Description:
The young Enlik is relatively short for a half elf, but fairly athletic thanks to a very active life. Her long, black hair is normally held in a single braid that flows from the base of her head, held with a couple ribbons. She usually dresses with traditional hongali garbs - finely embroidered wool cloaks and garments made to withstand the cold of the winter steppes, and while she has no particular preference on colors, the one she brought from home are mostly a mixture of red and black. On her neck, she always carries an old heirloom, a necklace of a tin butterfly representing Desna. On her back, she carries a quiver and her hornbow, one of the few gifts given to her by her father.
Arrow is usually by her side - a small steppe horse of chestnut cover. Enlik has embroidered him a simple ridding saddle made out of red wool.
Background:
In the deserted steppes of Hongal, a small tribe still survives in the fringes of the usually bellicose Tian-La. Still nomadic in tradition, and honoring the long held traditions, they gave hospitality to a traveling, and somewhat awkward young elf. The youngling was a curious sort, who was fascinated with the peoples from far away lands, despite the risks, and had used the wealth from his family to travel. He only remained with the tribe for a couple years, but in that sort span he fell in love with a hongal girl, and, from their union, Enlik was born.
The young half elf was a restless sort. Clever, inconstant like the wind, and a bit wild, unlike her father. From young age she showed skills for the arts, maybe due to her ascendancy, maybe due to a natural knack for it, but she preferred spending time hunting and scouting. However, her life wasn't easy, as while the Hongali give hospitality freely to travelers, they are less keen on the integration of outsiders, and although Enlik was of their blood, her elven lineage caused rejection.
She was eventually given to the sage of the tribe, to train and care as an acolyte. She grew learning to use her potential with the arcane arts, but never forgot her love for the hunt and the horse. Enlik would spend her days practicing and reading the complex rituals and formulas, along other apprentices, then would go with the young members of the tribe to hunt and forage at dusk. And, despite the alienation, she was happy.
By her twenty-fifth summer, however, her life turned around. Between her duties as an apprentice, her lineage, and her manners, she never married. When the sage died, his position was inherited by one of his disciples, who didn't have the same goodwill towards Enlik.