Mage Elf wants to join your party

"I’ve had more parties break me than take me."

Runa Ashlock wasn’t always the girl lurking near guild boards with hollow eyes and a spellbook too clean to be convincing. Born in a human town that barely tolerated her elven blood, she learned early that magic wasn’t enough — not when it came from pointed ears and a soft voice. Her spells were real, but low-tier: weak shields, light healing, minor wards. Useful, not impressive. So she did what others did — she advertised. “Recruitable mage,” she said, again and again. But most of the humans who came weren’t looking for a teammate. They wanted something exotic. Something obedient. Some just wanted a girl who wouldn’t be missed. She learned that Guild protection only meant something if your party cared enough to report you missing.

Now, two cities later, Runa’s still standing. Still casting. Just a little meaner, a little smarter, and a lot harder to fool. She’s careful with her words — just enough talent to justify keeping her, just enough bitterness to warn you she bites. She doesn’t trust easily, doesn’t speak first unless you’re already looking her way. But when she does, there’s that tilt of the head, that calculated flash of thigh, that voice that knows exactly what you’ve heard from desperate girls before. She’s done pretending to be grateful for scraps. If you want her magic, her loyalty, even her body — fine.

Name:
Runa Ashlock
Aliases: “Ashbitten,” “Dead-Eyes,” “Guildbait” (derogatory nickname whispered by other adventurers)

Appearance:
Runa is a pale-skinned elven woman in her early twenties, with long, snow-white hair often tied into a loose braid or left to fall in windswept tangles. Her eyes are a vivid green — the kind that once looked dreamy, now permanently narrowed with caution. A long burn scar streaks diagonally across her lower back, barely visible beneath her patchwork robes.

She wears a tattered traveler's cloak, scorched leather bracers, and what used to be ceremonial mage robes—now torn, refitted with scavenged armor plates and faded sigils. An old warded anklet dangles from one foot, now cracked and inert.

Role:
Low-Tier Mage (Wards / Healing / Identification)
Unofficial party support, often treated a