Name: Dame Idrianthe Mar
Species: Elf, High
Age: 258
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 134lbs
Background: Clan Crafter
Notable Features: Bleached platinum hair, scarring on face, missing right forearm.

Appearance
There is an expectation that elves of the High and Eladrin bloodlines, whose bodies are woven with fey magicks, will possess tall, lithe builds that set them visibly apart from humans and, to a lesser extent, elves of differing heritage. Idri conforms to the first of those expectations: She is very tall.

The Dame is not, however, willowy. Her broad shoulders, small bust, solid trunk and strong legs all speak to her sturdiness and give her a frame which wouldn't look out of place on a human laborer, or even a skinny dwarf. The second comparison is actually a point of pride for Idrianthe.

There are other ways in which Idri doesn't fit the mould of her ancestry, some deliberate and others not. The elf's naturally dark hair has been blanched to a faded platinum, and her skin is dry, tan and callused from a long career as a blacksmith, starkly at odds with her people's reputation as fair and effete. More obvious still, Idrianthe wears a great many old scars and signs of battle damage, the most severe of which are on the left side of her face. She's been heard to joke that people should see how bad her right arm looks from mid-bicep down -- if only she still had it to show off!

History
Made a war orphan before she could even speak, Idri grew up an adopted daughter of Morgarim Ironbrows, who had been a friend to her late parents. In Citadel Adbar, where the clan called home, she apprenticed as a blacksmith and learned their ancient traditions from Morgarim's eldest daughter, Shahadi.

When she reached maturity, Idrianthe joined a small sect of warrior-scholars who called themselves the Witch Knights, and spent most of her life traveling Faerun under their banner. Their mandate was to help people, however they could, and spread the gifts of education and magic freely. She fought wars, advised lords, and did what she could to foster peace and health wherever she traveled. She even saved a prince from a political assassination, and was given a knighthood by his father in gratitude.

But the Time of Troubles cost everyone it touched, and the Witch Knights were no different. Life grew harder, battles more desperate, consequences more painful. Eventually, when their number had dwindled to only a handful, the last of the Witch Knights dissolved their order and distributed copies of their collected library to colleges and repositories the world over, in hopes that their small contribution to the collective wisdom of Faerun would survive them. Those who still wore their armor and flew their heraldry parted ways as friends, while others chose to find comfortable livings plying their brilliance and skill for those who could afford it. Although the more chivalrous members didn't begrudge their former brethren for this choice, it has chilled friendships that might have survived a less turbulent era.

Idrianthe chose to continue living by the tenets she devoted her life to, even though her order is now some thirty years gone and the promise of an easy life as a court artisan, or maybe a town blacksmith, continues to tug at her cloak. Now she walks the world alone, seeking to discover old secrets and help those who need it until the fell hands of time and travail demand otherwise.