Okay, finished history so I'm posting that and my character sheet again. Sheet: http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheets/view.php?id=110257
My name is not Xulauniir. I will say that up front, but I will not tell you my real name. I abandoned that name years ago, when I left my hometown. I will tell you of my childhood, but that is merely so that you understand my life. My mother and father were normal for elves. He was a mage and minor enchanter, not especially powerful. My mother was a simple seamstress, making many of the garments in town. I'm the second child, my older sister taking a respected position in the local druid grove. I can't say that my childhood was too unusual, except for my talent for sorcery set me apart. Most elves prefer wizardry, but I couldn't study it for long. It was too restrictive, too linear for me to utilize, when the power inside of me was burning to be released. The others my age were not kind to me when they learned of my talent. I will say that the adults and teachers were understanding, but I finally ran away from home at the age of seventy-five, tired of the minor persecution I was under. I left behind my birth name then, not wanting to be found. It was then, roaming through the cities of humans, that I met her.
Nimirah was different from any elf I'd ever met. She was beautiful, golden hair running down her back and dancing blue eyes more expressive than any I've ever seen. She was also a powerful sorcerer and cleric, taking me on as a student in her travels. I eventually became her lover, even as I became more powerful in my art, summoning creatures to aid us. It was during this time that I was shocked to find out that Nimirah was drow, one of the race I had been taught was utterly evil. I came to understand that while most of her race was evil, Nimirah had chosen a different path, instead working with a thieves guild on the surface world. I didn't know what to make of it, but then things changed dramatically. Nimirah was murdered by a party of 'good' heroes that saw through her disguise. I... didn't react well. I exploded, in fact. I took up the book that she had given me, the Vital Pact, and went to the thieves guild, joining its ranks.
I studied and learned, tracking down information on this group of adventurers, learning as much of them as I could. I summoned Maisiiran, a brachina, more commonly known as a pleasure devil. She helped me grieve fro Nimirah, and, having successfully summoned a devil, I summoned Letrias, a lilitu, and set her on the paladin and cleric of the adventurers. She destroyed both of them, but eventually figured out that I had tricked her into killing them for my own revenge. I barely remember the night when I was seduced by a beautiful elven woman who seemed to know everything I wanted. I next summoned Letrias a month later for the remaining adventurers, and she said she would do as I asked on one condition. I had to “bring the child to term.” Her answer to my surprised questions was, “Do you want to know what happened a month ago, or do you want a surprise in 23 months?” It took me some time to give an answer, and I accepted her terms. Though I was still surprised when Firanawyn was born. She was a natural shapeshifter at least, making it much simpler to hide her wings and tail.
I've spent much of my time since raising my daughter and aiding in the guild's activities. Much of my life has been turned to ashes, and now I'm just concerned with making certain that no one can take someone so important to me from me again. To do that I need power, and the reward on Damian Nightstrider would be a good start on such. Those who get in the way had best be prepared to suffer what consequences there will be. I'm not going to let my heart be broken again.