Physical Description

Timmain stands at 5'7 with long sparkling golden hair draping down her elegant back, tucked in to a plated pony tail that reaches down just past her rear. A golden tiara fitted with a ruby gem is settled upon the fair skin of her brow and a silver cloak etched with with golden runes flutters around her. Her armor consists of perfectly woven deep blue mithral that looks like a royal gown, it tucks up around her neck and the sleeves reach all the way to her wrists, it hugs to her form and splits at her waist draping down her legs in loose fitting trousers with a silver tabard draping down from her waist.

Portfolios

Timmain's portfolios have expanded over the eons of her existence. In the beginning she was a goddess of beauty, a believer in the fine arts and in the love of dance. She encouraged the creation of famous paintings and it was her love of perfection that lead the elves to become the famous crafters they are today. Magic and Swordplay also filled her portfolios as she was the most powerful caster of elven magic and the first to teach the ways to the elven people and forge the art of the sword dance. Later as time wore on Timmain grow bored of the world of Senkai and gathered the elven pantheon with the exception of her sister, who refused, and lead them to new worlds thus taking upon the portfolio of travel. It wasn't till the elven races where nearly wiped out Timmain became the feared Goddess of Vengeance.

Goals/Beliefs

No one shall ever harm an elf again without just cause and live to regret it. That is the true goal of Timmain,. eldest born of the elven gods.  Timmain saw herself as the protector of her people; when the Saalise attacked and slaughtered the pantheon she felt she had failed in her duty.  Unable to undo her failure, she would instead avenge there deaths. Timmain's current goal is the destruction of The Legion and she is carefully preparing for the final stand. She travels far and wide walking the various worlds of the multiverse searching for lost arcane secrets, artifacts of power, potential allies, and possible enemies of the elven pantheon. Timmain does not mind aiding others in noble causes, though she often asks that in return they should aid an elf should they ever meet one in need. She works hard to gather allies whilst calculatingly watching her enemies.

Ways of the Church

The church of Timmain has many view points within it.  Less able members often focus on the arts and crafts, creating wonderful designs and sometimes even weapons and armor in her name.  The more able normally learn the ways of magic and swordplay, training as Eldritch Knights, and then take to the road traveling the elven lands, defending the weak, avenging wrong doings and occasionally banding together to take the fight to the enemy. Whereas the church of Aev'ilis are a bunch of assassins and spies, the warriors of Timmain are the front of line any elven army. Timmain on a lighter note is also worshipped as the patron god of travels; her name often being called upon for safety on a long journey.

Favored Weapons

Like her sister, Timmain holds two weapons dear to her. One is Silvanus, her mighty dark wood longbow that fires arrows of brilliant energy.  The other is her long sword Archelus a glistening blue blade of mithral engraved with eldritch runes that seems to literally cut the air before it.

Known History

First Born of the Elven Gods Timmain was the first to learn of many of their godly powers.  She created the first of the elven races, taking to tantalizing forests of Senkai. Later she taught the ways of creation to her siblings and the elven races flourished.

Sensing the growing hostility of the other races on Senkai, Timmain decided it better to simply abandon the ancient world. She talked with her brothers and sisters and they all agreed to leave for new worlds, except for Aev'ilis who saw Senkai as there home. Though it pained her to leave her youngest sister, Timmain could not forever stave off her wanderlust for the stars and she led her people into the void.

After traveling through various worlds and galaxies her family finally found a system of there own. They claimed a total of seven worlds with two gods apiece. It was a time of peace and prosperity; the elven races excelled in dance and art, and the written crafts such as poetry and literature flourished. Then from the void came the armies of the Saalise. They struck without warning, there numbers seemingly almost limitless as armies of slave races swarmed into the elven worlds through planar gates. The peaceful elves where caught off guard and slaughter in the millions. Swiftly the Pantheon united and prepared the retreat.  Timmain called for her sister Aev'ilis to help and yet she did not come in there darkest hour.

The armies of the Saal warlord Dis'saaleies swarmed forward as the elven races retreated through magical gates many heading back to Senkai. The pantheon stayed behind to ensure that the elves both had enough time to make it and that they where not followed. What happened next was probably one of the most greatest battles for sheer odds in the multiverse as the Number 1 Army of the Saalise empire charged forth into the ranks of a handful of elven gods. Spells riddled the world as the deities fought on sword and spell, until only two remained, Timmain and Dis'saaleies. What happened next was to seal the fate of the Saalise empire. Timmain and Dis'saaleies clashed one last time and only Timmain walked away.

Timmain did not follow her children.  Caught up in the grief at the loss of her family she swore eternal vengeance on the Saalise empire.  She traveled the void learning of there power, there strength and there enemies. On one world she helped a group of Draconian against them on another she freed a captive Eldur Maugi who took her to her people. She told them her tale and they agreed the Saal had to be stopped. The Eldur Maugi took form Timmain shards of her fallen siblings power and forged them together into the Scepter of Elements. It was Timmain who formed the battle plan, a bold move to cut off the serpents head.

The Saalise never knew what hit them. Still confused at the lost of there first army, the Lesser Houses made a play for power. The leadership was in anarchy when the unthinkable happened: the home world was attacked. The slave races rebelled against the masters and dragons swarmed the sky and ancient spells collided with unimagined psionic power. As Sora Skyrider uttered the incantation of the forbidden arts, the fabled Rain of Colorless Fire, Timmain took to her defense.  Hundreds of Saal rushed to stop the building power of the spell and with a speed and grace forged only in the fires of battle Timmain moved to intercept them.  In an instant the mighty Saalise empire was leveled to the ground.

Vengeance at last fulfilled she bid farewell to the Eldur Maugi and returned to view her races on Senkai. She found to her horror her sister Aev'ilis's race was raiding the high elves; however when Aev'ilis informed her of the Legion rage filled her blood again. With her instructions the high elves joined at last with the Nether elves and the Legion was held back time and again.

It was the undead plague that was there undoing:  the vampires had claimed too many elven warriors and Timmain and Aev'ilis had only just driven them back when the Legion struck. It was evident by the numbers that the Legion had sent everything it had.  The weakened elven troops never had a chance, the front lines buckled and only minutes later the enemy was swarming the city streets. What's more, the dwarven gods Bazreal and Asrifel were leading the charge and form the back the Tyrant god Sir Morital himself was instructing the troops.

Everything seemed lost, there was only one chance, one hope of victory in Timmain's eyes. The entire battle paused with her next action and they stood in disbelief as Timmain draw her rune blade and with her loudest battle cry charged the undefeated war god, the massively powerful Sir Mortial. The speed and focus of her attacks was staggering,  and the giant of a man struggled to parry her flurrying blows his huge zweihander sword. Timmain drove him all the way out of the city to the edge of the forest in a final attempt to break the legion.  It was like suddenly hitting a brick wall, Sir Morital had recovered from his surprise and all of a sudden it was Timmain who found herself on the defensive as she dodged and weaved around the earth shattering blows of Sir Mortial's blade.

Timmain's blade would smash several times against Sir Mortial's before it would be replied with a thunder clapping return blow that would send the goddess reeling. Neither god had meet such a challenge before.  Timmain could not believe the strength and power of this beast and Sir Morital begrudgingly could not deny her speed. In desperation Timmain reached for her secret weapon the Scepter of Elements... but it wasn't there! Horror filled her eyes for just a second and it was the only clue Sir Morital needed, with a mere split second to spare Timmain barley raised her blade to parry the death blow, the strength of the hitting smashed to the ground with her own blade inches form her throat, her arms shock violently as she tried to hold back Sir Mortial's strike.

That's when the explosion happened, the shock hit violently and then the explosion ripped through the air, a high pitched squeal that made the blood run cold filled the air followed by Asrifel's scream of anger. As the ground shook Timman's foot slammed into the side of Sir Mortial's knee.  The deity wobbled stumbling back as Timmain with a final surge of strength knocked his blade aside and leaped off the ground with a spinning twirl slash for his neck. Sir Mortial leant backwards throwing himself away from the blade as it just nicked his face cutting a small scar across his right check and over this throat.  Though the wound was minor Sir Morital realized just how close to death he had came....

The two deities stood facing face other bother panting and gasping for breath, neither no longer willing break eye contact with the other for a second... then Timmain heard Asrifels footsteps coming towards her and Aev'ilis voice calling her form the forests, she ran... and Sir Morital did not follow.

Timmain's rage at her sister for stealing her scepter that nearly cost her life, and in fact did cause the destruction of the high elven capital, was immense. She would not attack her sister, but neither would she tolerate her presence. Timmain turned her back upon her sister and led the remainder of the high elves to safety.