Faewellyn was born in a town east of Yew to her elven mother, Violet, Whom had fallen victim to the charm of a Mischevious purple haired drow. He of course abandoned her mother as soon as he learn she was bearing a child, as cross breeding amongst elves was sin. 

Faewellyn grew to be a beautiful young elf, as followed by her givin name meaning "Magical beauty", having took on her fathers purple hair and sharp elven ears and her mothers delicate features and pale skin tone. At the proper age she took under the apprenticeship of L'aelfare, head archer in the town's army. She was taught over the years the most secretive of archery tactics and battle techniques of the forest elves. The fletchers taught her to carve and string bows and make expert crafted arrows. Soon she was one of the most valued assets in the clan of archers. Yet her longing to find her father was strong and even thou her mother protested profusely, she set out to find him. To do what, she knew not.

Several weeks later her journey had landed her in the town on Moonglow, a town rampid with busy mages going to and fro from their shops to make potions and spells for visiting knights and warriors. It was there she met an elder mage with a kind heart who gave her shelter and food. His name was Almand, a kind old man with a long silver beard and the wrinkles of time crossed his face like cobwebs, soon she found herself engrossed in his magical literature, learning spells left and right.

One morning, as she was in the study reading a book on the magical workings of elder mages, she heard the familiar voice of the town crier on the nearby corner. Normally she wouldnt take notice, but this morning was different and as she rushed to the windows and flung them open, her ears bore listen to the dreadful news. The silver dragons had attacked a small elven village to the east of Yew. She felt the anger dancing in her stomac, yearning to get out, but all that escaped were tears that ran down her cheeks as she weeped for her village, her mother...

On the same day she bid farewell to Almand, who graciously supplied her with rations and magical supplies as she set out with the promise to return to him soon. Again she traversed the forests and waters of Brittania in search of the only family that remained and her walking got her to the confusing town of Vesper. Cascaded in bridges, made of single shop islands, Faewellyn made way to the local bank to open a safe box and ask about work.

She entered the bank where various patrons were gathered depositing loot and coin, and making small chitchat with one another. As she made her way to the back of the bank, she looked to her left and double taked on what she sought to be a mirror! T'was another patron with hair, lavender like hers, ears, pointy like hers! They both gasped and stared wide eyed at one another, not knowing what to make of the situation. Finaly her doppleganger spoke.

"Uhm... is this a controlled incognito spell I see before me? or perhaps my eyes play tricks in me..." She said with a sly smirk.

I assured her I was born this way, and that I had adorned my lavernder locks from my father whom abandoned me before I was even born. She then explained her features were too obtained by her father, but he was long since dececed. For his playful Elf mating days had gotten the best of him when his clan found out of his sinful ways and he was executed Drow style in the undergrounds. 

That news brought an end to her quest, she had lost her parents and village, but had gained a sister whom introduced herself as Schala Darkmoon. Faewellyn would soon embark on many more advntures in her new souroundings of Vesper, with the Help of Schala of course....