Appearance:
Due to the nature of her powers and how it was released without her control, it had sapped a few of her essence and this ultimately changed the tiefling. Mentally and spiritually, she was still the same girl that was cheery and quite optimistic in life but one could tell a sadness behind her eyes. But despite the retained qualities, now... Her appearance was a far cry from her previous looks. Now her dark hair has grown ever longer than the gingerly colored lock from before. From a vibrant colorful strand have now changed to the color of whitened death, as the snow crested strands only reminds her and everyone else of what she was. Death.

Even her horns have changed, before they curled around her hair, and slightly hugged the shaped of her head, her previous horns looked to be like slumbering snakes coiling around her. Now it was different, her horns had slightly jutted out, expanding and uncurling, as if awakened slightly from their slumber.

Horns of alabaster-black would loop around a small lithe face, with small hanging trinkets and jewelry adorning her horns. A few piercings could also be seen decorating the small canvas of her nose and lips. Gingerly colored short hair tightly combed to her sides, which sometimes bundle into a ponytail; reveals a thin, cheerful face. Shining hazel eyes, set dreadfully within their sockets, and thus it give her an iconic serenity to her exotic pale features. But nonetheless, her alluring stature and utmost unique flare has most of the surrounding adventurers, admire the appealing view.

Her tiefling ancestry gives her a flare when it came to standing out in the crowd as most eyes would befall her every move. As one of the newly hired of the adventurer's guild staff team, she is one hardworking individual.

Titles:

• The Devoted
  
• The Scarlet Reaper
  
• of Metal and Earth
  
• of the Betrayed

Known Achievments:

• Lead and won the charge in the Battle of Zenith
  
• Vanquished Arthmuse the Lich Lord
  
• Only survivor of the Quartering

History accounts from companions and acquaintances:
Violet grew up alone. She never knew why her parents abandoned her on the streets of Cercy, but the reason quickly dwindled in importance as she tried to survive. Her only vague memories of the people who birthed her were fleeting images of shouting and glowing eyes. All the people at the orphanage would tell her was that she was found on the steps in a blood-streaked blanket. Unbeknownst to her, she was a part of a rare bloodline, and her mother’s death shortly after her abandonment led to [Redacted] her. However, she knew nothing of this, and her mind tried to reject that, leading her to be plagued with headaches, visions, and dreams her entire life. Because of this, she was never adopted, and eventually grew too old to stay at the orphanage any longer.

Violet wound up on the streets, where her headaches and visions meant she barely survived. However, that was the same place she realized she could perform feats of nature similar to those she saw the Elves at Morgrave practicing-the magic that came beneath the earth. These talents came to her far easier than it did with other druidborne individuals, and it didn’t require hours of practice either. She slowly mastered her abilities, honing them into an art.

One day, Violet had a headache coming on, but saw a young man getting mugged on the way to her hiding place. For some reason, she decided to help, sending her earth magic at the muggers and scaring them off. To her surprise, her headache abated. After that, she realized when she helped people, her headaches and visions eased. She became somewhat of a “good samaritan” of the streets, helping others and assisting those in need. And so she continued through life, doing her best to survive day to day. At this point, she will signed up at the adventurer's guild knowing full well her help will benefit her and the people.

After a few years of service and due to the incident concerning [Redacted], she has volunteered to take a step back from the adventuring life.