PCs:Selma N Winters

Personal Information

• Name: Selma N. Winters.
  
• Age: Young adult.
  
• Race: Half-Elf.
  
• Residence: Mikona.
  

Appearance

Upon first inspection, Selma could be taken for being a human teenager, though perhaps too exotic a human to be placed in any known subrace of Avlis. With another look, it becomes clear that she is in fact half elf, half human. Her light blue eyes are slanted and somewhat almond-shaped, her ears pointed ever so slightly.

Beneath whatever clothes she's wearing, it's rather clear that she's skinny, perhaps even gaunt, one might say legendarily scrawny. Completely upright she is a little less than 5 feet tall, and her seemingly fragile frame does little to make her appear any more imposing. She walks with purpose more than anything, almost as if she's carried more by will than muscle. While she's not decidedly ugly, she's definitely no match for half nymphs or even a common whore in looks, mostly because of her wiry frame.

Early Years

Selma was born in the slums of Mikona, to her human mother, Daniella Winters. She was never able to find out who her father was from her mother, but she did know that her mother had been a soldier, and had at one point met with a psychotic elf in battle. After this incident she had been sent home, but was unable to support herself, unwed and pregnant with the elf's child.

From the very start, it was clear that Selma was not unconditionally loved. Daniella took care of her, but could never show her love. Selma never knew why until much later. She grew up in the slums of Mikona, desperately clamoring for her mother's attention and affection. As the years passed, with Selma nearing her teens, she was more and more taking care of not only herself, but also her mother whose health was decreasing rapidly.

Teen Years

Selma had seen many Human friends be born, grow up and often meet violent ends, or die at the hands of disease or starvation. Her difference from the others in the slums made her lonely, and the few friends she managed to make only lasted a few years before they had far outpaced her in development.

Her loneliness deepened further when her mother, Daniella, finally died from starvation. Selma had enough trouble getting food for herself, but even with giving the majority to her aging mother, she simply couldn't keep the woman alive. One morning she woke up, and found Daniella dead in her bed, her stomach swollen from hunger.

Selma took to wandering the slums, sleeping here and there. She had no desire to sleep at what used to be her home anymore, and had even fewer friends than before. She did start venturing out of the slums, travelling the city and even daring to go outside the city walls, watching the heroes of the land from afar. It was around this time that she met an old man, simply called Sharptooth. He was half mad, and had filed one of his teeth as pointy as any dagger, but he was kinder to Selma than she remembered anyone being for a long time. He did not mind spending time with her, he even took to teaching her what magic he had been taught himself.

As time went on and Selma grew, she spent increasing amounts of time with Sharptooth. She began carrying herself with a new pride, she aquired clothes, and managed to instill some amount of fear in the newest generation of kids bullying her. Finally her studies had paid off. She knew how to cast the most basic of cantrips.

The present

Now a young adult, Selma has set out into the world, having little except for her few spells and her clothes. She deeply desires to learn more of the magic that she feels gave her a new life, and wishes to find out more, if there is anything to be found, about her father.