Classes/Levels |
Sorcerer 3 |
| Gender |
Female |
| Size |
Medium |
| Alignment |
LN |
| Location |
Brevoy |
About Haffel
Haffel was born to an aspiring (although not succeeding) swordlord and a meager farmer in the midst of an unseasonable thunderstorm. As she grew, she always managed to avoid getting in trouble by way of technicalities, and commonly observed people from a distance.
As her parents grew old while she did not, they realized something was wrong. They accused her of infernal bargains, of doing something, anything. And as they struck her for something she truly had no fault in, a flash of lightning leaped from her hand with a crack of thunder immediately following.
Her father dead and her mother drawing a sword, Haffel ran as far as she could. She ran until she felt she could breathe no more, and then she kept running.
As she gazed at the scenery, she saw she was far enough away to be safe, but close enough to have a sense of direction. And so, she wandered for years, developing the uncanny abilities she loathed to bear, while understanding she had them for a fateful reason.
And eventually, she reached the Society and managed to squeak through into membership... on a technicality. After all, who better to assist with searching for the mysteries of a lost air elemental lord than one born to the storms themselves?
