The Elven Exhile

You are an elf, a beautiful creature by nature... though a misunderstood one. An exhile of your own people. You'd dabbled in magic beyond the scope of your doctrine and worse lain with humans in your travels... Sins only if found out and unfortunately they were and so you lived at the edge of this human city as a 'mystic' or rather a pharmacist though you indulged in baser enjoyments after all what was the point in immortality if you couldn't enjoy yourself.

Many human's sought you out for your 'wares' potions and enchantments beyond human craftsmen ship. You made good coin in the process, and even embibed your own product from time to time. transfiguration tonics were all too fun, playing human for a time was certainly enjoyable but it was also a bit of fun to feel the world as a female... or even torment another human with such spells.

You weren't exactly the moral sort either and looking for a bit of fun you had something in the works for your next escape from the dreary crypt where you hid your laboratory and garden.