Enid Celia

Enid Celia is a 100 year old Neutral Good high elf, and the deck swabber of The Jewels Of The Night.

## Backstory

Flymyra Godzyn Was born to then Princess Fenna and Prince Falon in the year 8229, a product of their incestuous deprived relationship. Her birth was a tumultuous one with Fenna laboring for several hours and days. Eventually, though the young princess of the Godzyns was born, however upon her birth, a sad truth was revealed, and the child was mutated. Her ears were not of the elegant angle expected of high elves. Fenna was revolted by the child, disgusted in the lack of beauty and ashamed. All her life Flymyra never knew whether that shame was for herself or that her mother was ashamed of her own failure to create the perfect daughter. Over the years Flymyra was raised within the deepest confines of the royal palace, surrounded by a special team of servants who were never allowed to speak of the child nor to even leave. The area became known as the “Princess’s holdfast”, a place few were allowed to enter. Over the years of growing up her mother would occasionally visit but the visits were never kind. Fenna was cold and uncaring as a mother, questioning her daughter’s looks, her skills, and her manners. The two didn’t truly know each other, they were acquaintances only. Of her father she saw even less, he was culturally still only a child like her in the eyes of elven society and thus it seemed her mother had no intentions of letting the truth of her fatherhood be known. Isolated and alone with only the servants as company Flymyra lived alone in the holdfast for many years. From atop the holdfast, she could see out into the rest of the palace and its courtyards, on the other side the vast ocean lay before her. She would watch as the ships sailed by countless in numbers and with destinations far and mysterious. She dreamed of being on one, sailing away from home, living on her own, and seeing the great expanses of the world. Yet the locked gates of the holdfast stood between her and her dreams. From her windows, she would watch those who had freedom and life sail beyond the horizon, and from the other, she would see the imprisoning world of the capital. She saw the days when great events and schemes would play out. The day the High King and his wife, her aunt the Pure Queen passed away. She remembered not what occurred instead all she saw was the great sudden movement of soldiers and guards about the palace. Then death was the first time she saw someone die. She had been sitting on her balcony reading having watched with mediocre interest the rush of the day when she heard the approach of several people. It was the guards of the pure queen their armor emblazoned with her sigil. They knocked and attempted to enter, but her servants told them none may enter and an argument ensued. She overheard the guards saying that they needed to speak to the princess and that the queen requested her presence. Before the guard could finish his sentence a crossbow bolt struck through his eyes and blood splattered across the gate. Men wearing the sigil of her mother moved down the bridge towards the queen’s men and a brief battle occurred. The queen’s men were however outnumbered and were cut down in a flurry of blades and magic. One armored in white and gold wielded a great axe and lead with powerful magic. After killing the queen’s men the guards moved to secure her gate with additional locks and quickly left back to the courtyard. The rest of the night was filled with the screams of death and torture as her mother’s men cleared out traitors in the palace and the capital. The morning was greeted with an unexpected visitor, her father. The young prince entered the holdfast silently accompanied by a flank of guards who stood by the entrance. This was the first time in years that she had even seen her father let alone spoken to him. He informed her of events that transpired, the Pure Queen died in childbirth and the High King passed away. Then the truth came, the only part of the story she knew for certain to be true, that her mother had seized the throne and with the support of the white guard and capital army was now to be crowned queen. Her father then in a childish act of arrogance told her she was not the heir apparent, that he was to be the crown prince. That he would rule after Fenna. After that, he went into a rant about the great moment that stood before their family and the power that he now had. She didn’t listen instead she clutched the ring about her finger a silver and red gold ring wrought in the shape of a wrapping vine of roses. The ring had been given to her by the Pure Queen. A week before her death the Queen had come to see her, she remembered the shocked look on her face as she made eye contact with Flymyra for the first time. The Queen had met her for the first time and cried, the powerful and beautiful queen whom all praised and loved stood before the nobody princess, the “freak” as her mother called her, and cried. The queen had to take a sit to calm herself before wrapping her arms around Flymyra in a warm embrace. Flymyra was shocked, it was the first time anyone had done this. She read of people loving each other in books but her parents never delivered such emotions. The two sat in a silent embrace for what seemed like hours before the queen looked at her and said what beauty she was. The first time ever. That she had the beautiful eyes of Godzyn and the majesty white hair of a true elven beauty. The queen dolled over her for so long complementing everything about her. Before becoming serious, the queen told her she had just learned of her, that her mother had kept her secret for so long hiding her away in this corner of the palace. She spoke poorly of her mother, how she had taken advantage of her father, that he was far too young to be a father. Angry took hold and she then said the most shocking part. That she intended to free her once she brought the truth to the king after her child was born. She said that she would raise her like a true princess alongside her child as well. She then took out the ring and placed it on her finger. The queen kissed her and left, hands on her heavy belly. She barely knew the queen yet in that short time she had shown more love and kindness to her than anyone in her entire life. The day after Falon came to visit more servants came this time with a beautiful dress and tiara. They dressed her in finery and beauty before placing a large veil on her head. To cover your ears, princess. In her mother’s moment of triumph, she couldn’t bear the humiliation of her daughter. She left with the maids and traveled to the throne room. A huge number of people gathered around through the midst of the vast hall and its many columns. She was ushered towards the front near the colonnade heading towards the elevated platform that sat the throne. Flanking either side of the throne were the members of the Godzyn family, Falon her father, and many others cousins and more distant relatives.She knew them only for who they were due to them all wearing the colors of the family in some manner. It was then she realized she did not. She wore instead a bland black dress with a long line of studded rubies on her shoulder. The Black Sheep. Her mother did not bother to present her as a Godzyn instead dressed her like a common noblewoman, and to add to the humiliation in black the color anthesis to her family. She barely remembered the coronation trying hard to not burst into tears, all the emotions coming out at once. The pure queen was dead, the only one who cared for her, her mother’s disgust of her, and the distance of it all. After that, she was returned to the holdfast and was not visited by her mother or father. Forgotten she took to the art of fencing, studying a book in her library she practiced day and night.She tried not to think of the outside, of her family, of the queen. Years passed and eventually, a visitor came, her mother. The Queen spoke coldly of a college in the mountains where she was sending her now that she was of age. To hone her magical skills and bring honor to the family. Fenna however spoke of her struggling, that her condition would make it difficult. Before leaving the queen said to not return until you have proven you deserve the title of princess. Thus Flymyra was ushered away to Torrine where she was inducted into the school of magic. Years passed and she didn’t just struggle she couldn’t summon an ounce of magic. This earned her the anger of teachers and the ridicule of students. She did make several friends however, with them she endured the hardest parts of college and found true friendship for the first time, at least that's what she thought. Indeed so close they were that she shared her true identity with them. Then the calamity came, it all happened so quickly the destruction of the capital by that monstrous gold dragon and the vicious terrorist known as Jyn Res. The battle at the temple. And the death, always the death. Her mother, the invincible conqueror, the mighty white queen, the ruler of all Emocia died. She didn’t think it was possible yet it happened, killed by a dragon. After that the news spread quickly throughout the realm, chaos broke out and it was only made worse by her father, as always. His short reign and death threw everything astray. The formation of the elder council was rejected by many and seen as a chance to establish independence. Especially in Torrine where revolutionaries quickly overthrew the remaining Godzyn loyalists left there. Soon the one known as Draven declared that he was given control over the city by the Elder council. Rallying the remaining Godzyn loyalist around Torrine he laid siege to the college as the last revolutionary holdout. Desperate the revolutionaries began to purge those who they believed to be traitors in the college, offering rations to those who could find these spies. Her friends in desperation and starvation turned her over, yet before the guards came to seize her one of them warned her. Faced with capture and death she choose to go out on her own terms. As the guards burst into the room she leaped from the window down into the ravines below. Yet death did not find her below instead a vast lake. Pulling herself onto the shore she lay there and realized the truth. That this horrid situation was her way out, that she finally had a chance to live the life she wanted. To not be defined by her family, her appearance, and her failures. She stood up and walked away, leaving everything behind.  Taking the name Enid Celia a humble human. As the years passed she found herself in Binea doing odd jobs here and there, serving in a tavern, working a farm, and evening ruining fruit for a merchant stand.