Aelira is a sturdy half-elf with well-defined muscles and soot-stained skin. Her hair is a deep, fiery red that often sparks with harmless static. She wears leather smithing aprons over fine travel clothes, and she often carries a small anvil-shaped pendant that glows faintly purple when she is stressed.

Boisterous and surprisingly earthy for a magic user. Aelira speaks with the bluntness of a tradesperson and finds more comfort in the heat of a forge than the silence of a library. She is fiercely protective of those she deems 'fragile' but has a reckless streak when she thinks a bit of chaos can solve a problem.

Aelira spent a decade apprentice to the finest blacksmiths in the city. She loved the logic of steel and the rhythm of the hammer. However, her latent magical bloodline was waiting for a spark. During the forging of a masterwork longsword for the city's High Marshal, the heat of the forge reached a critical point and Aelira's magic flared. A massive surge of purple lightning erupted from her hands, shattering the blade and throwing the Guild Master across the shop. The explosion blinded him in one eye and nearly leveled the building. The Guild of Ironworkers didn't care for her excuses. They stripped her of her membership and banned her from every forge in the province. Since that day, Aelira has been a wanderer, trying to understand the source of the chaotic energy that cost her her career. She uses her powers to help others, hoping that her good deeds will one day outweigh the destruction she caused back home. She still carries her tools, finding that the weight of a hammer helps her focus when the magic starts to hum too loudly in her veins.