Aeslith was a foundling. a child cast aside by whoever brought her into this world. It was only by strange circumstance that she was found, even stranger that she was found by something sympathetic to her plight. Her mother, or at least the woman that was all things a mother should be, is an Elven bard. Though her talents lent away from the creation of song and poem and went much further into rhythm and dance. She trained the young girl in her charge in those self same movements, instilling in her an absolute love of dancing and music.

The young girl, though, would not stay small forever. What was once believed to be naught but a human child grew tall and strong. As she went through puberty her height exploded to where it is now. Aeslith stands tall at seven and a half feet. Her steps are loud upon the ground as her dense bulk impresses itself upon reality. What is more fascinating, though, beyond her red-brown hair and brilliant yellow eyes, is the the vertical nature of her pupils and the dark, rough marks on her forearms and shins.

Despite her size, she is fast. She runs quite a lot and is known to outrun beasts of burden. Few can keep up with her when she chooses to leave them in her dust.

Unfortunately, her mother disappeared from her life a few years ago. Caught up in her search for the older woman, Aeslith wandered until she found herself in the town of Torrine.