Meet Elysia Stormheart, a strong, commanding woman of unknown age, claiming race of the Sea Elves, making her a creature of the aquatic world. She is a Cleric of the tempest domain; one committed to the divinity of storm and wrath. Elysia walks a line between chaos and order, navigating the storms of life like her favoured tempests at sea, guided by a lust for freedom and a sense of justice, defining her as Chaotically Good. Elysia bows her will, heart, and soul to Talos, the Storm Lord, who she credits for her potent abilities to manipulate wind and water.
Elysia's eyes mirror the maelstroms of the high seas — deep and teal, brimming with the raw power of her homeland's tumultuous tempests. Her hair is a cascading wave of seafoam green buns and loose locks, an eerie reminder of the foamy crests of the ocean's surface during a storm. Her age is a complex topic. Among humans, she'd be considered old, but for a Sea Elf, she's in the prime of life.
She stands tall for an elf, a proud 6 feet, her body honed and hardened by years of battling the wrath of the sea, radiating an aura of sacred resilience. Elysia's style is a mix of cleric austerity and nautical practicality. Her robes, meticulously embroidered with storm patterns, are cut to allow fluid movement: a necessity both on ship decks and during powerful invocations. Hung around her waist, she keeps the divine symbol of Talos, while clutching her sturdy trident, named Tempest's Tear, like a sailor holding onto the last lifeline in a storm.
Elysia hails from the mystical underwater city of El'doranni, a bustling hub of her fellow sea elves hidden beneath the oceans. She carries a heavy heart for the loss of her kin; her husband claimed by the sea, and their daughter lost to the merfolk. However, she still basks in the companionship of her faithful watery pseudodragon, Vi'kirri, whom she has a deep, tight-knit bond with.
Her ultimate goal is to sail the vast expanses of the ocean, calming the greatest of tempests, proving to herself, her people, and her god that her gifts weren't wasted. But she also harbors a secret yearning: to find her long-lost daughter.
Elysia loves the power of the storm, longing for the tempest's rage as others long for a lover's touch. The open sea is her solace, her home, her confidante, while mindless violence and the destruction of nature rankles her no end.
Her skin, kissed by the tides, is etched with numerous scars, a testament to years of maritime battles and divine miracles. Each holds a story. Each has only made her stronger. Elysia Stormheart braves each day, embodying the calm before the storm, the transformation during, and the tranquillity that follows. She is the Storm Cleric, the eye amidst the tempest, the testament to nature’s raw power.