History

Ilea'she had always been a very active child. She spent most of her days running through the woods, playing with the animals. She felt peace there... a peace that she could not find at home. She was a constant reminder to her mother's family of the trangression that she had made. Ilea'she had never known her father. He had left before she was born. Her father had not known that she existed. Her grandparents had been outraged. Their youngest daughter had conceived out of wedlock, and with an elf no less. They would not let her forget, not that she would have. Of one thing Ilea'she was certain... her mother had truly loved her father. Whether or not he had loved her mother was an unknown in Ilea'she's mind. Her mother always professed that he did. Her grandparents always contradicted it. She was never told why he had left or what his name was. The pain in her mother's eyes when she had questioned her had been enough to prevent her from ever inquiring further. So she had grown up ridiculed and harassed by her cousins, shamed by her grandparents and always loved by her mother. She always felt as if she really did not know who she was. When she got older, she felt herself drawn to the life of a cleric. Eventually, she decided that she needed to go out into the world. She needed to find herself and possibly her father.