Name: Alethea Lisiah

Age: 150 years

Gender: Female

Birthplace: Osea Forest, near small pond surrounded by faeries and spirits.

Hair color: Silverish blue

Eye color: Silver, changes upon mood :
Red: angry,
Blue: Sad,
Green : Excited,
Purple : suspicious, Race: Elven

Height: Five feet three inches. Petite for her race, and is often made fun of that fact.

Distinguishing features: In the center of her forehead is a star shaped scar, although she uses magic to cover it up in public (when other people are around) She also has a white pearl orb attached to a dragon's claw around her neck as a necklace.

Family: For fear of being hurt she does not talk to the men of her village.

Kin: A mother, father, and younger brother whom she loves dearly but is very annoyed when he talks to her!

Occupation: Makes jewelry and magical weapons for everyone. Specializes in added magical properties to gems and attaching them to weapons, giving an added boost plus beauty. For instance, making a sword light as a feather for its owner but when another person attempts to handle it, it becomes to heavy, disappears, ect.

Interests: Medicinal effects added to weapons and gems so that if a war arises then no one would be hurt. The world outside Osea forest intrigues her other thoughts but fear causes her to stay where she is.

Goals in life: To find a friend that she can trust and cherish forever.

Miscellaneous background: Alethea was fifty when it happened, the ultimate betrayel. She can remember the day clearly, "the warm sun against my flesh, the sweet smell of the pines, the smile on her face. I had a friend. We had been friends for most of my life, and trusted each other completly. Then she changed, or I changed, but all of a sudden we couldn't stand to be around each other. Things that were normal, such as my overly cheerful "everything's going to be okay" attitude suddenly annoyed her. I couldn't be me. Then my intrest in applying elemental and other properties to gems and weapons for protection suddenly became not intresting, but weird. Then there was my height. She began questioning my elfen heritage and soon many villagers agreed. Overnight my best friend had become my worst enemy. It hurt, and my personality changed to combat the hurt inside. I became mean, almost evil. I acted rude and dominant, using my height and intrest as proof that I am more powerful than all the others. They couldn't see that I was just hurt. So I left. And now, fifty years later I'm thinking of her, regretting my decisions. Now I lived in a different village, away from everyone I knew as a child. But it's better, if I go back then old feelings and emotions will come back and eat away at my soul again. Helping others fills that gap, that empty space, the guilt of being mean. I cannot fight back when others beat up on me, it feels as though I am letting her win by being tough and fighting back, for that's what she wants me to do, becaome mad and full of hate. And so I sit, making stones into something more valuable and beautiful, waiting for something, anything to fill the hole in my heart."