Aislinn_851
Legacy Name: Aislinn_851

Name: Aislinn, Marchioness of Valador
Age: Looks to be about late twenties, early thirties. Actual age is 67 years.
Personality: Generally a composed person though she's overly weary at the end of each day. When she isn't at the office, she's more laid back and friendly. Her hobbies are hunting, instrument crafting, and calligraphy.

Past:
I was created by an old witch who had gotten her hands on some ancient books that predated the current Era. The books had turned up in an excavation down in the tundras. They had been fairytales encased in some crude form of paste. They were of underdogs, of prophecies, of magic and sorcery, and of the triumph of good vs. evil in the most innocent of depictions.

But when she bought them, it was a post-war era where the naive had died long ago and only the weary and jaded lived. My madam had been born in the middle of those times and she had fallen in love with the fairytale dreams. She spent her last days tinkering to leave her last legacy.

I am that legacy. I was fashioned in the image of an "elf." I inherited a bit of her magic; just simple things like sharpen senses, limited telekinesis, and various other nonsense abilities. I was given to the king and kept within his walls for a decade or two until he finally got around to noticing me. I certainly didn't mind; I spent those years memorizing everything in their royal library and then some. When he did, I was titled and essentially named as I had none before. It wasn't until much later that I finally chose the name Aislinn.

Present
Now I handle many of the daily workings of the palace. It's a hectic way of life especially since I have to have the king's approval on many things. You cannot imagine how hard it is track down a someone who does not want to be found especially one that can sprout wings and fly.