Eleanor

Name: Eleanor

Nickname: Nellie

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Race: Half-elf

Class: Bard (Dawnflower Dervish) 8

Background
Born in the village of Erages to an elven father and human mother Eleanor knew only a quiet life. Her home was well protected, walled off with a diligent militia made up of volunteers, a community that knew most of its own by name. Her father was known for his artistry as a woodworker, particulary for his craft in musical instruments, while her mother had a talent with performance and song.

At age sixteen her life changed when the wargs attacked Erages. Her father joined the militia, along with several other villagers, in an attempt to drive the beasts off or slay them in the streets. He never returned. As the wolf howls grew closer, her mother told her to hide in her room, barricading the doors. With that last commend she left Eleanor, running out into the streets, screaming for the wargs to give chase. She also never returned.

Eleanor spent days alone in her house, living off what remained in the pantry, praying to the holy symbol of Sarenrae and masterwork scimitar on the mantle for someone to find her. Finally they were answered, not by the goddess, but by a seemingly confused dwarven wizard. She pleaded for his help and was promised it would arrive.

Within a day of the message in early morning her home was broken into. Hiding in her room, fearing the wargs had finally found her, she was surprised to instead hear her name called for. Cautiously moving from her room she found Inarin Pyrite, Kismat, Seth, Shadowflame, Voriel, and Ward Binarius standing in the common room. While Inarin’s canine visage alarmed her, he spoke calmly, announcing them as the Confedercy of Ordinary Individuals, and they were there to rescue her.

Presently…
COI has proven to be an odd assortment of role models for the young girl. She looked to Inarin who was as agile with his scimitar as he was with his guile, to Seth who would put himself in harm’s way and keep it at bay, to Shadowflame who was calculated in each use of sorcery and sword, to Voriel who strove to keep everyone alive, and finally to Ward who did what needed to be done. The faith of her parents guiding her path and tempering the examples of COI, along with the tutelage of the Pathfinder Dwali Loremaster, Eleanor has become formidable in her own right. An adept with her scimitar and an adaptable practitioner of the arcane arts she grows more and more anxious to test her talents and show she is no longer the scared girl found in Erages.