Age: 107
Race: Wood Elf
Occupation: Forest Scout
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Personality: Brave, impulsive, free-spirited
Home Region: Valara, Aimhirghin Order
Powers/Abilities/Skills: Druid (preferred wild shapes: hawk, mountain lion)

Keeva was born deep within the Forests of Valara. Her parents, Cormac and Enara, were respected members of the Aimhirghin Order, a group of elven Druids that worshiped the goddess Ehlenestra. Keeva grew up in the order and became immersed in its teachings, though she always felt more of an affinity towards the goddess Chandrani, Ehlenestra’s wild-hearted sister.

Her role in the order was forest scout, joining patrols lead by the archdruid to keep the forest safe from necromancers and others that might try to do harm to the order. It was a job she took seriously and fulfilled with pride, assuming the form of a hawk or mountain lion to move stealthily through the trees.

No life can live forever and on the dawn of Keeva’s 107th birthday, her grandmother departed for the spiritual plane. In her passing, Keeva was given an ancient amulet handed down generation to generation. It came with a silver chain and a deep black crystal hanging as a pendant. It had been a sacred treasure to her grandmother, though it had remained put away in a carved wooden box for most of that time. Nobody could say for sure where the amulet had come from, but it seemed ancient, perhaps as old as the order itself. Keeva decided to wear the amulet to honor her deceased grandmother’s life, and continued to do so proudly.

One night she settled down to sleep in her hut and when she awoke she found herself hitting a hard floor. Disoriented, she looked around at her bright surroundings. She was somewhere she had never seen- a museum in Steam City with rows and rows of exhibits. Several had been smashed and glass littered the floor. The sound of handcuffs clicked behind her, and police sirens wailed in the distance.

Several officers were badly bruised and bleeding, and two more hauled her to her feet and brought her to the prison. She denied all charges and insisted she had no idea how she got to the museum or who assaulted the officers, but it didn’t matter. She still isn’t sure of what she did, but she knows that the blood on her knuckles isn’t hers...

Attempted robbery of a historical artifact. Four counts of assault and battery against police officers. One count of resisting arrest and obstruction of justice. She was in it for the long haul with no hope until trial.