I was born and raised in Tranmere, on the coast of Mesym. My mother is a high elf, a well-respected scientist. My father is an elf of the sea, and I inherited his sea blooded nature. I bonded with my magic while swimming in the sea. My family earned much respect, and I grew up surrounded by books, magic, and wonderful neighbours. Even in the wild storms of winter, I was in the sea.
My best friend, Lyria, came into my life during a meteor shower. I was swimming while she was stargazing on a cliff. She fell into the water and I save her from the waves in the dark. We have been inseparable since.
The night I met my Paragon was the Night of the Darkened Veil, the eve of my 18th birthday. I had been dreaming of a star scape, standing before a council of nine seats. Eight others stood on the platform with me. A hauntingly beautiful Drakorian stood next to me. I only exchanged a glance with him before the most stunningly gorgeous man I had ever seen left his seat and walked up to me. He looked at me for a solid minute before lowering his head to my neck. I woke, gasping. A second later, drops of blood on my pillow, the marks from his teeth prominent on my neck. On my right hand is a glowing mark and within me, the knowledge that I was chosen by Orzoq to recover and restore a ritual that amplifies his connection to tradition.