Silverleaf

Nobody would truly notice this elf as she entered the room, being so quiet and self-effacing, it was hard to see who she really was at first. Her golden and silver hair was pulled into a strict braid, though a few strands would pull free to tease her face, only to be pushed behind pointed ears quickly. She had the typical delicate bone structure of an elven noble, and the frail appearance of a proper elven woman. Her violet eyes moved over those around with a gentle gaze, her voice a soft whisper when someone asked her name.:: I am Silverleaf Halfmoon. ::A tiny smile offered for courtesy's sake before finding a seat to sit and watch those around her. Her purple dress moderate, though nothing distracted from that perfectly molded face, not her long, delicate fingers, not her regal stance, nothing. The only thing that begged attention about her, was the fact that she carried no title, and no weapons, though, typically, one would soon see a griffon creep to her side. Her pale hand dropping to pet the creature's head softly.:: It is good you are here Gold.

Silver, as she prefers to be called, was the only daughter of Lionmight and Lilac Halfmoon, having two older brothers and one younger. She was the one to inherit the clan from her parents, Clan Halfmoon. She was spoiled as a child, whatever she wanted she could have, except the opportunity to go and beat up her brothers. She was taught, from birth, to be a lady, and not act like the males of the house. She's always been quite the contrast to her cousin Epona Firemeadow. She was always a person to be loved, and forever possessing a good mood and kind nature, rarely sinking into political courtesies.
         As she grew older, as all young women do, she fell in love with a young man from a neighboring clan. It would have been wondrous if the two could have joined in marriage, but it wasn't so for the young lovers. Silver's love Damen stayed with her father the day she was told to see the world before the duties of her clan tied her down. Like a good little girl, she listened, not knowing that it would be the last time she'd see her family.
         When she returned, years later, she was alone, having promised her cousin to take care of herself. The beautiful Halfmoon Valley, actually in the shape of a crescent moon, surrounded by forests, was filled with the blood of her clan. She hadn't known or noticed the finality in her father's goodbye to her before she left. It had only been four years when she left, but looking on the destruction left behind, it seemed like eternity.
         She ran into the midst of the destruction, searching for any survivors, and finding that none did survive, not even her dear mother. Lilac had fallen to a blade, fighting for her clan, while her daughter was off exploring. Soon after she found her mother, she saw her father's body, disappointment lining his elven features. Her heartbreak was complete when she found all three of her brothers together, completely butchered, but she had yet to find Damen's body.
         The tears were soaking her tunic as she moved carefully through the destruction, this was more than she could imagine happening to her, why her? Of all people, why did it have to be her that the gods would torture in such a fashion, well, it was then she found a note. The note was not by anyone she knew, but it was addressed to her, resting upon the door of her father's house.
                                   Do not be alarmed dear Silverleaf, their deaths were inevitable.
                                    You will not die, fear not for your life, this is your curse;
                                    To be forever homeless, clanless, and loveless.
                                    Damen died at the hands of a succubus, thinking it you.
                                    Perhaps you will understand this hatred someday.
         Once this note was read, Silver collapsed against her father's door in sobs, vowing to find and destroy the murderous fools who would do such to her family. She has yet to find them, but that wicked curse has taken place. Due to relatively recent circumstances, she found that love was beyond her grasp, being deceived and betrayed by one she thought she loved, but he could not understand her hesitancy. She can never return to Halfmoon Valley because of the desecration, which means she must find a new home for her clan, and start it all her own, being the last of Clan Halfmoon. She's lost the light and happiness that once danced eternally in violet eyes, she holds no love of dance and music, living simply to study and search out the murderers, and perhaps find a way to rebuild her clan.