Valena

(Profile art is not mine! I'll take it down upon request)

Age: 28
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 145 lbs
Species: Half-Elf
An alt of Graves

Bio: Valena was born on the outskirts of the great Elven nation of Shahalesti, the Shining Lands, to a human father and an elven mother. Due to her mother's relationship with a human, normal elves looked down upon their family with disdain, her father had trouble finding work. For many years little Valena lived in poverty, but she was happy. She played with the other children in the village and helped her mother gather herbs during the mornings for her alchemy.

Many years past, and when Valena had turned 20 years old, War was declared upon Shahalesti by the much larger and human controlled Empire of Ragesia. Chaos gripped the land, and the village she lived in became a battlefield between two mighty armies of humans and elves. In the following vicious onslought by the Empire, Valena's family home was destroyed by an gigantic magical artillary strike. Valena cowered beneath her bed in horror as she watched her father get crushed beneath the rubble, while her mother cried for help, which only attracted the lecherous attention of a passing band of Legionaries. Valena rushed to her mother's defense, but was knocked out by a hard impact to the side of the head by one of the soldier's maces.

When she woke up again, Valena was in captivity, a slave within the Empire to one of the many Patrician houses who ruled over the vast majority of people. Her labors were numerous as they were hard. From slumming in the kitchens, to tidying up the butcher's shed after a slaughter, to mucking out the stables. She almost became the Master of the House's personal concubine, if it wasn't for the Mistress of the Household who took pity on Valena's plight and helped to spare the young woman from that fate. A favor that Valena would be eternally grateful for.

3 years of service to the noble's house slowly passed, and one night Valena was within the upper chambers, having just emptied the lord's chamber pots. She was walking down the stairs when she heard a blood gurgle. Curious, and frightened, she peeked into the doorway the noise had emenated from, and was horrified to witness the Lord himself being murdered... or a better word would be 'consumed'. A buxom woman clad in all white robes held the pitiful noble up high in the air while she swallowed him head first, his features visible in her tight throat as the man sunk slowly into her waiting stomach. Valena was distrought, and couldn't help but let out a surprised gasp, and also dropped the pot in her hands which shattered with a loud clattering noise. The assassin turned her predatory gaze upon Valena, freezing her with a cold stare as the last of the noble's kicking feet were slurped up by her now pouting, ruby red lips. Valena turned to flee, but was quickly grabbed from behind, as the blindingly fast assassin pulled her close and whispered into her ear, promising her freedom and a chance to revenge herself against the Empire who had enslaved her in the first place. At first Valena struggled, weeping in horror... but as the woman whispered into her ear, Valena slowly ceased her struggling and let her head droop in defeat....

That night, Valena was taken by one of many assassins, who coin themselves the 'Weavers of Fate', or just 'Weavers' for short. She was quickly indoctrinated into their ranks, and after over 5 years of training, she's only recently begun to go after her own targets. Though she's not quite capable of the extremely efficient and nourishing technique of Vore just yet, she's handy with a pair of daggers, and is more than capable of using her half-elfen, curvaceous form to lure in her targets with ease.