NameKhaylia Iceborn
Nickname(s)Kay
RaceFae
ClassSvell
ProfessionMercenary
BirthplaceNorderhalt
Age53
GenderFemale (She/Her)
Sexual OrientationHeterosexual
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Long, white blonde hair, often worn with a simple braid around the back keeping it from her face. Khaylia is fair, her skin taken on a strange, almost ashen color. She has a thin, rather sarcastic smile, and a cutting look to accompany it; that is to say, if someone should annoy her, but she has generally a good sense of humor. Her eyes are pale blue, almost icy, framed by strong, well-groomed brows that seem to question most things. Khaylia will most often wear the clothes of an archer, leggings, long boots and a tunic and cape; she will always wear the ring given to her from her father before his fateful journey, which was returned to her after he returned, on a silver chain around her neck. Though her clothes are practical they are not without feminine touches, for the neck and sleeves of her tunics are always embroidered intricately. 
 
Long, white blonde hair, often worn with a simple braid around the back keeping it from her face. Khaylia is fair, her skin taken on a strange, almost ashen color. She has a thin, rather sarcastic smile, and a cutting look to accompany it; that is to say, if someone should annoy her, but she has generally a good sense of humor. Her eyes are pale blue, almost icy, framed by strong, well-groomed brows that seem to question most things. Khaylia will most often wear the clothes of an archer, leggings, long boots and a tunic and cape; she will always wear the ring given to her from her father before his fateful journey, which was returned to her after he returned, on a silver chain around her neck. Though her clothes are practical they are not without feminine touches, for the neck and sleeves of her tunics are always embroidered intricately. 
Khaylia is a little ball of fire. She is full of confidence and has a strong will, with a powerful desire for danger. Her thirst for adrenaline rush is dangerous and often you will find her running and jumping off of things that would normally injure another person. She loves physical exercise, whether it is climbing, running, walking, and of course swimming. It doesn't matter, and it often makes her look thinner than she should be because she burns up so much calories.

With a vicious temper, she is quick to stand by anything she believes in and doesn't like being told what to do by weaker people. She is slowly learning how to curb this though. Beauty is something she is constantly on the look for, and when she finds a particularly attractive male she will let him know unabashedly, usually it is a little more subtle than just straight out telling him though. She will only flirt with males, and only if she feels a spark with them. She is loyal to her family and friends, so she will protect them well with her life. 

Khaylia was born to two loving parents, both of whom were ex-warriors and took up a more peaceful life many years ago. Darik son of Welrindol is her father, a former soldier of their family's clan. After a wolf got his arm, he resigned, and took up his love for lore, delving deep into the historical texts of ancient fae kingdoms. Erica daughter of Filwel is her mother, a lady who possessed so much skill with the bow and arrow that she owned could shoot an enemy square between the eyes from 50 miles away! (Or so she says. Who knows if this is actually true.) Alas, her husband's retirement marked her own, the two fae deciding that the life of a warrior brings much chaos, and they would like to raise their children in peace.

As a young child, Khaylia was a naughty one. Hard to control, easily bored, and hyperactive, she often found herself causing mischief around her clan, running away from raging basket-makers and provisioners and tailors and the like. Most younglings seemed to mature much quicker than she, excelling in the knowledge of the lands, the beginnings, the races and secrets of the forests. Those who were interested in combat were sent to train young and grow in strength. Daily, and several times during the day, young Khaylia would plead for her parents to send her away as well, only to have them staunchly deny her request of seeking out adventures. It did not help that her sister, Caella, had recently been allowed to go. How was it that she was granted the privilege to go on adventures, and she was not? Still, pestering had proven unsuccessful, and soon the young maiden quieted down.

Darik invested much of his time showering his offspring with lore, having her sit through his excited, extensive lectures and tangents. There were only three things that Khaylia had taken interest in, all in secret as well; the science of herbology, the skill of flute-playing, and the practice of magic.

For many days she would wander to her hidden discoveries; sacred isolated areas that she spent much time looking for different herbs; playing her favorite songs to the listening trees and singing to the spirits of the wood. When, one day, a small group of hunters found the little fae, and inquired as to what she was doing alone while the forest was so dangerous.

A friendly acquaintanceship was made that day. Little did she know, those hunters would become some of her closest companions. For months and months as she grew, little Khaylia would creep into the deep, meeting with the golden, chocolate, and rust-haired lads. They would teach her the art of some magic; training with staffs, her weapon of choice, and occasionally the bow and arrow. It took much time and sweat until the fae girl found herself hunting wild wolves and other creatures that tainted what was known of the forests. Taedelas, the yellow-haired fae she had befriended, would arrive with missions from unknown areas, and Khaylia tagged along happily.

Soon enough, Khaylia started taking up her own mercenary jobs; simple ones, usually, until the more she worked, the stranger her tasks became. She traveled to nearby cities of men, where jobs were longer, harder, and sometimes suspicious. She's been to many places and still plans to see the world even more. 

 
Frost rims her like diamond dust, clinging to her footsteps and pouring from her throat in pale clouds. Her skin is always cold to the touch as well. Her magic is as dangerous and useful as her wits. Here Khaylia can begin to freeze the water (and blood) within another creature - if she is in close enough range, and has enough time to concentrate. Her other skills are near-mastered. She can freeze an entire pond to the bottom, and larger bodies of water in a circumference of a few hundred yards. She can turn plants brittle, and weaken trees by freezing the sap and water that runs through their branches and roots. 
Staff: A wooden staff that Khaylia brings with her everywhere. It is her weapon of choice.
Wolf Skin: She uses as a cloak when she travels.