Born in Seringale, as many of Serin's citizens are, Anavel was raised,
generically, within the city's walls. Her family was nothing of particular
note, and no strong lineage existed in her blood for any specific job or
skill. Her father was a scribe, his father trained horses, his father was a
farmer, and so on - with the same variety of odd-jobs existing on her
When young Anavel became old enough to start her studies, which is
comparatively early in Gnomish culture compared to human, she immediately
took on a fascination of books in general. She tried to read everything she
could get her hands on: books about races, cultures, religions, cabals, law,
anti-law - you name it, she probably read something about it. Her parents,
slightly disappointed in her scholarly instead of vocational attitude, tried
to push her towards something where studious behaviors pay off: magic.
As a young invoker trainee, and fascinated by books as ever, Anavel found
her calling. Manipulating elemental forces allowed her to conjure
protection that would keep her tiny form undamaged whilst training more
potent magics. With this she could also help, hinder, and otherwise
influence the balance of a fight towards better ends. Not much of a fighter
herself, and hardly a battle-hardened warrior, she found the idea of this
direct and indirect conjuration of different arcane magic to be ideal for
her. Aside from that, her research led her more and more towards the Justice
- those who control the laws of the protected cities within Serin.
The Iron Fist of Justice, as she saw it, protected citizens and those within
the city who decided to voluntarily stay within its walls. Coercion was not
its job, nor was conquering the wilderness with cities, or any such
world-altering scheme. In her mind, people were like her: people who wanted
to live and do what they wanted, without other people stabbing them in the
face randomly. Cities provide that protection in the form of a social
contract, where those who break it become criminals or outlaws - exiled from
the city's walls since they cannot respect the rights of others.
She hopes, one day, to be able to protect the city in which she was born:
This rather short female gnome stands with perfect posture, yet it only
yields a rather unimpressive three feet tall. She is quite attractive, by
gnomish standards, with a perfect light grey complexion that almost glistens.
Her age is starting to show as the ever so faintest crows feet begin to form
at the corners of her eyes, yet she still possesses tremendous charisma.
Uncertainty is with you, but you would guess she is certainly not a
front-line combatant. Her hair is a dark mahogany brown with random pieces
of grey beginning to show that falls unbound to her mid-back, it falls
perfectly aside from the two enormous ears jutting through the sheen. Her
eyebrows are well tweezed and move often with her animated facial
expressions, sitting above two sparkling eyes that glow with the deep blue
of a daytime ocean. They are magnified even moreso behind her stylish
glasses that sit upon her scrunched nose, quite small for a gnome. Her
perfect pale pink lips are smeared from cheek to cheek in an innocent smile
that now holds the confidence of a seasoned magus...