<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/84/Art-devushka-les-derevya-ptica.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Shandrilaine Diamonddew (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1QzVNd0ZuVhTgOmoRE8wFYY3V7Jobght0zxht3U1YYtc/edit)</strong></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Chaotic Good High Female High Elf Wizard (Bladesinger)<br/><strong>Height:</strong> 5'11"  |  <strong>Weight:</strong> 125lbs  |  <strong>Age:</strong> 115<br/><strong>Background:</strong>    My name is Shandrilaine.  It means Nightrazor.  <br/><br/>   I laid claim to my adult name at the tender age of fifty five, when most daughters of my people would enjoy the carefree pleasures of maidenhood well through their first century.  This is why I did it. <br/><br/>   Though the primordial dragon Gaularuthor destroyed the full glory of the elven nations, in the forest nation of Aelvenhiem, our strength and beauty still shines.  At the heart of the Moonwalde is the crystal city of Moonblossoms.  The Thirty-Seven great families of Moonblossoms can all trace their lineage back to the <em>avanastran</em>, the heroes of the Dawning Times, from who's number the first kings came.  <br/><br/>   Riardron was a scion of house Holimion—Diamonddew in the Common tongue of Man.  Though far down the line of succession, Riardron's was blessed with a vast gift for the intricacies of music.  By his 137th year, he was honored with the position of organist and choirmaster at the High Cathedral of Love and Beauty—the oldest of the great cathedrals dedicated to Hanali Celanil that was not sunk into the sea by Gaularthor's counterstrike.  <br/><br/>   So touched were the clergy and faithful by his art and wisdom, that seven maidens all vied for Riardrdon's hand.  Three of them--the twins Caelynn and Keyleth, and their tender friend Jelenneth--swore the oath of the Triune Goddess Angharad, that they would be wives to one another, and pursue his heart as one being.  They would win  him together or not at all.  <br/><br/>   Truly, what man could resist?  <br/><br/>   The four were wed in Riardron's 155th years.  Together they had four sons and two daughters.  The first was named Neese as a child, and took the name Arimantha in her hundred and first year.  <br/><br/>   The second daughter was named Bryn, and she speaks to you now.  <br/><br/>   Some say my gift for music might one day match my father's.  Most of them are fishing for a kiss.  Song, dance, and keyboard instruments were my greatest loves as a maiden.  My passion for them and my understanding that I had so long to choose stopped me from ever settling among my suitors, stopped me from ever pursuing pleasures beyond kisses and cuddles.  I knew one day I would understand which man best touched my heart.  <br/><br/>   I was also fascinated with magic, but knowing that to pursue it could could warp my children into drow ever stayed my hand.  <br/><br/>   Amarantha was not so shy.  Perhaps even more beautiful than I, she yielded to the suite of Lord Perren Moonflower.  Preparations were being made for their wedding when Amarnatha was stolen away in the night.  <br/><br/>   It took us the better part of a moon to find where she'd been taken.  A great host of those who loved her took up arms and descended upon the cult that had ravished her again and again, filling her womb with profane seed and dark magic.  Though we saved her, she gave birth to twins twisted and powerful, drow tainted further with draconic features, terrible strength, and inhuman magic.  Allready traumatized by her violation, and traumatized again by Lord Moonflower casting her aside, my eldest brother took the children into his household and gave them to his most trusted servant to raise as her own.  <br/><br/>   Those immediately responsible were slain, but I could not forget, and I could not forgive.  The cult of Gaularuthor can be found in every corner of what remains of this world.  I could not let them continue to perform such atrocities in the name of returning an anchient evil from the world beyond the grave.  I was butt a dancer, though, fit but not strong, with only the most rudimentary skill with sword and bow.  What could I do?  <br/><br/>   The answer came from a love I'd always denied—and a love that, in embracing, I drove away every other suitor.  <br/><br/>   I took up the study of magic.  I turned both to the academies of the arcane arts and to the Bladesingers of the  Red Tiger school.  Today I am a maiden warrior whom no man will wed or bed, but I have no regrets.  The magic that has made me an unsuitable mother has given me the power to protect my people and the goodly folk of the world.  One day, by sword and spell, I will destroy this cult.  <br/><br/>   One day, I will be known as the tiger who slew dragons.  <br/><br/>   That will be enough.  <br/></span></span><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Description:</strong> See Image.  <br/><br/>   This blond beauty has an intricate tatoo of a red tiger rampant on her back, rear paws ballanced on her thigh, front paws raking at her shoulder.  <br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong> Despite her stoic acceptance of the fact that she is not suited for love, Shandrilaine has never rejected Hanali Celanil and stil wears the goddess's medalion around her neck, resting in her bountiful cleavage, just above her heart.  She still sings and dances, still plays the hurdy gurdy and the organ, still presents herself as beautifully as possible.  <br/><br/>   Though given to bouts of melencholy, Shandrilaine accepts the sacrifice she has made.  She refuses to brood--when she can help it--and finds much happiness and enjoyment in life.  She delights in magic as she does in art and beauty.  She takes pride in her power, and cheerfully takes up the mantle of the charitable hero.<br/></span></span><br/>