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Race: Elf
Gender: Female
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Class: Bard/Druid
If you would like to know more about Sihaya... well, you could ask her, but you're likely to get slapped. Or bashed on your head with her staff. Or, if she's really pissed off, skewered with a scimitar. As far as she's concerned, all are valid options in order to keep her private life private. And most of all, don't mention or stare at the scar on her left cheek.
From the few bits and pieces she lets slip you can gather that she is one of the High Elves and meant to be a Cleric. But if there's anything like an allergy to authority, Sihaya is probably suffering from it, and none of the Clerics and fellow initiates wanted to put up with that. She is mostly self-educated and rather than becoming a Cleric, she has grown into what you would call a Wild Druid. She takes orders from no one, because there's hardly someone worth it out there (oh yeah, she has a very high opinion of herself; sometimes justified, other times... well).
Her wit is razorsharp and you'd rather not be at the receiving end of it. Then again, you're not often likely to get it anyway, as there's bound to be some obscure reference to something or someone you've never heard of, from some obscure legend of the distant past. She is fascinated with history and lore alike, so becoming a Bard was more like a natural thing to do than a particular calling to her. She has impressive lore knowledge and provided you make a good audience, could keep you fascinated with stories for hours.
She is fiercely devoted to the wild nature in midst of which she had grown up, particularly to growth and creatures native to woodland and you're best advised not to frown when she keeps that menacing bear companion at her side, chooses to sleep in the open with her wolf or will let her raven eat from your plate. It is probably her wild inner nature that has lead her to such understanding and community with Nature itself. Her temperament is as fiery as her hair. She has been known to slaughter men in an instant in tavern fights and then return calmly to her drink and story, but weep for days over a killed horse.
What really drives her forward is her curiosity - be it about things, places or people. Her strength lies in her voice and in her complete command of Nature Magic, though when she's in a rage, better stay away from that scimitar she wields, too. Actually, stay away from the scimitar altogether. You'll find its tongue as sharp as it's blade. Or as his mistress' tongue, for that matter.
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