Post by Aranor on Jun 22, 2007 10:01:40 GMT
Full Name: Aranor Aenarion
Age: Fourty Nine
Gender: Female
Race: Dark Elf
Appearance: In the past, her hair was a dark brownish black, but over recent years, due to her old affliction, it developed a darker tone, and now she bears hair as black as the wing of a raven, a shining blue tone under the light, similar to that of her ex-counterpart Darcia. Long and thick, it falls all of the way down of her back, stopping at the top of her thighs, although it is often tied back in the way in a high pony tail that leaves her face exposed and keeps it from getting in the way.
Her eyes have changed a lot in the last years, although they were blinded by her brother Tullaris, in the past years, she has gained something. Her left eye is red, blinded and unusable, she cannot use that eye at all, although it moves as the other does, as if to focus on a person, although unnervingly it seems to look through them. The right eye is usually covered by a headband, but beneath this, the eye is of a dark, midnight blue, and ironically, it has gained some of it’s sight back, however using this eye exhausts her somewhat and gives her pain so usually it remains covered, unless in times of need.
Her skin is still pale, unmarked apart from the faintest of scars across her back, although barely visible, the marks of two arrows when she was retreating from a fight, and something she regrets deeply, as if they mark her cowardice. The pale white marks are not much more than lines where the arrowhead pierced her skin, and they are no longer raised as they once were, now smooth and barely noticeable.
Her elegant figure is emphasised by gentle curves and a reasonably tall height, something along the lines of 5”9, perhaps a little taller, sometimes heightened by the healed shoes she tends to wear, even while fighting. The clothes she wears are usually in dark colours, blacks and very dark reds, and usually held together by a variety of studs, chains and leather attachments, looking far from casual.
Skills/Strengths: Aranor, as one can expect after many years training and fighting, is an unbelievable warrior, her skill with blades surpasses most others and in recent years she has worked to develop that skill for direct combat. She is highly agile, and her daemonic vision that she uses, is impervious to glamour or deceit.
On top of this, she is able to utilise the skills of her once companion Darcia, for when they merged she gained his knowledge, although the remnant of it is still unavailable, she has also been granted some of his magical power that she so sought.
Weaknesses: Her main weakness is her blindness, although she still has the sight granted to her by a demon spell, she can detect magic and life force, however it is difficult to detect inanimate objects, and throwing knives and other projectiles are a large downfall for her, without her right eye, she finds them very difficult to detect.
Also, she still has a nature that makes it hard for her to find friends, she is disconnected, even worse when the release of hormones that a fight brings kick in. In the past, she has been known, when in this state, and antagonised by Darcia, to kill a person she cared for, but she blanks that from her life now.
After many betrayals in her life, she finds it difficult to trust people around her, she might be civil and seemingly kind but she is unlikely to fall for another, or indeed allow herself to accept the help from other people, frightened that she will be betrayed again.
Likes: She has a fondness for reading, particularly in the last few years, she has developed a taste for sitting inside in front of a fire with a book at nights when she cannot sleep, she still has some problems sleeping and this relaxes her, particularly when her trusted companion sits by her side.
Dislikes: She has some problems sleeping, and hates warm nights, as they make her even more restless, often meaning that she gets up and goes for long walks to wear herself out. She also hates overbearing people and those that break their words.
Background: Aranor never knew her parents, and after a rather traumatic birth, her mother was forced to relinquish the daughter she had struggled to keep. Her father has been cold and firm on this fact, they could not keep the child, and they could not see her. But they were not cruel people, they did not leave her in the cold outside to die, instead, they did as they had originally planned to long ago with their first, and placed her in a fighting school.
The school was miles beyond her home, and she was given no information about her parents or her past, she did not know that her mother and father claimed there had been a miscarriage, and that the child was lost, it would have turned her stomach. From a very early age, she was brought up with an acceptance of fighting, watching the other older members sparring against one another in the gyms.
She spent the first five years of her life simply watching, as if living through others. She was not a troubling child, she did not cry often when she was very young, she was quiet and seemingly quite intelligent, learning to walk and talk very quickly, although some of the words she came out with were not appropriate for such a young child.
When she turned six, she was allowed to enter the ranks of the students, starting her classes and training to become a skilled fighter or assassin as the others did. And indeed, it was obvious that she was skilled from the very beginning, those five years of watching had done her good, she instinctively saw how to move and act, and although she did not have much strength, she was speedy, and could take on those of several years above her, and still win.
Some of the higher trainers and the master of the school acknowledged her skill, the only man that knew her origins, and he sent messages to her parents about how well she performed. In return he received the schooling fees and letters declaring he was not to allow her to leave of her own accord. But she never asked to, and continued her education, contented here for some years.
It was in the school that she had met a young man named Yasashiku Kaima, also training here, and over the time in school, they formed a strong friendship, but this was tested by another gentleman.
Darcia, he was not a student of the school, but had started to visit while Aranor trained there. She was no longer in lessons, yet she still trained and fulfilled gory and often repulsive killing contracts that they provided her with, although she saw little of the money earned herself, most of it given over to the academy. Darcia spoke with Aranor at length on his visits and they became firm friends, and she often asked to leave that she might see him outside of the walls.
But every time she asked, she was denied, and still she lay trapped within the academy, and began to loathe the teachers and those around her, blaming them for not letting her go. Yet again, Darcia had spoken to her at length, and this time, asked that she might leave with him, that she would come and aid the rather famous fighter, although she knew little of him from the outside world.
It was after some weeks of asking that she agreed, and allowed Darcia to help her leave the academy that had been her prison for so long. She escaped with him, and stood by his side, aiding him in battle.
It was then that they developed a relationship more than friendship, and something inside her told her she cared for this man more than any other she had known, it made it all the harder to fight with him, worried that he would be injured, sometimes panicking a little if the foe looked even remotely strong.
But that was not what caused the damage to their relationship, it began that Darcia became protective over Aranor, he would shield attacks she could dodge in fights, he would glare at anyone that spoke to her, and she began to understand his obsession for control. In fights, he would make sure things went his way, and it seemed that he wished for that in all aspects of life, although he did not realise this.
It was stress and anger that drove them apart then, she began to shy away and he became angry and it was then that she left him, on bad terms. She longed for his help in a matter she had just discovered, but her pride would not allow her to back down, and she had to face the fact that her family was killed on her own, what was worse, she found, was that they were killed by her own brother.
After visiting her home, she heard rumours of the man Tullaris, who bore her surname and it was that she followed on his lead, which took her to Chepi. There she met her brother in a harsh fight, showing how badly their relationship started. Although they tried for some time, almost everything ended in fights, and it was that in a fight protecting someone, he blinded her, taking vision from her eyes with her friend’s poisoned daggers.
But she was given a second chance, the daemon whose daggers they had been, conducted a spell, giving her a sight that she could not understand. Physical forms seemed grey and barely visible, she found it hard to recognise features, but what she could see, astounded her. Magical energy in the air and around people distinguished each grey, out of focus form from another. She could see auras that bore different colours depending on the person’s feelings and personality.
This sight, she soon found, was immune to glamour or deception, although she had sacrificed more than she had gained. It was on a wander through the deep forests in Chepi that she felt something looking for her, straying from the path she found herself in the centre of a large clearing, on her own, and she sat, waiting, as if answering the call of another.
It was Darcia, he had been fighting, looking for her at the time, and had been ambushed by a group of over ten men, although he did not die, he was maimed brutally, and his body, unable to cope, fell into a coma. This was how he was able to contact her, his consciousness finding her own, and asking that he might reside in her mind so that they could save his own body, he would die otherwise.
Of course, Aranor accepted and allowed him entrance to her mind and thoughts, unaware that she made an unbreakable bond at that moment. Darcia’s own mind attached with hers, and brought a great conflict. He found that he was able to ‘possess’ her body, in which it would change physically to show his own appearance, should he wish it to. This was rather unexpected, but he used this to the full, his own power stronger than Aranor, overpowering her to take control.
It became hard again for the two to work together, and it was in a fit of rage, that Aranor found a way to give Darcia a new body. He tried to transfer his soul across, but the body died of shock, and he found himself yet again with Aranor.
They tried this several times, and each time the body died, it seemed impossible that she could find him a new place to live outside of her own, and she found herself more and more connected to him, each time, the body he tried to possess dying in less and less time. She was not aware of it, but it was because their consciousnesses were merging into one.
When Aranor and her brother made up, she was given a great gift, she was made a leader in Dagon Ur, the dark elf village, and she was given the dog that still stands by her side now, Alexios. But there was another thing she didn’t think her brother approved of, and that was the bond that she could only call love that had developed between her and another aid of Tullaris, Elesin. The assassin knew some of the pains she held, and she found herself falling for someone, in a way she said she would never let happen, only to be broken hearted when he left to seek solitude, although she did not know where.
Thinking that he had gone for good, she began to rely upon the only two she felt still there for her, Alexios and Darcia, but her reliance on Darcia had become less conscious, they often shared the same thoughts, agreeing more, and she found herself starting to change. It was only when someone pointed out what seemed to be happening to her that she realised, Darcia’s mind had partially merged with her own, although they were two separate personalities, they were impossible to break apart now, the line between them so blurred.
In an attempt to save her own sense of self, she began to research methods of preservation against intruding forces, and found something. It was an old tome that told that she must confront the one inside her and establish a mastership. This was something she found nearly impossible as she still cared for Darcia, but her self-preservation came first.
A mental battle ensued, her body motionless in something like a coma for over a week, but when she awoke, she awoke victorious. But in this battle, she had merged more, and even her physical appearance and skills had changed. She found that she had a single blue eye (the right) which was no longer blind, but using this eye for long periods brought pain, blackouts and also awoke the sleeping mind of Darcia that she had defeated.
Her hair colour was no longer the dark brown, but a glossy blue black as Darcia’s had been, her own hands and nails just as well manicured as his always looked, and she found she had the urge to look after them. Her taste in foods changed, she developed a like for red wine and venison and found that she was exceptionally skilled with some of the magics Darcia had used although yet again, she found that using them caused stirring in the unconscious Darcia. From time to time he would awake and take over fully, and she could call him to do so, but again, afterwards he would fall into a sleepy stupor and into the depths of unconsciousness again, and she found that she could manage like this.
All of this time she worked with her dear friend Alexios, giving to him, something that had once been Darcia’s, for he knew of the man that possessed Aranor sometimes, and responded to his commands in the same. A blue pendant was given to the great animal to wear on a leather thong around his huge neck.
Other:
Alexios
Age: 15
Personality: The great animal is highly protective over Aranor after their long relationship together and it serves to protect her in any way it can. In turn it demands some respect from her. With most people, it appears somewhat aloof, although willing enough to bear a hand stroking the thick fur, if provided.
The dog is highly intelligent too, and seems to understand the words spoken to it although it has some distaste to be being treated as a child, or an idiot. It is not wise to get on the bad side of this loyal animal, a good judge of character by smell and body language, it gives warnings to Aranor about the intent of the people she meets.
Strengths: The senses of the animal are second to none, able to track down the chosen target in a variety of ways, over miles. The intelligence and strength it displays is something more than animal, although Aranor does not care to explain it to those around her.
The beast does not often leave her side, unless it is asked to, but she does not make it stay, he stays of his own free will, and does things of his own free will, making him far more deadly and lethal than any other animal that might turn on their owners. He is able to use sounds to alert the blinded Aranor to dangers, movements and obstacles, and acts somewhat like a guide dog for her.
Weaknesses: Because the animal is protective of Aranor, it often is overly cautious, and has the habit of keeping those that are not a danger, still at a distance. Also, it goes for walks on it’s own, should the mood take it, and it might wander quite a way, leaving Aranor on her own.
The immense dog also finds it difficult in very high temperatures, the thick coat being heavy and making the poor animal exhausted should it become too hot he will simply lie down in an attempt to cool off, and is little use.
Little Details
Parents: Deceased
Siblings: Tullaris Aenarion
Birthday: 19th April
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Offspring: None
Education: Trained in a assassins school for 37 years
Occupation: Mercenary
Worst Habits: Ignoring foolish comments
Tattoos, scars, piercings: Her left eye is blinded and has a red iris, she also has two small white marks on her back where she was pierced by arrows. On each ear she has three piercings and on the right, she has a fourth at the top.
Speech: Polite and quite formal, she tends to talk around the subject if she feels uncomfortable, but also has the bad habit of simply ignoring stupid comments.
Handwriting: Long and curved, slender if a little messy in italics.
Worst Fear: Being betrayed and the death of Alexios
Favourites
Food: Venison
Colour: Blue
Music: Violin
Weapons: She uses a variety of small daggers and knives as well as a single sword, although she does not often draw it. The great beast that follows her side is also a great weapon, but she does not count it as part of her arsenal.
Drink: Water
Place: Waterfall
Season: Spring
Past time: Going for long walks
Questions
Fallen in love? Yes
Believe in love at first sight? No
Sacrifice their life for a friend? Yes, depending on who they were and how close they were.
Sacrifice their life for a stranger? No
Would/has killed? Yes
Regretted it? Only recently
Conduct Illegal past times? Yes
Been arrested? Yes
Gets Embarrassed? No
Takes Compliments well? Depends who from
Has a diary? No
Night owl or day person? Day person
Early riser or prefers to lie in? Early Riser
Evasive or open? Evasive
Ever indulged in tripping over a small child? Yes. ((=P))
{{May add more information about Alexios as his section seems a little lacking}}
Age: Fourty Nine
Gender: Female
Race: Dark Elf
Appearance: In the past, her hair was a dark brownish black, but over recent years, due to her old affliction, it developed a darker tone, and now she bears hair as black as the wing of a raven, a shining blue tone under the light, similar to that of her ex-counterpart Darcia. Long and thick, it falls all of the way down of her back, stopping at the top of her thighs, although it is often tied back in the way in a high pony tail that leaves her face exposed and keeps it from getting in the way.
Her eyes have changed a lot in the last years, although they were blinded by her brother Tullaris, in the past years, she has gained something. Her left eye is red, blinded and unusable, she cannot use that eye at all, although it moves as the other does, as if to focus on a person, although unnervingly it seems to look through them. The right eye is usually covered by a headband, but beneath this, the eye is of a dark, midnight blue, and ironically, it has gained some of it’s sight back, however using this eye exhausts her somewhat and gives her pain so usually it remains covered, unless in times of need.
Her skin is still pale, unmarked apart from the faintest of scars across her back, although barely visible, the marks of two arrows when she was retreating from a fight, and something she regrets deeply, as if they mark her cowardice. The pale white marks are not much more than lines where the arrowhead pierced her skin, and they are no longer raised as they once were, now smooth and barely noticeable.
Her elegant figure is emphasised by gentle curves and a reasonably tall height, something along the lines of 5”9, perhaps a little taller, sometimes heightened by the healed shoes she tends to wear, even while fighting. The clothes she wears are usually in dark colours, blacks and very dark reds, and usually held together by a variety of studs, chains and leather attachments, looking far from casual.
Skills/Strengths: Aranor, as one can expect after many years training and fighting, is an unbelievable warrior, her skill with blades surpasses most others and in recent years she has worked to develop that skill for direct combat. She is highly agile, and her daemonic vision that she uses, is impervious to glamour or deceit.
On top of this, she is able to utilise the skills of her once companion Darcia, for when they merged she gained his knowledge, although the remnant of it is still unavailable, she has also been granted some of his magical power that she so sought.
Weaknesses: Her main weakness is her blindness, although she still has the sight granted to her by a demon spell, she can detect magic and life force, however it is difficult to detect inanimate objects, and throwing knives and other projectiles are a large downfall for her, without her right eye, she finds them very difficult to detect.
Also, she still has a nature that makes it hard for her to find friends, she is disconnected, even worse when the release of hormones that a fight brings kick in. In the past, she has been known, when in this state, and antagonised by Darcia, to kill a person she cared for, but she blanks that from her life now.
After many betrayals in her life, she finds it difficult to trust people around her, she might be civil and seemingly kind but she is unlikely to fall for another, or indeed allow herself to accept the help from other people, frightened that she will be betrayed again.
Likes: She has a fondness for reading, particularly in the last few years, she has developed a taste for sitting inside in front of a fire with a book at nights when she cannot sleep, she still has some problems sleeping and this relaxes her, particularly when her trusted companion sits by her side.
Dislikes: She has some problems sleeping, and hates warm nights, as they make her even more restless, often meaning that she gets up and goes for long walks to wear herself out. She also hates overbearing people and those that break their words.
Background: Aranor never knew her parents, and after a rather traumatic birth, her mother was forced to relinquish the daughter she had struggled to keep. Her father has been cold and firm on this fact, they could not keep the child, and they could not see her. But they were not cruel people, they did not leave her in the cold outside to die, instead, they did as they had originally planned to long ago with their first, and placed her in a fighting school.
The school was miles beyond her home, and she was given no information about her parents or her past, she did not know that her mother and father claimed there had been a miscarriage, and that the child was lost, it would have turned her stomach. From a very early age, she was brought up with an acceptance of fighting, watching the other older members sparring against one another in the gyms.
She spent the first five years of her life simply watching, as if living through others. She was not a troubling child, she did not cry often when she was very young, she was quiet and seemingly quite intelligent, learning to walk and talk very quickly, although some of the words she came out with were not appropriate for such a young child.
When she turned six, she was allowed to enter the ranks of the students, starting her classes and training to become a skilled fighter or assassin as the others did. And indeed, it was obvious that she was skilled from the very beginning, those five years of watching had done her good, she instinctively saw how to move and act, and although she did not have much strength, she was speedy, and could take on those of several years above her, and still win.
Some of the higher trainers and the master of the school acknowledged her skill, the only man that knew her origins, and he sent messages to her parents about how well she performed. In return he received the schooling fees and letters declaring he was not to allow her to leave of her own accord. But she never asked to, and continued her education, contented here for some years.
It was in the school that she had met a young man named Yasashiku Kaima, also training here, and over the time in school, they formed a strong friendship, but this was tested by another gentleman.
Darcia, he was not a student of the school, but had started to visit while Aranor trained there. She was no longer in lessons, yet she still trained and fulfilled gory and often repulsive killing contracts that they provided her with, although she saw little of the money earned herself, most of it given over to the academy. Darcia spoke with Aranor at length on his visits and they became firm friends, and she often asked to leave that she might see him outside of the walls.
But every time she asked, she was denied, and still she lay trapped within the academy, and began to loathe the teachers and those around her, blaming them for not letting her go. Yet again, Darcia had spoken to her at length, and this time, asked that she might leave with him, that she would come and aid the rather famous fighter, although she knew little of him from the outside world.
It was after some weeks of asking that she agreed, and allowed Darcia to help her leave the academy that had been her prison for so long. She escaped with him, and stood by his side, aiding him in battle.
It was then that they developed a relationship more than friendship, and something inside her told her she cared for this man more than any other she had known, it made it all the harder to fight with him, worried that he would be injured, sometimes panicking a little if the foe looked even remotely strong.
But that was not what caused the damage to their relationship, it began that Darcia became protective over Aranor, he would shield attacks she could dodge in fights, he would glare at anyone that spoke to her, and she began to understand his obsession for control. In fights, he would make sure things went his way, and it seemed that he wished for that in all aspects of life, although he did not realise this.
It was stress and anger that drove them apart then, she began to shy away and he became angry and it was then that she left him, on bad terms. She longed for his help in a matter she had just discovered, but her pride would not allow her to back down, and she had to face the fact that her family was killed on her own, what was worse, she found, was that they were killed by her own brother.
After visiting her home, she heard rumours of the man Tullaris, who bore her surname and it was that she followed on his lead, which took her to Chepi. There she met her brother in a harsh fight, showing how badly their relationship started. Although they tried for some time, almost everything ended in fights, and it was that in a fight protecting someone, he blinded her, taking vision from her eyes with her friend’s poisoned daggers.
But she was given a second chance, the daemon whose daggers they had been, conducted a spell, giving her a sight that she could not understand. Physical forms seemed grey and barely visible, she found it hard to recognise features, but what she could see, astounded her. Magical energy in the air and around people distinguished each grey, out of focus form from another. She could see auras that bore different colours depending on the person’s feelings and personality.
This sight, she soon found, was immune to glamour or deception, although she had sacrificed more than she had gained. It was on a wander through the deep forests in Chepi that she felt something looking for her, straying from the path she found herself in the centre of a large clearing, on her own, and she sat, waiting, as if answering the call of another.
It was Darcia, he had been fighting, looking for her at the time, and had been ambushed by a group of over ten men, although he did not die, he was maimed brutally, and his body, unable to cope, fell into a coma. This was how he was able to contact her, his consciousness finding her own, and asking that he might reside in her mind so that they could save his own body, he would die otherwise.
Of course, Aranor accepted and allowed him entrance to her mind and thoughts, unaware that she made an unbreakable bond at that moment. Darcia’s own mind attached with hers, and brought a great conflict. He found that he was able to ‘possess’ her body, in which it would change physically to show his own appearance, should he wish it to. This was rather unexpected, but he used this to the full, his own power stronger than Aranor, overpowering her to take control.
It became hard again for the two to work together, and it was in a fit of rage, that Aranor found a way to give Darcia a new body. He tried to transfer his soul across, but the body died of shock, and he found himself yet again with Aranor.
They tried this several times, and each time the body died, it seemed impossible that she could find him a new place to live outside of her own, and she found herself more and more connected to him, each time, the body he tried to possess dying in less and less time. She was not aware of it, but it was because their consciousnesses were merging into one.
When Aranor and her brother made up, she was given a great gift, she was made a leader in Dagon Ur, the dark elf village, and she was given the dog that still stands by her side now, Alexios. But there was another thing she didn’t think her brother approved of, and that was the bond that she could only call love that had developed between her and another aid of Tullaris, Elesin. The assassin knew some of the pains she held, and she found herself falling for someone, in a way she said she would never let happen, only to be broken hearted when he left to seek solitude, although she did not know where.
Thinking that he had gone for good, she began to rely upon the only two she felt still there for her, Alexios and Darcia, but her reliance on Darcia had become less conscious, they often shared the same thoughts, agreeing more, and she found herself starting to change. It was only when someone pointed out what seemed to be happening to her that she realised, Darcia’s mind had partially merged with her own, although they were two separate personalities, they were impossible to break apart now, the line between them so blurred.
In an attempt to save her own sense of self, she began to research methods of preservation against intruding forces, and found something. It was an old tome that told that she must confront the one inside her and establish a mastership. This was something she found nearly impossible as she still cared for Darcia, but her self-preservation came first.
A mental battle ensued, her body motionless in something like a coma for over a week, but when she awoke, she awoke victorious. But in this battle, she had merged more, and even her physical appearance and skills had changed. She found that she had a single blue eye (the right) which was no longer blind, but using this eye for long periods brought pain, blackouts and also awoke the sleeping mind of Darcia that she had defeated.
Her hair colour was no longer the dark brown, but a glossy blue black as Darcia’s had been, her own hands and nails just as well manicured as his always looked, and she found she had the urge to look after them. Her taste in foods changed, she developed a like for red wine and venison and found that she was exceptionally skilled with some of the magics Darcia had used although yet again, she found that using them caused stirring in the unconscious Darcia. From time to time he would awake and take over fully, and she could call him to do so, but again, afterwards he would fall into a sleepy stupor and into the depths of unconsciousness again, and she found that she could manage like this.
All of this time she worked with her dear friend Alexios, giving to him, something that had once been Darcia’s, for he knew of the man that possessed Aranor sometimes, and responded to his commands in the same. A blue pendant was given to the great animal to wear on a leather thong around his huge neck.
Other:
Alexios
Age: 15
Personality: The great animal is highly protective over Aranor after their long relationship together and it serves to protect her in any way it can. In turn it demands some respect from her. With most people, it appears somewhat aloof, although willing enough to bear a hand stroking the thick fur, if provided.
The dog is highly intelligent too, and seems to understand the words spoken to it although it has some distaste to be being treated as a child, or an idiot. It is not wise to get on the bad side of this loyal animal, a good judge of character by smell and body language, it gives warnings to Aranor about the intent of the people she meets.
Strengths: The senses of the animal are second to none, able to track down the chosen target in a variety of ways, over miles. The intelligence and strength it displays is something more than animal, although Aranor does not care to explain it to those around her.
The beast does not often leave her side, unless it is asked to, but she does not make it stay, he stays of his own free will, and does things of his own free will, making him far more deadly and lethal than any other animal that might turn on their owners. He is able to use sounds to alert the blinded Aranor to dangers, movements and obstacles, and acts somewhat like a guide dog for her.
Weaknesses: Because the animal is protective of Aranor, it often is overly cautious, and has the habit of keeping those that are not a danger, still at a distance. Also, it goes for walks on it’s own, should the mood take it, and it might wander quite a way, leaving Aranor on her own.
The immense dog also finds it difficult in very high temperatures, the thick coat being heavy and making the poor animal exhausted should it become too hot he will simply lie down in an attempt to cool off, and is little use.
Little Details
Parents: Deceased
Siblings: Tullaris Aenarion
Birthday: 19th April
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Offspring: None
Education: Trained in a assassins school for 37 years
Occupation: Mercenary
Worst Habits: Ignoring foolish comments
Tattoos, scars, piercings: Her left eye is blinded and has a red iris, she also has two small white marks on her back where she was pierced by arrows. On each ear she has three piercings and on the right, she has a fourth at the top.
Speech: Polite and quite formal, she tends to talk around the subject if she feels uncomfortable, but also has the bad habit of simply ignoring stupid comments.
Handwriting: Long and curved, slender if a little messy in italics.
Worst Fear: Being betrayed and the death of Alexios
Favourites
Food: Venison
Colour: Blue
Music: Violin
Weapons: She uses a variety of small daggers and knives as well as a single sword, although she does not often draw it. The great beast that follows her side is also a great weapon, but she does not count it as part of her arsenal.
Drink: Water
Place: Waterfall
Season: Spring
Past time: Going for long walks
Questions
Fallen in love? Yes
Believe in love at first sight? No
Sacrifice their life for a friend? Yes, depending on who they were and how close they were.
Sacrifice their life for a stranger? No
Would/has killed? Yes
Regretted it? Only recently
Conduct Illegal past times? Yes
Been arrested? Yes
Gets Embarrassed? No
Takes Compliments well? Depends who from
Has a diary? No
Night owl or day person? Day person
Early riser or prefers to lie in? Early Riser
Evasive or open? Evasive
Ever indulged in tripping over a small child? Yes. ((=P))
{{May add more information about Alexios as his section seems a little lacking}}