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Ikvvy is a short, blond half-elf woman with long, braided hair. Her hair hides the pointy short ears, and she have mostly human features, so she might easily pass for a human, which is usually not necessary, but useful eventually. She wears a leather armor, custom made, that fits like a glove. Usually she's using traveler's clothes, with many pockets, a backpack and a Longbow made by her brother. She doesn't need components to cast, nor a book to prepare her spells, so Ikvvy is pretty comfortable even in urban environments, since she doesn't believe anyone would take her for a wizard, but it never hurts to be extra careful.

Her blue eyes never flicker if she doesn't want them to, trained for unexpected situations, and she has a strong accent in her voice, which probably she got from Eldrian, although she plans on picking up different ones to better improve her stories. She is thin, probably close to 130 pounds, and looks fragile with her tremendous beauty and combed hair. Furthermore there is a beautiful necklace around her neck, which make her look very imposing.
She's 20 years old, but usually do not say her real age, telling something a little over that number.

Ikvvy was still a baby when her life got complicated. Family issues, you see. Her mom was nothing like the common elf. Emotive and impulsive, she did what she wanted to, caring not for the consequences. And I don’t need to tell you she was crazy, do I? I mean, clearly insane! The half-elf girl was four years old when her brother Eldrian took her away from home, but she still remembers her mom, Lucy, screaming in madness with things someone wiser would not care about. Leaving a towel out of its proper place, toys in the corridor, serving more food than she could eat, and many others were just excuses for the mad woman to burst into a frenezi. Instead of teaching poor Ikvvy, her mother would scream and hit her, saying it was her fault that her father abandoned them, and thus they had such a terrible life.
It was a lie, mind you. Ikvvy’s brother says that her father, a human named Gerard, was just a passerby on their elven city, and did not support Lucy for more than a couple weeks before leaving, never to be seen again. He probably did not know the elf woman got pregnant, and things could have gone different if he had known.

Certainly different, but maybe not for the best. Because Ikvvy had magic in her, the kind of magic people had not seen in several centuries. She was a natural, and as such, things just happened around the little girl, small signs of something greater to come. Vases would fly away when the girl pointed, strange lights would duplicate from candles and her scream could break glasses when she was angry. That just enraged her mother even more, enough so that she would give the child away for the empire in open happiness when the first Wizard Hunter showed up, just the opposite of any other parent who would protect or hide their children in that case. After all, they were in an elven city, but it was still part of the Empire of Alesion, and thus they were bound to obey the laws. If the Empire said they would have your child, they would. The child would certainly be noticed, since she could not control her magic yet, and did not understood the need to do so. In fact, madness was already taking roots on her, following her mother’s guidance and example. But then luckily she had an elf brother, and in a burst of courage and madness he took her away, from their home, their village and specially their mother. The girl had human blood in her, so she grew up much faster than the elves, and at the age of four she partially understood the sacrifice her brother made for her, enough to make her eternally grateful.

Anyway, they kept a low profile and hid at a large forest, without much risk of being found. There the girl learned everything she needed from her brother, and he would bring her books so she could learn how to read and write, aside from learning what Eldrian could not teach her, like cooking! The common language was an easy catch, but Draconic was a little tougher. Basically she was getting ready to blend in anywhere. So she learned to hide, to speak herself out of trouble, to pretend she was a mercenary and much more. The girl loved being close to nature, and animals were drawn to her without much effort. She cared for their little shelter, learned how to climb and clean animals, practicing her arcane control whenever there was time available. Preparing leather was her major help to their survival, since they could sell it whenever they traveled back to the civilization to buy some extra stuff. She lacked real contact with other people, but she knew fate would guide her back to civilization for good, when she was ready. Thus she readied herself with the aid of her brother, but mainly she learned and practiced to speak and to lie in front of a mirror. She got pretty good at it, trust me!

And eventually the time came, and they returned to civilization. Some would say it was a coincidence, but well, some things are just meant to be. She had some things to investigate, mainly the weird things that were happening, and one doubt never abandoned her mind: where does her power comes from? Her mother had none, and so the only option left was from her father. But he was a simple traveler, was he not? She would bet not, that her father actually was a very powerful magic user, spreading his lineage throughout the country so magic would once again populate the land, although her brother was confident about his position. Well, she would probably never know, but if her guess was true, something was really wrong in here, and they would soon find out. After all they were heading back.