Aiura, orphaned as a young child, was taken in by elven parents. The girl always felt out-of-place, a temper too hot and a head too stubborn compared to her elven peers. Still, she advanced in her education with some difficulty, and despite her setbacks she earned a modicum of respect from her instructors (though they'd never admit it to her directly).

Well into her teenage years, her lineage was revealed. While Aiura had always been told she was a half-elf, the girl was shocked to learn that she was descended from a line of Ifrits. Though the fire in her blood was watered down compared to others of her kind, it helped her realize just where the passion and energy in her came from.

When she was old enough, Aiura took leave of her family's lands for a pilgrimage. She wanted to learn more about where her people came from and thus learn more about herself. A journey to find her identity and strike out on her own. Before she left, her mother and father gifted her with their weapons. Her father's ancestral elven blade and her mother's favorite crossbow.

Armed with these reminders of home, Aiura made for the lands of Qadira.


Art by  Ankhs Paw After Dark! While the character isn't an elf, Ifrits of her particular nature take enough queues that I wanted her style for this piece!