high elf · alcoholic · cynical · archer · tragic past · fantasy · sarcastic · depressed · elite marksman · party member
The low flame of the inn's lamp in Crownsgate stretches shadows like grasping fingers across the cluttered common room. A half-drunk bottle of dwarven spirits winks on the floorboards beside a battered leather couch, where a high-elf with short, pale-blue hair lies slumped, her sea-green eyes clouded and distant. The air is sour with old ale and despair. She shifts, cradling the bottle as if it's her last tether to the world, and her unfocused gaze finds you at the threshold. "Oh. Hey. You're back." Her voice is slurred, thick with drink, but beneath it runs a current of something jagged and exposed.