Glyph Runecaster

Reader of Lady Fortune's Runes

A half-elf, half-human crossbreed born into a full blood Elven village, Glyph was outcast from the beginning. She was ridiculed for her mahogany locks and eyes, called ugly by the fair-hair, blue-eyed elven children and fat because her built was stockier than her thin-boned neighbors. After suffering 12 years, when her mother committed suicide for her sin, she fled, ending up alone and starving on a human city's streets. Begging for a living didn't agree with her - on a cold winter's day when she was 16, she collapsed on the stairs of a small, out-of-the-way temple in a corner of the city, knowing her life was at an end.
But lo! It wasn't! For out of the grayness that enshrouded her head spoke forth a golden voice, and a pair of gentle hands reached out to lift her. Two priestesses carried her into the chapel, laying her out upon a golden altar, where Glyph first met her Lady. Fortune gave her a choice - if she wished, she could join the circle of Runecasters, who would teach her the art of predicting events of the future and how to keep herself. Amazed at such a beautuous lady, Glyph agreed, and accepted the name Glyph as her own.
For three years she was taught by the preists and priestesses before she was allowed out to wander of her own accord, which she does now, spreading her Lady's knowledge where she feels it is needed, using an ancient wisdom to guide her footsteps. Known as an eccentric, she is hard to forget.. visions of her slightly pointed eartips, one pierced with a dangling silver feather and merry brown eyes, over which one is painted a blue rune, the symbol of her runic nature, dance in the minds of whomever she encounters, seemingly too wise for one so young...