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	There is a creature in Aduime who has faded into legend. It is now nearly impossible to distinguish between fact and fiction. She is rumored to still wander, and many a weary traveler swear they glimpsed her. But that is all they ever say. Whoever gets too close…Never speaks again. Those who remember still speak her name in hushed tones, ever fearful of the wrath of the wind… Name – Yalentra (This is the name the legends gave her, and her name on Neo) Pronunciation – Yah-lent-rah Nickname – Maliss (And what she calls herself) Species – Winged Elf (With a Pegasus form) Age – She's ancient. Height – 14.3 Hands (5'3") Build – Small and slender Color – Blood red, with a blue mane Eyes – They change to suit her mood Markings - Two silver/gold stripes around each leg, one under each eye, and three along her back. Personality: Maliss is well… She is a very powerful opponent, and doesn't she know it. She's uncaring and relentless. The mare has a sharp tongue, and she's not at all afraid to use it. She also has a flair for making a battle look like a dance. There's a grace about her that's apparent in every movement, and most everything she does is precise and well-planned. Strength: For as small as she is, she's incredibly strong; even her wings can cut you, and her wit's as sharp as anyone's. She ignores most emotions, except for hatred. It fuels her, and she seems to have an unending supply of it... Weakness: Water..Maliss can't swim, and she detests the water. Also she is very small, and though she can take glancing blows, a heavy one would knock her off her hooves. And she can't hold any liquor to save her life. Family: Her parents never really got along. They fought endlessly, and her father turned to alcohol, leaving his wife to stew in the messes he caused when liquored up. Needless to say, she learned quickly to fend on her own, with some help from her younger brother. When the dark elves attacked, however, they were separated. She never saw any of them again. History: She was born in a land called Aduime, a Fiyla (Cousin of the elves -- Think an elf with wings). When she was very young, her village was destroyed, and she was kidnapped by the drows who did it. Never one to give in easily, she fought, though in the end it only made it worse. They stripped her wings, reshaping them, whittling them to sharp points and coating them in adamantite and a strange, leathery skin, making them stronger but also preventing any flight with their unexpected weight. A failed experiment, she was to be destroyed, but they underestimated her. Only one was thought necessary to destroy her…And the rest is history. She barely escaped with her life, but she met a strong stranger who would become an unlikely ally. She swore she'd get revenge on those who'd hurt her, and she did, much to her pleasure. She was never the same innocent child she had been after that; it changed her forever. Inspiration: This is hard. Maliss is one of my oldest characters, changed and improved. But quite honestly, she has no real model. If anything, she's the ugly thing in the dark corners of my own mind, in all its glory. After reading some of R.A. Salvatore's books, she reminded me a bit of Matron Malice, which is where I got the idea for her name. The Storm by Blackmore's Night A timeless and forgotten place, The moon and sun in endless chase Each in quiet surrender While the other reigns the skies… The midnight hour begins to laugh A summer evening's epitaph, The winds are getting crazy As the storm begins to rise… (2x) Wild were the winds that came In the thunder and the rain Nothing ever could contain The rising of the storm… In the wings of ebony Darkened waves fill the trees Wild winds warning Ample through the air… \| Chorus \| Follow the storm now I've got to get out of here… Follow the storm as you take to the sky… Follow the storm now it's all so crystal clear, Follow the storm as the storm begins to rise… She seems to come from everywhere Welcome to the dragon's lair Fingers running through your hair She asks you out to play… For all of nature's sorcery The most bewitching entity Hell can have no fury Like the rising of the storm… \| Chorus \| \| Instrumental Solo \| Follow the storm now I've got to get out of here… Follow the storm as you take to the sky… Follow the storm now it's all so crystal clear, Follow the storm as the storm begins to rise… As the storm begins to rise…