Eirien Evernill

Biography

In the tragic tapestry of war that unfolded across the realms, a delicate thread remained unbroken, a little Elven girl named Eirien Evernill. Her world, once filled with the laughter and warmth of family, was shattered by the relentless Slaya invaders. As a refugee fleeing the Great Migrations, Elara's path was fraught with sorrow and loss, until she was enveloped in the protective embrace of Celeena and her kin. Celeena, seeing in Eirien the flickering flame of hope amidst despair, offered her sanctuary within the venerable walls of Drakmire Keep.
As the Migration Wars raged and the shadow of conflict loomed over the Keep itself, Eirien's fragile life was nearly extinguished by the cruel hand of fate. Lying at death's door, her whispered pleas for life's embrace echoed through the corridors of the Keep. It was Celeena, then in the aftermath of her transformation into the Witch Queen, who, moved by compassion after her own wounds, bestowed upon Eirien the dark gift of vampirism. In the pale light of the moon, Eirien's wounds healed, and her spirit was bound to the mortal plane, immune to the passage of time and the scourge of ordinary death.
In the wake of her rebirth, Eirien found solace in the shadow of Celeena, who nurtured the child with a maternal affection that transcended blood. Within the Keep, Eirien grew under the Witch Queen's watchful eye, her existence a silent ode to the enduring spirit of survival. She became a daughter of the night, her life eternally twined with the fate of her savior. In her, the inhabitants of Drakmire Keep saw not the specter of war, but the unyielding promise of life, a symbol of the undying love that even the darkest magic cannot extinguish.

Description

In the dimly lit corridors of Drakmire Keep, where whispers of the past linger like cobwebs, Eirien Evernill clutches her beloved teddy bear, a beacon of comfort in her small, pale hands. Her large, expressive eyes, a piercing crimson that echo the vampiric lineage bestowed upon her, gaze out with a mix of curiosity and caution. Long, raven-black hair falls in unkempt waves, framing a face too young for the burdens it has known, yet etched with the resilience of one who has faced darkness and survived.
Eirien's appearance is a delicate tapestry of the child she once was and the eternal youth she has become. She moves through the Keep with a quiet, tentative grace, her slight form clad in garments that speak of a bygone era of Elven elegance, now muted, now frayed at the edges, much like the life she leads. Despite the eerie silence that surrounds her, a soft aura of warmth emanates from her being, a reminder of the gentle heart that beats within.
Shy and frightful, Eirien rarely raises her voice above a whisper, her words as fleeting as the shadows that play across the stone walls. Yet, within her resides a wellspring of affection and kindness, particularly for the creatures of the forest. Though the Grimwood is a realm of monsters and phantoms, to Eirien, it is a place of wonder, where even the most fearsome beasts bow to her innocent charm and stand in her defense.
When the rare traveler crosses her path, Eirien's frightful power reveals itself in a wraithlike shriek that reverberates through the trees, potentially leaving one deaf, a defense mechanism born of her instinctive fear. But as quickly as the echo fades, so too does she, vanishing into thin air, leaving behind only the memory of her haunting visage and the lingering question of the true nature of the creatures that call the Grimwood home.

Current Location

Drakmire Keep

Species

Elves

Sex

Female

Eyes

Red

Hair

Raven black

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Pale