Esgal, Shenandoah

Basics
Full Name: Shenandoah Esgal (Sheh-nan-DOH-uh Ess-gahl)
Nickname: Shena (pronounced Shannuh or Sheenuh)
Gender: Female
Marital Status: Single
Age- (actual numbers unknown)
Actual: roughly 76,000 human years (76 elven years)
physical body: roughly 12,000 human years
Appearance: roughly 25
Birth Date: unknown
Occupation/Grade: Music Teacher [Day Class]
Dreams/Life Goals: to free her fellow espers [without losing yet another one's life.]

Appearance
Hair: a light shade of fern green
Eyes: jade
Height: 5'5”
Build: thin, lithe, but slightly curvy.


Character Personality
I am a myriad of contradictions. My existence itself is one. I am loyal, and I gain trust to better deceive. I am naïve, yet I know more of the Earth's secrets than most. I keep peace; I fight. I love, and I kill.
That said, I am a sweet woman. I dislike angering people, and on the off chance I do so, my most valiant efforts are made in order to calm the person again. I speak softly; my presence is not commanding. Because of the secrets I keep, I would much rather listen to someone else speak than have to do so myself. This does not mean I don't have authority, nor does it mean I can't silence a room instantly. (Without use of magick.)
I am not straightforward. From experience, that gets me nowhere, fast. I like to take my time and judge a situation before I make my move. After all, that is the reason I'm still alive right now. I see no reason to fix something that isn't broken.

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Character Background

It is a pleasure to meet you...:

I chose my physical form carefully, roughly twelve thousand human years ago. Something that would be very unlikely to be targeted; something to make me blend in with my surroundings beautifully. If you are wondering “why even put yourself into a body? Why put yourself in danger so recklessly?” be patient. I will explain soon enough.

Light green hair, jade eyes. Not very “normal,” I know. But keep in mind, I didn't take the form of a human. I took the form of an elf. I had to be able to explain doing magick, so why not take the form of something that already can do magick? That's common sense, really.

Why I now have a body.:

Espers seem to be captured faster than I can find them. This is a very... taxing job. So about twelve thousand years ago, I began searching for them to the best of my ability. I took on the form of an elf, began referring to myself as “Shenandoah” or “Spruce Stream” (fitting, considering the green hair and the water magick, no?) and went on the hunt.

Four elven years into my hunt, I had released three of my fellow espers, and lost one's life in the process of releasing him. Then I stumbled across Janthen, the elven city, and knew I needed to stop here, at least for a night.

Elves are odd in their ways.

A small child, I would later learn her name was Olia [meaning: only], was walking beside me, dark eyes wide with curiosity. I guess green hair perhaps isn't the most common, even amongst elves. I didn't find the silence uncomfortable, so I wasn't conversing. We strode amiably for a long while, me silently wondering why this child- who couldn't have been more than one (she looked perhaps six human years old)- was so far from her home, and her... well, who knows what she was wondering. That child proved to be quite the little scatter-brain. About a mile from the city, a wagon approached, not a big deal, we continued our trek into the town. But, as it came precariously close, the girl darted across the road. She really would have made it, had the road not been so wide, and the wagon not have been dead in the center.

I reacted faster than the driver of the wagon when Olia stopped still in the middle of the road, horror dawning on her small face as she saw the large lizard only feet from her. She wouldn't escape, her small legs weren't fast enough compared to the huge ones of the dragon before her. So I ran out and scooped her up. I must admit, my timing was impeccable. If I had been a second later, we both would have been trampled.

As it was, saving the child would be my ticket to staying comfortably in Janthen. She thanked me profusely as I set her down, and wasted no time at all in taking my hand, leading me at a rapid pace into the city. May I say, Janthen is a truly beautiful place. Overwhelming at times, but beautiful nonetheless.

I was littered with questions by the man whose daughter I had saved. Questions I had no answer for. What was my name? Well, yes, I had an answer for that at least. Where was I from? How old was I? What type of elf am I? Many different things... I realized that I wasn't ready to be surrounded by civilization. So I lied right there, the first and most important lie I would tell. One of my identity.

”I don't remember.”

Just like that, I became a makeshift member of the man's family. He said it was the least he could do for saving his daughter. The offspring of the woman he loved so dearly, who had died in childbirth. It explained the girl's name, and the very well-hidden sorrow in his eyes when he looked at her. He was a merchant, and I would help him sell the instruments he made. Oh, yes, he made musical instruments. Beautiful pieces of art, really. Each was unique, and had it's own distinct sound. No two were alike.

I quite enjoyed helping the man; being accepted into the society. But the best part of my fortunate turn of fate was the fact that I got to travel with the family, selling the instruments to funny soldiers who were out battling. They fact that they had seen so much hardship, but still had such strong personalities. It was fascinating.

My memory stops here for a bit... it goes fuzzy and blurry and I can't remember much, just making friends and selling instruments. Teaching Olia about things women should know, and some things she probably shouldn't know. Then we're back in Janthen. By this point, I knew Faelwen and Forest and a medley of other colorful characters. But word reached me of a possible esper in another, very faraway land. It sounded like Shiva. I left one night, no plan of action, not knowing what I was going to do other than save her. I do regret not telling my family that I would be leaving. It is one of the two regrets I hold. They deserved to be informed. The hurt on their faces when I returned... I'll get to that in a bit.

On my way to find Shiva, I ran into another esper in the body of a human. He stayed by my side for a few years (human years, that is) before we found the so called esper we were looking for. It wasn't Shiva. It was a trap.

...To make a long story short, I lost my companion in the battle that waged. It was my fault. My powers were the one that failed in quite a dire moment. I was the one who allowed him to be captured. And when I tried to make it right...

There is only one way a demi-god can actually die. And the humans honing his power managed to figure it out. I will not tell you the method of killing us, because I'd much rather keep my life, thank you very much.

After he died, I killed the humans. Easy as that. And I mourned the loss of my companion. It had been almost three thousand human years since I left Janthen. I decided to return to my family and provide them with some answers. Not who I am, no. But a lie of why I left, at least. I had gotten close to these people, after all. They were familiar, and I was happy when I was around them.

They were hurt, but relieved to see me. Olia demanded to know where I had been. I told them that I had remembered a small sliver of my past, and tried to go find the rest of what was missing. I also told them that I had failed in my quest. It took a while for them to forgive me, but they did, and as melancholy as that makes me (considering the Shenandoah that they know is a complete farce) it also elates me slightly.

Forest told me what had befallen our friend Faelwen one night as we caught up. Ever curious, I trekked over to Japan and this newfound “Academy”. And here my story comes to an end. I don't know how long I'll be here, or if I'll be going back to Janthen soon, but I'll simply take it one day at a time and see where I am led.

Spouse: none
Race/Ethnicity: Esper
Language: Many. Mainly Japanese and Elven.
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Hobbies: singing, listening to music, reading books in shaded grassy areas [disappearing to go look for espers]
Likes: Music, sunlight, long skirts/flowing dresses, breathy voices, harmonizing done well.
Dislikes: overly large crowds, clashing music notes, bad harmony.
Fears: being personally hunted. Dying and having her power absorbed.
Strengths/good qualities: extremely loyal. Willing to do almost anything (including putting herself in direct danger) for those she cares about.
Bad habits: getting very motherly, even though she isn't at all a mother. Caring too much about things she should just brush off.
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