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Edymnion 08-22-04, 02:55 PM

Born in the Eldeen Reaches, Elyse never quite fit in with the others of her kind. Where they were rambunctious, she was more quiet, more apt to wait things out and watch than to dive into a fight she might not win. She would have been destined to become a ranger or a hunter like many of her childhood aquiantences if not for one fateful turn of events. A small skirmish from the War took place not far from their villiage. She did not know who was fighting, or really even why at that age, but she remembers the victors passed through her villiage on their way home. One, a human following in the wake of a large metal man, had all kinds of bottles and fancy sticks on his belt and vest. When the man jostled, and one of the sticks fell to the ground, Elyse was quick to claim her suvineer of the day. This stick was nearly the length of her short arm, made of ivory and gold, and other things she had never seen before, it was wonderful. Keeping it hidden, she played with it only when alone, more often than not swinging it around like a club or a sword. That is, until one day, while she was alone in the woods, jabbing at the air with her toy, it shot out some sort magic that blackened a nearby stone. She dropped it with a hiss, and darted behind a tree, watching it. But, the stick simply laid there on the grass, like nothing had happened. From that day, she became obsessed with trying to make the stick work again. Where her friends found joy and focus in hunting a simple rabbit, she found her purpose in hunting how to work her stick, to coax every secret from it. Her prey wasn't a living thing like the prey of other Shifters, hers was the prey of accomplishment, of creation, of the Artificer. That was many, many years ago. Her childhood wand has long since been drained of any magic it might have once held, but she carries it still, safely tucked away in her pouch, a momento, an embodiment of the moment her desire for knowledge had been sparked. One day, she'll learn how to make it work again, to restore it's lost power, maybe even improve upon it. But that day is not today, and it may not be tomorrow either. But unlike others of her kind, just like when she was little, she knows how to wait, for the right moment to strike at her prey, when she knows she will be guarenteed of success...