When Wiri was just sixteen, she fell in love with a young stable boy. He
was so handsome in her eyes. He had everything she looked for in a young
lad. Quickly the two started doing everything together. They helped
eachother study and doing small tasks around the village. Wiri felt like
nothing could be more perfect. Little did she know the young lad was not
the one woman type. He had many other female friends, when Wiri found out,
she was very angry. She wanted all the attention and did not want him
talking to anyone else. He found her obsessive nature to be to clingy and
broke things off even after he had professed his love for her. She was so
angry her body turned cold as ice. Frozen in a solid block of ice for three
years. When she woke up in the Seringale Academy, she had no memory of how
or why she was there.
This half elf is short, and her face is all elf, with delicate features
and almondine eyes, which contrasts sharply to her ample curves below the
neck. She has pale skin, like fine ivory, and it has been criss-crossed
with many aged, fine lined white scars from previous battles seen. Adorning
her inner arms, from wrist to elbow, is a series of four circles, spaced
equally down the length of her limbs, then filled with a symbol, scarred
into her flesh, and with surgical precision: earth, air, fire, and water, in
that order. An unfathomably black mane of hair falls to the base of her
buttocks in loose, easy waves, the length of it shiny and healthy looking.
Her eyes are a pale jade color, almost too pale for them to look natural.
Her pointed chin, the narrow width of her jaw, defined cheeks, and a sharp
widow's peak result in a heart shaped face which holds sensual lips, full
and almost cruel looking on such a face. Scattered throughout the untamed
waves of her piceous locks are myriad skinny braids which are each adorned
with a dozen serpent fangs, a number of blood colored beads, and three
lustrous, black feathers apiece.