Angellea was always a little different than the others in her small village of Tremolie.  Even among a racial melting pot of humans, elves, gnomes and half-elves, she stood out.  Part of that was an unearthly beauty that surpassed that of any other in the area.  Honey-blonde waves framed a heart-shaped face with a pert nose, bow-shaped lips and dimples that seemed to sparkle when she smiled.  Even as a young child, her striking appearance caused many to wonder; as she grew, it blossomed further.  But as much as her beauty forged first impressions, it was her...inherent alienness that left the strongest, most lasting ones.  There was always an air about her that suggested quiescent power and a sense of otherness that was almost spiritual...

Bearing a spark of the divine within her soul, Angellea is a sorceress of both eldritch and sacred magics.