Avery Silver

[Avery Silver]

Name:Avery Silver (strongly advised to not call her "Red")

Age:23

Gender:Female

Race:Human/Elf combo

Equipment: Her faithful dagger named Snick. No magical properties just sharp and shiny. Just the way she likes 'em. And a necklace her mother gave her. A plain silver chain with the rune for peace dangling from it. Not much to look at, but a thief found out how much it meant to Avery when she hogtied him to a post in the courtyard of a busy tavern. With not a stitch on. "Shouldn't touch what's not yours." She had advised amid the roaring laughter. Avery has never taken her own advice though.

Pets: Neflos, her pet falcon who, like his master, has a penchant for snatching shiny things. Neflos also gives Avery someone to rant to in between towns

Weaknesses: Her recklessness. She almost never considers the consequences of her actions. She's all about living in the now, screw tomorrow.

Physical Appearance:Avery is always described from her hair out. Fiery red unruly hair that she keeps tied back in a leather thong (which does little to tame her wild mop). Skin tanned from her time outdoors, and freckles she wont admit to. Slightly pointed ears that are hidden under her hair most of the time. And her most remarked about feature, her eyes. Normally a bright mischievous green, they change colors. From silver to purple to blue and a whole host of other colors. When people ask, she just smiles and says, "They change to match my clothes. Stylish, I know." Standing at 5'10" her nickname growing up was the stork. "All knees and elbows." Her mother had often said.

As for her clothes, she prefers loose fitting shirts, leather vests, breeches, and knee high boots complete with knife sheathes. Just be warned, come at her with a dress and you're likely to get kicked in the teeth.

Powers:Her eyes. They not only change colors as she leads people to believe, but it also changes her sight. So with just a twitch of her eye (which she is fully aware of just how strange she looks when she does it) she can see magic, poisons, illness, pregnancies, etc. She can also sharpen her sight. "'S like being a hawk, just without all that squawking' and mice catching."



History: Avery was born in a small village not unlike Shim. She grew up with her mother and has a pretty normal childhood. Then came the day she asked her mother the question that had begun to bother her. Where was her father. Or better yet, who was her father. Maybe even what. She had noticed that none of the other children had weird color-changing eyes or pointed ears. Her mother had sat her down that day and explained.

Her father was an elf. That was all she got. Not a name or a reason why he wasn't around. Over the years she had tried to broach the subject, but her mother refused to answer her questions. Avery only gave up because of the sad light that came into her mother's eyes every time she asked.

The end of her peaceful childhood came after a fight between a few of the village boys and herself. Scraped, bruised, but victorious, she trudged home. Instantly her mother was nagging her. They launched into their familiar argument about her unlady like behavior. Avery rolled her eyes and got up to leave, when her mother called out to her.

Usually, stubborn Avery would have kept on walking, but not this time. Her mother's voice wasn't angry. She sounded...defeated. "Take this, Avery." She had instructed and wrapped Avery's hand around her necklace. The one she had worn everyday of Avery;s life. Confused, Avery took it, and watched as her mother walked out this time. "I'll be back before sunset. I love you, my child." She had called. Only she never came back.

To this day Avery has no idea what happened to her mother. All she has left of her is her necklace. After that day she roamed the world. Stopping here. Stopping there. Never calling anywhere home for long. Mainly earing a living as a thief..alright "earning" isn't the right word. But boy, is she good at it. Ever since starting on her wanderings, Avery has found herself entangled with "the wrong sorts" as her mother liked to say.

"But then I'm the wrong sort." She often said when she thought about how her mother would scowl at her choice of company.

Now Avery has blown into Marn whistling her tune, and twitching her eyes.