Name: Morme'a (Dark Light)

Race: Halfbreed (human x darkelf)

Preferred Deity: Asmodea?

Class: Dark Mage

Alignment: Lawful Evil

Homeland: Bells

Appearance: A thin young woman with fine facial features, slightly pointed ears and wild black hair that she unsuccessfully tries to tame into a short ponytail. She travels light, her clothes well used and long since discolored. A spacious unmarked cloak hides her quite efficiently, and most people see only her greyish purple eyes. A rare few are given chance to glimpse the tattoos and scars of her prior life.

Personality: Fear ruled her world for most of her life. Only very recently has she known any other emotion. Obeying rules and keeping her word was beaten into her, and she couldn't behave different if she wanted to. On the other hand, she has always been part of a group, and being alone terrifies her more than being with unknown people. That's why she seeks out company whenever she can. The people here are a far cry from the packed masses of Asmodea's faithful back home, though...

Morme'a is half human-half darkelf girl. Born to an unhappy relationship between a dark-elven noble and a human slavegirl, she watched her mother being tortured to death before being herself sold off to a temple of Asmodea. As Fate willed it, her life took a sharp turn there as she became a toy for the decadent priests. One of them decided to school her in the finer points of inflicting suffering because of a bet, boredom, or idle curiosity. She approached those studies with wild energy, managing to reach apprentice level in an astoundingly short time. Her mentor simply laughed, stabbed her with a poisoned dagger... and she woke up somewhere else, in the middle of a war, with the gifts of her mentor-torturer. A burning ember of Fate stuck in the back of her mind, whispering insistently - but first things first. Survival. Someone is sure to need her services...