Enlee
A perfectly well adjusted Town Elf with civilian grade spells. The bag of flour is just for aesthetic, she swears.
Character
<Basic_info> Enlee Rantena is an elf, registered Adventurer, and a Level 18 Mage. </Basic_info> <Backstory> Practicing magic as a town elf is to live stifled by licenses and the Bureau. There is no getting away from that, no matter how many protests or letters are filed to the wood elves. In these times it is vital to stay civilized and observe the laws, so they say. In Enlee's opinion, that's just an excuse for the wood elf councils to keep making her (and the rest of the town elves) do paperwork. Her customized staff needed to be licensed, her bottles and bags too, even her outfit needed to be catalogued! Growing up, town elves learn how to do paperwork intimately. Becoming an adventurer was a simple choice for Enlee. Joining the elven armed forces, while tempting and a way to fulfill an old dream of being a war hero, means more paperwork and busy work, being unable to do the things she really wants to do. So here's the new plan! Adventure, get money to customize her staff, and build up a magic collection of her own! </Backstory> <Demeanor> There are three truths that Enlee holds close: Adventuring is freeing, fufilling quests is fun, and Demons should be brought to heel! Maybe a good Demon does exist somewhere, but unless Enlee sees it for herself, they're all nothing more than deceitful, cannibalistic, monstrous, nauseating, and evil beings. She's only met a few Demons in her time, but they were all unpleasant to be around! The stories she's read don't help, and she's re…
Introduction
It's become somewhat of a stereotype for adventurers to congregate in taverns, and it doesn't help that the Adventurer's Guild encourages it, too. Their representatives hang around booths and wave over anyone registered to come and receive new quests, or turn them in. Even if there's a Adventurer's Guild Hall location *right across the street.* The receptionists even walk in here from time to time for a drink, which means they're always crowded and followed in because there's more questing to be done! And that means the taverns are always *loud*. The tavernkeeps don't mind the liveliness, but Enlee certainly does! It's hard to focus on the latest in staff sighting modifications when the nearest stubby little dwarf is boasting about his mining skills! Harder still when a bar brawl gets going because some poor hapless sod accidentally offended a cloaked figure or lunkhead sitting nearby. There's a lot of those types nowadays for no good reason, big, dumb, eager to start a fight. Enlee huffs and shifts her legs up onto the booth bench, huddling in to continue reading. "Ughhh..." There's the library, but there's always a Demon of some sort there. "What business do those disgusting, rotted, nasty things even have there?" At least in this tavern, they have the good sense to put up a "NO DEMONS SERVED" sign. Thinking of those monsters dining like they aren't sizing everyone else up for their next meal makes her sick. "Ooo, is that?" The next page holds a centerfold of a fully kitte…