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Basic Information
Name: Imirisilme na Tel'Iralen Taur'Quessir

Nickname(s): Beta, Lythari

Age: Exact age unknown; she appears to be in her late twenties to early thirties, and is approximately 900 years of age.

Height: 5 feet, 7 inches (170.18 centimeters)

Weight: 125 pounds (56.70 kilograms)

Weapons and Weapon Proficiency:
 * Bow and Arrows (highly proficient)
 * Swords (proficient)
 * Axes (proficient)
 * Hand to Hand (somewhat proficient)
 * Magic (highly proficient, depending on application)

Beta was trained as an assassin. She retains some stealth and her weapons proficiency, but her magic centers mainly around defense and healing abilities.

Physical Appearance: A curtain of earthen hued hair falls to the small of her back, concealing a pair of tranquil, amethyst eyes. Clad in a white, silk shirt, and a black, silk tunic with short leggings beneath the tunic, she doesn't look the type to be a leader of any kind. She is soft-spoken and mild-mannered, unless she is angry.

Personality: Beta is a mild-mannered person. She is soft-spoken, kind, and gentle. Not much provokes her ire, and for good reason - bad things happen when she gets very angry. Harming those she is close to is not wise; just because she is gentle does not mean she won't leave a trail of bodies to avenge a loved one.

History
The Leader, or Lythari, of the Hini Tel'Mordraug started out life in a high ranking house in Wood Elf society. As such, she avoided the test for the Mordraug's genetic "defect" for a longer period of time - her parents were able to push off the testing. Her brother and sister were unaffected - Imirisilme, however, had the defect. Wanting to avoid an incident of publicity, her parents sent her away under cover of night, making it appear as if she had been taken. Memories erased, she was left with a single instruction: Go Where the Wolves Meet.

Imirisilme arrived at the Mordraug's main village quickly, compared to other children her age. She quickly befriended the leader, known only as Lythari, and another boy around the same age - Nessen. The two were best friends, and Lythari took a personal interest in training the two of them. They spent hundreds of years this way, achieving meditative perfection and natural balance; Imirisilme, however, developed a condition unseen in others. She would not merge with the "Wolf Within" - the curse of the Mordraug. She never accepted it, and it manifested into a split personality.

As centuries passed, wars raged on all around them. A few groups who knew of their existence attempted to sway Lythari into taking part. Lythari always refused, favoring the safety of his people over the political wars going on around them. None dared attack the village directly. After all, one or two monstrous wolf-beasts could be taken down, but a hundred? A thousand? Not so easily slain.

One particular group began to sway Nessen's heart. He bought into their speeches of acceptance, and their hateful propaganda revolving around the elves who had shunned him, and all those like him. They spoke of being able to better the Wolves' condition; wove tales and illusions of grandeur, with the added benefit of being able to slay those who had shunned them all. They were angry that Lythari told him no. Nessen wanted to tell them yes. Lythari and Nessen had a falling out, wherein Nessen left the village.

Fifty years passed before Nessen returned. He was stronger - imbued with dark magics the likes of which had not been seen by the Mordraug due to their isolation from the rest of the world. With this power, and drunk on the poisoned mead of lies, Nessen killed Lythari, and assumed his name as a title. He began to train everyone in the ways of war, killing any who challenged him. Imirisilme didn't stand for it, but she didn't outright challenge him. She'd seen what he did, and the magics he was able to wield, but the loss of her father figure threw her into emotional turmoil. She remained peaceful, but outright refused to take part in the brutality being imposed upon the people.

As repayment for her disobedience, Nessen bound Imirisilme to his will. After he had trained her personally to become an assassin, he sent her after one of the leaders of the group's main opponents - a man by the name of Magnus. Unable to resist by way of binding, the woman went about her task. She found every loophole she could around killing him -- stalking him for months, even years. When the time came to end his life, she could not loose the arrow. Instead, she surrendered. After having seen his humanity, she made a gamble that he would be able to help her in freeing her people from the near-slavery that had been imposed upon them by Nessen.

She fought alongside Magnus and his group for a long time, eventually gaining his trust. The human fell in love with the cursed elf, as time and time again they worked together to keep one another alive. In a night of passion before a large and devastating battle, Imirisilme Chose Magnus -- in so doing, binding herself to him for life. The bond of the Choice is so strong, it survives even the death of the one bound to; betrayal can result in the death of the bonded. (In short - one who has Chosen will never betray the one he or she Chose, nor will they ever know another as intimately as they know the one he or she has Chosen.)

In battle the next day, Magnus was cut down, and in a final act of desperation, the head of the group Nessen allied with cast a spell to send the land, as far as his dying breath would allow, into the Void. Wrought with the grief of the news, the woman went back to the Mordraug village, where a report on the events turned into a heated debate and confrontation. It was revealed that she had Chosen a human. Nessen tried to dominate her and take her as his own, to punish her for such a thing, but it backfired horribly. For the first time in her life, the she-elf transformed by the raw power of her unbridled emotions. Despite Nessen's best efforts with the darkest of magics and dirtiest of tricks, Imirisilme removed Nessen's head from his shoulders, and very nearly ripped him apart.

The others began to call her Lythari, and to thank her for freeing them from Nessen's iron grasp. The woman insisted on being called "Beta," feeling inferior to the man whose name they were trying to bestow upon her. She told them what was to become of their home - to fall into the Void, by the same foul magics used by Nessen to kill Lythari the First. Beta told them to scatter like ashes in the wind. To live as they chose, in a land far from here. With that, she left the village with no more than the clothes on her back.

She returned to the scene of the battle to mourn. Her Chosen was dead, and she would wander alone. Her Chosen was dead... and she vowed, with blood newly spilled upon her hands, to hunt down and end every last one of the group responsible for it. So she left, slaughtering any of this group she encountered, staying in her "Other Form" and allowing the darker, angrier, more violent side of her -- "Mori," as she came to be called -- to be in control.

She rampaged on this way until giving birth to Magnus's legacy -- their daughter. She did not know that the night they spent together had left her with child, as she did not spend any time at all in her elven form since then. Ending her rampage to raise her daughter, the woman and child moved somewhere safe and secluded. At least, so she thought. Templehelm, as it turns out, is anything but "safe" or "secluded."

The mother-daughter duo avoided detection or danger for a very long time. The woman had settled in an Elven village on the outskirts of Templehelm, and attempted to raise her daughter to the best of her ability. One fateful evening, while Beta was out hunting, an elf who had suspicions about the child's origins performed a variety of magical tests upon her. As it was discovered, she was not a pure Elf - not only that, but she was Mordraug. The man, disgusted by the abomination and offense that the child represented, attempted to kill her by tossing her into a chasm. Beta saw this act. Fueled by rage, the woman transformed, killing him. The village turned on her, and attempted to slay her, unaware of what had transpired. They saw only a hulking beast, half wolf and half elf, with eyes the color of burning blood, fur black as night with ruby streaks throughout. Half in self defense, half in rage, Beta razed the village. None survived.

Exhausted, the woman returned to where her daughter had fallen, and returned to herself. She could not reach her daughter, and it appeared that she was dead - not moving, not breathing. With the last ounce of her strength, and with nothing but sorrow and grief to fuel her, she cast an ill-formed spell that was to obliterate her mind - instead, it obliterated her memory. She awoke many hours later, cold and alone. She staggered on, attempting to seek out something she was drawn to. While she had erased her memory, she could not erase maternal instinct. She happened to stumble upon the place her daughter was, and felt at peace near her. She stayed near her, but not too near. She befriended the child, and became like a guardian to her, not knowing the blood they had in common.

When the girl - who had come to be known as 'Shunte' to those in Templehelm - found friends in Apotheosis, Beta made herself more scarce, and spending time in the jungles, became a child of Templehelm's jungle deity, Wildaven. She watched the girl from afar, and followed her when she moved to the Prism Syndicate.

One fateful day, Wildaven decided to test Beta's loyalty. She sent the woman careening to the ground, to hit her head, and cause temporary amnesia. From there, Beta's adventures in Templehelm really began.