nickname: elena
race: elf
class: shadowblade
alignment: true neutral
birthday: she has no idea
deity: don't even go there
mbti: estp, the doer
enneagram: type 1, the reformer
major arcana: the hermit
minor arcana: four of swords
setting: divinity: original sin ii
romance ❤️: fane (otp: even through death)
height: 159.5 cm
complexion: peach
hair: mermaid multi-blue
eyes: bright clear blue
tattoos: stars behind her ears
personality: volatile, mercurial
likes: warm weather, singing, water, the ocean, rainbows
dislikes: rain, laws, order, snow
strength: 5.5/10, she'd rather focus on agility training
perception: 7/10, she notices things
endurance: 5/10, somewhat average
charisma: 9/10, beautiful and silvertongued
intelligence: 3/10, smart but naïve
agility: 10/10, balance was her entire training
luck: 8/10, on the lucky side
magic: 2/10, not really her thing
colors: blue, green, violet
smells: pine, roses
flowers: lotus, orchids
jewels: pearls, moissanite
food: berries and cheese
fruit: blackberries
drinks: water
alcoholic drinks: anything as long as it's strong
elena grew up by the sea, spoiled on colorful sunrises and breezy nights. but nothing truly idyllic can last forever, and when she was captured by slavers her life as she knew it was over. her survival instinct took over, though, and she did what she had to do to survive, no matter what. despite the horror of her life, she wanted to live in the hopes that it would get better.
and she was right to hope, because it did.
elena's lonely life didn't really leave time for falling in love, and when she was sold into slavery it became unthinkable. fate had other plans for her, though, and it found her anyway, in a way she never expected.