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Serenitia Canatella Rodus Benesarum

Race: Half-elf

Gender: Female

Age: 27 apparent

Class: Fighter

Alignment: Lawful Good

Origin: Kuras

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Serenitia Canatella Rodus Benesarum

Rode decided to maintain a certain degree of anonymity when she moved to the south though this did not last very long. She introduces herself only with a contraction of her confirmation-of-faith name, and rarely including the Andarran contraction of her family name, Benneseph. Only once has she given her full name to anyone in southern Negaria, to a dwarf after she participated in the defense of Southhampton.

Rode is the daughter her father never wanted, whom her mother remains uninspired to fight for. Bright, fit but plain she seemed like bad luck to her eternally social climbing father who was still reeling from the loss of his son sired in his previous marriage. As the years passed the pangs in him continued and she was raised feeling cared for only through the expert attentions of the family governess, châtelaine, servants and tutors. Truly wanting a son and having taken more strongly from her human fathers side, Rode was corralled into fencing with an emphasis on heavy weapons for the majority of her ladyship training. Two years guitar, five piano, yet no musical theory. Rhetoric, geography, history, yet no sums nor logic. Her education was paid for and biased by her father who was paralyzed to do anything other than what he still pined for. The end of all pretense came with her younger sister Pranti, a musical prodigy, richly blessed with kindness, wit, delicate and masterful in domestic arts and the very picture of elven beauty enriched with a splash of human hardiness. Her parents saw hope for a prosperous marriage and simply claimed their expenditures were too great to keep Rode on and encouraged her to strike out on her own, hope to translate that into a martial career and should she be successful, think of them should Pranti somehow remain unwed.

When Rode arrived in the south she did whatever work she could find by asking people she met. Upon encountering Fletcher Millstone he gave her a magical ring. The first of many following experiences of kindness from the people around Zvidureth. Ultimately Rode decided the peacefulness, sense of community and responsibility for their home that seemed evident in Zvidureth appealed to her most and she decided to stay there. Fond of and protective of the area and her friends her story continues, now as a member of the T'Nanshi army.

Appearance

Rode is about as tall as you may expect of a half-elf and perhaps a bit more on top of that. She is very well conditioned and while maintaining a womanly figure a brush of her skin would likely suggest she is a person of considerable physical strength. She possesses the fair colorations of many in the Kurathene, dresses in a highly conservative manner underscoring the sense of dignity and self respect she was raised with. Her mannerisms tend be polite and restrained approaching the aloof. She is plain of face but carries herself with a sense of irrelevance to the fact.

Strawberry

Despite the incredible fortune that has showered upon Rode since her arrival in the south her surviving family saw fit to send her a family heirloom upon the passing of her father. A grand, ancient greatsword suffused with a feathery glowing red enchantment which constantly exudes a strong, yet cool and never cloying, scent of strawberries in peak freshness. The large bright weapon does tend to be intimidating from a distance however a brief explanation of the nature of the enchantment usually calms most concerns.