Taxellor

Ability Score Rolling Attempt 2 12, 12, 12, 16, 10, 16 I think I go with this one

Ability Scores: There is almost certainly a better way to roll than that. But: 14, 11, 8, 14, 7, 15 is at least a stat spread if a very poor one

Name: Esvele yr Seipora Race:  Lesser Fire Genasi Class Favoured Soul (Kossuth) Alignment: LN Appearance: At first glance, Esvele appears to be just another Tethyrian human caught in the grasp of the drow.  Her skin might be slightly more bronzed than most, but easily understood to be the result of many years hard work outside.  Certainly the ragged remains of her clothes suggests someone used to making a living in marshland, and her long wild hair is kept mostly restrained in a headscarf that has seen better days.  A careful observer would note how comfortably she moves without light, or how she always seems to smell of woodsmoke.  Her elemental lineage most clearly manifests when raw emotion causes her skin becomes flushed.  Instead of a slight reddening of the cheeks due to embarrassment, her inner fire is revealed, dancing yellow flames illuminating her face from within, or, when anger causes her to fruitlessly rage against her captors, her fists glow the fierce bright heat of iron heated in a blacksmith's forge. Background:   Her father was a Tethyrian herbalist who caught the eye of a young woman on a Calashite merchant train.  Esvele regards her childhood fondly, her parents being perhaps a little strict and stern, but always with a fondness and kindness that she could rely on.  Even the chaotic revelation of her planetouched nature when it manifested during her adolescence is something she has come to terms with, gradually finding use in the fine control she has over heat as she made her first steps upon the apprentice's path of apothecary.   Being snatched away by the drow and dragged deep beneath the earth is then an absolute nightmare.  She longs to break free and find her way back to the tranquil pastoral ideal of her youth.  These hopes might have been crushed long ago under the lash of drow and the weight of the earth above her.  But her prayers lamenting the chaos that has consumed her life now feel watched.  And her dreams are full of fire and iron and the knowledge that the order can be restored to the world.  If she but plays her part.