ok i havnt written anything in a long time.
so im sorry if its bad. i know it needs work.
this was going to be a character for an RP
but might just make a story out of it.
here i go...
(ill start with her appearance)

Her name is Grenather (pronounced Gren-ah-theer)
Her eyes are full black tinted purple, with long eyelashes at the outer corners
of her eyes, makes it hard for people to see what she is focusing on. Her hair is a vibrent purple with a few curls, usually kept in a loose updo. Her skin is a pale purple, her lips are naturally shiny black. She is quit short for her race. No visibal scars, however, she has one mark on her cheek in the shape of a star for some unknown reason. She often wears revealing clothing that fit like a glove, good for lurking, luring enemies, and moving swiftly in the night. Eyes and ears of an elf, horns and strength of a bapho.

Bio-Her mother was a a dark elf, father a Bapho knight. Their love was fround upon. Grenather was not allowd to attend any schools, so her mother taught her alchemy, languages, healing, and how to control her abilities. Her father taught her hand to hand combat, weaponry, geography, and stealth.
Grenather and her father often went hunting in the forest to improve her skills. Over time she grew tired of hunting wild boars, bears, wild cats. She thought she couldnt improve her abilites if she didnt pursue somthing bigger. One day her father decided it was time to take her to the cave. Wthin the cave dwelled a nine foot seven hundred pound cave troll. She defeated the troll with minor cuts and bruises. They took the beasts head home to show her mother her greatest victory.
Her mother was pleased with her accomplishment and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Grenather kissed her mother out of excitment. That would be the first and last time she succesfully preformed the kiss of death.
Days after her mothers death, Grenather went down to the river to wash clothes. upon returning home there was a orange glow in the woods. She dropped the basket and darted to the light. Her home was on fire and in front of the house was a pole sticking out of the ground, with her fathers head stuck on top. villagers went to the home looking for grenather. They wanted to kill her before she could kill anyone else. She wasnt there so they over powered her father, and left his head as a warning.
After many hours of greiving her fathers murder she gathered as many weapons as she could salvage. She left for the village in the middle of the night armed with her bag of metallic marbles, spiked whip, katana, bow, and a couple of daggers. She avenged her fathers death that night. She killed every man woman and child in the village.
She returned to the ruble and ash that was once her home. She didnt know what to do but to rumage through the ashes. She found an alchemy and spells book, and a little black box. She opened the box and out sprang a two foot black shadow. With it came a note. It was to be a birthday gift to her from her mother. It was a shadow spirit, to aid her on adventures. Grenather cried herself to sleep.
When she awoke the next morning she decided she shouldnt stay there anymore. She gathered all the things she could carry. She stopped by her mothers grave. She had burried her fathers head nest to it. She said a few words and shed a few tears. Her and her shadow spirit then left the ruins. She didnt know where they were going, just anywhere but there. ...

emm yeh. a work in progress. id like to add more to the story. like while her parents were alive, give it more depth, detail so that you can get a feel for their love as a family and such. this was based on my avi on gaia.