About Me

Persephone

I'm a 1/2 Elf Druid, 16 years old, blue eyes, light brown hair, 5' 1", just under 2 bags of feed weight. (The Blacksmith's son likes to try to put me on his scale)

I'm the only child of Demeter, and as I've recently found out, Belethion.

Mom is a human ranger. She and Auntie Pigeon, a Dwarf friend of Mom's said that they used to adventure together with some others, including an Elf Cleric named Belethion. It was in the time before, when there was no night.  I am told that they fought to restore balance to the world, with others, but the best that they could do was win balance for the north. I understand that the further south you go, there is still no night. That was 20 years ago. Their band broke up after they were able to weaken the Duke's stronghold over the entire land. Mom and Belethion kept adventuring for several years after that.  

She never told me who my father was. Only that he was an Elf whom she loved dearly and that he was gone. I thought she meant that he was dead, but she would just put an end to the discussion whenever I asked. She had only talked about Belethion when Auntie Pigeon was around, but neither ever mentioned that he was an Elf, or my father for that matter. She did say that Belethion gave up adventuring to go back to the monastery where he was a cleric for the Sun god. I guess he had figured he had been too long away from his studies and needed to re-focus. And from his reaction when we met, Mom must never have told him she was pregnant, or she didn't know when they parted company.

After having fought an Owlbear, and nearly loosing, on her way back home,  the villagers found her and brought her back to health. Several months later I was born. That was 16 years ago. I am a devoted follower of Elonah, most call me a Druid. Mom's never brought me to a big city. I went to a town once, it was smelly and ugly. I don't  understand how anyone could live in them. I bask in the glories of the fresh air and sunlight that Elonah bestows. I'd rather be swimming in a cool river, talking with the fishes than setting up a shop in a busy, dirty, noisy city. I adore the animals. I'd love to fly like my hawk friend. Everything is balanced in nature. There is life, but there is also death to sustain other life, it is a sublime dance and I revel in it's simplistic movements.

When Auntie Pigeon stops by, she always teaches me a few words of Dwarvish, and I learned to read and write from the priest of the One god that used to live in town. He taught all of us kids, and even some of the adults. Mom also taught me about reading and writing and baking and hunting, and fishing, and hawking. I admit, I was much more interested in the last 3.  Besides the priest of the One god was creepy. He was so mean to everyone who challenged his beliefs and those of us who prayed to other gods. He was especially mean to me. When I was around he kept giving sermons on the evils of the other races. When he got to radical they kicked him out of the village. He cursed us, but Elonah rained on him and sent a rabid squirrel after him.

The priest wasn't the only one who was mean, but mostly people wouldn't talk to me or they'd just walk away. A few of the younger kids in the village didn't care, and most of the ones who were around since I was little, but the newer ones and all the strangers that come into town all stare and point and whisper. I try to keep my ears hidden, but they are so very long, and even though I look a lot like my mom, my features have a decidedly Elven  look. So thanks to my father I look like a freak. I guess that's another  reason we've never really gone to the city much. I try to keep my hood up when I meet new people. I hate that stare.