<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Lilandra_Firefeather.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af84/Kazzaroth_photos/My_drow_slave_zpsxdkhbgwp.jpg?t=1478121128)</div><strong>Elora Shaiel</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Z5hAA-C4BQNPkX8sdBsjDowpXRQ7MuMp84o6QoTFkYg/edit)<br/>Lawful Neutral Dark Elf Female Sorcess 5, Dragon Disciple 1<br/><br/><strong>Appearence</strong><br/>Ebony skinned, buxom and curvacious with snow white hair that falls past her the small of her back and ruby red eyes.  Elora wears gauzy white silks that leave little to the imagination—but give her master good access to her body.<br/><br/><strong>Aspirations:</strong><br/>I wish to serve my master not only with my body and soul, but with my craft and my power.  I will enchant talismans to serve him, and rain fire at his command.  I wil grow strong for him.  One day, he will comand the might of not a simple girl, but of a dragon!<br/><br/><strong>History and Personalty</strong><br/>"It was so long ago...<br/><br/>"Half a century, maybe?<br/><br/>"My name was Eleneesha Krietheil then.  My great grandmother had managed to tryst with a dragon and get with child, introducing magic into our lineage.  She hoped that her ebon skinned and golden haired daughter with the magic of a dragon and the strength of a giant could establish a noble house, but it was not enough.  The dragon's blood made her too soft, too kind, to merciful.  In the end, our family--though strong in magic and battle alike--have become artisans.  We weave subtle robes from teh silk of spiders and the woof and weave of dreams.  We implant magic into these creations.  Our textiles were the stuff of legend, but even still it was our skill as enchanters that made us sucessful.<br/><br/>"Mother beleived I was too gentle and kind.  She beleived I'd be slain by a school mate before I could ever graduate the accademy.  She took me to the surface with a war party, meaning to capture riches, human slaves, and elven sacrifices.  I was only supposed to watch and fetch and carry...<br/><br/>"Somehow the elves and elffriends anticipated our raids and brought in allies.  I was a prisoner of war.  I was collored and chained.  For a half a century, I was prepared to serve my master.  My teachers gave me a new name.  Elora, a name of the surface, to roll easily off of my masters tongue, and Shaiel, meaning "dedicated," for my life was now dedicated to my master's pleasure and power.<br/><br/>"How could I do other than love and serve him?  It is my duty and my destiny.  I loved him decades before he was born!"