Athenril grew up amongst the Wild Elf Tribes. Born under the Fae Moon, Athenril was touched by the old ways. Great portents were seen - though many were signs of the darkness to come. But so too was her spirited marked. Athenril's emotions were powerful & often edged - her temper & passion becoming well known struggle as she developed. And being known, it wasn't hard for the other children to bully & isolate her. Although it was understandable. Athenril had such an unfortunate nature - her figure was heavy set with a generous curve that ruined her elfin slenderness. She took to more physical duties - trying to burn away the excess. Instead it only seemed to fuel her fists, separating herself even further. As her body hardened with muscle, the others called her Dryad - for her heavy chest & solid behind reminded them of the almost human like proportions & bark-like flesh. Athenril's hair was also more of a auburn tone. Their words would strike deep - sparking her emotions in ways that drew the elders - or her fists...<br/><br/>When it came time to take up a craft, Athenril wished to become a warrior & huntress. But the Elder's refused - saying she needed to take time to curb her temper & learn another way. However none within the tribe would take claim over her, so it was desided that an outsider would. A wizard lived within their lands. A strange one that studied the old ways & their world's past. It was thought that they might understand Athenril's nature and help her unlock a new path. Their magics were also more than enough to handle a willful & volatile child. And so Athenril was placed before the wizard.<br/><br/>Athenril discovered the Wizard summoned impossible creatures & forgotten myths to study them. The magics held together for short periods - perhaps a day. Recently they had noticed a new magic within the winds. A strange power mana that seemed to unlock the doors to creatures of old - extinct beasts & monsters from long ago. It could be used to summon them for moments - or perhaps, with research, transmute the ordinary into the extraordinary! And so, Athenril became apprenticed.<br/><br/>She had no talent for spells - but she did manage well the creatures the wizards called & kept. Most were mundane - horses for breeding & riding being the most common - but there were so many strange beasts to be summoned from the mists. Athenril's nature seemed to respond to the Wizard's magics - opening up her own powers. She could shift forms, slowly discovering how to take shapes from the animals. Perhaps even the mythical beings the wizard could glimpse within their spells...<br/><br/>Of course, she had plenty of mundane duties. From coaxing new mares into the herds to mucking stalls, grooming & bathing, endless writing & making notes of anything the summoned beasts did - even assisting the various beasts breed. Which could get messy... Still, she felt involved & powerful. Her own magics seemed to offer aid here too - in the guise of animals, she could talk to them & help them settle within the strange magics. She could even run with them - often taking to galloping across the fields & racing the stallions just for the sheer thrill of it. They would often chase one stallion that was too quick & too elusive - never able to be caught. Just glimpsed & chased from afar..<br/><br/>Inside the tower, she found old tomes. They spoke of old beasts - even old gods. And one seemed to strike a cord within Athenril. Kalimvar, the goddess of life. Mother of all. It was she that guided Athenril through the forests to meet her first unicorn. Perhaps the last unicorn. The elusive stallion that had let her chase day after day. It was here that she finally learned of what she was - an elf touched by the fae realm. She could become an aspect of the wilds - and she could take a holy quest to rebuild the world. To restore balance before the darkness consumed us all...<br/><br/>And so Athenril ran beside her Unicorn. They spoke of times long ago. They ran & taught. The fae magics unlocking within her. And the Mother touched her heart - gifting her with spells of her own. From the Wizard she still learnt - blending their spells with this new magic to craft new items. Where Athenril lacked in casting, she more than made up for it in her ability to sense the magic within the winds. She could draw that power & let it flow into aspects she made, blending metal & magic with ease. Her insights seemed to make leaps across the standards the wizard had been taught. She could make powerful items out of even minor reagents. But her leaps seemed to always include some wildness from her own nature- some rebellious power. So each item warped it's user, blending towards the interests of her heart & thoughts. Her items would twist and alter, slowly reshaping their wielder. A glimmer of the powers yet to be unlocked within the new winds...