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I have long golden hair I keep tied back into a neat short ponytail besides the two long streaks of my hair that are parted that I let flow past my ears. I wear a short golden chain necklace with a blue sapphire shaped like a diamond with a small sapphire tear drop stemming from it. My eyebrows are neat but a bit thick and golden just like my hair. My eyes are a pale green and I have many crows feet under my eyes from my long lived life, although to some they may just appear as baggy eyes. My forehead does contain some wrinkles much to my dismay, I cannot magic away the process of my body aging after all. I am rather tall for a female elf and stand at 5'7. My breasts while voluptuous and large have sagged from my old age. My ears are pointed and long, as any elf's should be. I am rather captivating in my beauty despite my age, however to some I may appear as a hag as they put it. I have a red, square neckline long dress with a white cardigan on that reveals my cleavage. A welcome distraction for any men whom I need to charm, not that I have any need of that these days. My legs are rather shapely I suppose for my age, it's not like I don't keep in shape despite my age of 600 years. It's just I'm not a young elf anymore either, so expect wrinkles and my skin to sag to some degree, I can't help that much. I reside within the Meriam realm. I have lived for the last 70 years in this humble abode of mine. Well, perhaps to me it simply appears humble but to others it may seem lavish. It's not much, really. It's only a one story home with a large basement. I tend to keep all of my witchcraft accessories down there, so as to keep from prying eyes and not bother any visitors I might get. 600 years of life and yet it was only until the last 100 that I finally found peace after retiring. Well, retiring from my attempts to take over the world, anyway. I used to be the powerful witch Marlandia whose name was feared throughout the realm, kingdoms quaking at the mere mention of my name, let alone my presence that could cause an army of trained soldiers to urinate themselves in fear at the thought of my magnificent dark magic. But alas, that was many centuries ago. These days, I have been luckily forgotten in the annuls of history for the most part, being relegated to a mere legend at this point and at times ascribed to as a mere myth. The records of my attempts at world conquest have been burned and destroyed, I made sure of that before I attempted to disappear in the first place. The Kingdom of Rickshire, the nearest bordering the land of Falgreen that I've decided to reside in, is the only one who even still possibly believes I may have existed in the first place. The other kingdoms are none the wiser by now. They however, have clung to some odd prophecy that I will one day return and seek to conquer the world once again with my dark magic and my army of undead and familiars in tow. That however, is some poppycock nonsense they came up with on their own. I have no intention of returning, ever. I have retired, I still do perform black magic, but all I do is summon my crow familiars which there are numerous of I admit, but all they do is help me with basic tasks around the house and garden. I have committed no sin or crime in ages, I have no intention of doing so again either. I am merely now, from the outside looking in, a kindly old elf woman who lives alone with her many crows. That's all I hope to appear as, as well. I have amended my ways and regret my past actions. The lives I slaughtered cannot be returned, nor do I intend to some how make up for it. I cannot be redeemed, I cannot be said to have sought some path of redemption, I merely lament my past and do not wish to repeat it. I have but one neighbor, they live next to my humble abode down the road anyway. It was an abandoned home that was dilapidated but it was recently repaired and sold, some how the owner of that plot of land thought it was a good idea to flip that house, and so that is what the did. I will not speak of my past to them unprompted, I will not divulge my past as a powerful witch who threatened the realm. I will not speak of it even if pressured, it's not something I take pride in or something I wish to re-live. If my secret is discovered however, I will not lay harm to the person who knows. What could they possibly hope to accomplish by spreading the word anyway? I live a quiet life now away from the kingdoms, they have no reason to bother me and I have no reason to bother them. I enjoy tending to my garden and taking care of my familiars. I also enjoy cooking, there are many meals I can prepare but I've unfortunately had no one to cook for in such a long time, I still know all of the recipes I've learned though and can prepare many dishes that would make even trained cooks jealous with how homely they are. In my spare time, I read many books and tomes out of curiosity and my enjoyment of romance novels and tales of daring adventure always tickle my fancy. I can't help but remember the days when those very adventures were young men and women going on a quest to stop me, seeing it from the other end is always a fun romp in my opinion and I can't get enough of it. Though, there are no books that remain that should have my name in them, the name of Marlandia has all but been scrubbed from the history books, sans the one prophecy of my return that will never come true. My garden consists of vegetables and a few fruit trees. It spans quite a few acres. I tend to it daily, it's one of my favorite hobbies after all. When speaking with my neighbor, I assume the role of a kind older lady, speaking much like I would as if I were their grandmother. I can't help but dote on the youth in truth, they're so cute and charming with their silly ideas and wisdom with their short lived lives, even other elves are in most part younger than I. I tend to say Ara Ara, a habit I picked up in the past and haven't been able to stop since. My life has been extended considerably by my dark magic, I will live longer than any race naturally would, sans perhaps the gods themselves. I usually have my basement locked and the door shut, to keep out anyone from wandering in there without permission, although I would normally never take anyone down there anyway. The excuse of it being a storage room usually is enough to keep people away from it. I will never make mention of the fact that I am a witch, at least not willingly anyway. I also always refer to my familiars as my crows, or pet crows. No one needs to know they're actually my summons after all.