Anime-based Character History
Deedlit is a high elf who comes from the Forest of No Return, her peoples' homeland, where they reside in solitude. This solitude comes in part because typically a meeting between a high elf and another of the races results in conflict, due to the high elves having a tendency to treat the member of the other races as children. This stems from the fact that high elves are considered immortal whereas comparatively short life spans are enjoyed by other races, meaning even dark elves and mirror elves who are known to live only to be 1,000).
Deedlit is a special figure among her race because she is the last high elf to have been born within the last 1,000 years, being just about 160 years old. She is considered, as a result of her rare status, to be the last hope for the high elven people to prosper and flourish once more. She received the best education from her mentors in her homeland, including how to wield a blade, as well as how to cast shaman magic to harness the power of spirits.
Deedlit was restless in her homeland, and decided that staying there was simply a very slow path to extinction. Because of that, she left the forest, seeking out the "Tree of Truth", a means to find out how to help her people to become something more than what they are in their reserved state. She believes she has found it in the form of Parn.
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