Shoi's Profile

[Shoi 173]

Shoi

Age: 195

Gender: Female

Race: Elf

Status: It's Complicated

Description

Height: 5'2"

Weight: 100 lbs

Body Type: Hourglass

Eyes: Aqua

Hair: White laced with silvery gray

Skin: Porcine pale

Markings/Tattoos: Black Dragon scar across her back, right arm, and chest.

Health: Healthy

Inventory: Leather bounded book

Personality:Extremely curious, often taken as shy. She is quite and takes in details before speaking. Often avoids confrontations. Often acts motherly and kind.

Life Style

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Deity: Aeriel (Currently)

Alliance/Nation/Home None

Job/Class: Ex-Ascended Preceptor

Profession(s): Healer

Special Skill(s): Herbalist, Cooking, Farming

Flaw(s): Tries to save all, even the wicked. Soft spot for others weaknesses.

Magic

Current Status: Silenced

Weaponry

Archery: Amateur

Scimitar: Journeymen

Daggers: Journeymen

Biography

Parents: Arathyn [Father Deceased], Mizuki [Mother Deceased]

Sibling(s): Considers Aleryn and Urasept

Children: Latsi [Adopted Son], Arathyn the II, Danur [step son], Tara [Adopted Daughter]

Pet(s): Buster the Wolf

History

Childhood Memory:

The sounds of yelling, shouts of threats sounded through the walls almost deaf to the small white hair'd girl. Men and woman gathering, their torches raised high. Her pale green eyes opening, seeing dancing lights on her wall. Sitting up in bed she tried to hear the muffled words. Slowly crawling from her bed, her right hand clinging to a small worn teddy. Another young elvan girl lied in the same bed, undisturbed. Her bare feet tiptoeing across the wooden floor of her small bedroom. Standing as tall as she could with her tiptoes. Her eyes hardly able to see over the window seal as she peered out seeing the angry faces. Her gaze wondering over them as they were still trying to climb over the wooden fence her Father built two summers ago. Only a child, her mind pure and innocent. Untainted living in a small home on the edge of a human village. Her Father built their home from the ground up, a few sheep and chickens in the yard.

Why did they look so angry... She didn't understand. Her father, Arathyn, would burst through the door, causing her to jump slightly and gaze at the tall Elven. He swooped Aleryn up, and took her hand and lead her wordlessly into the living room were her mother, Mizuki, was hurrying a small bundle of supplies. The creases in his face looked determined and worried. His long blonde hair slightly burdened over his eyes, messy. Very unusual for him, a slight stubble on his jaw. His eyes sunken in dark circles under his eyes were even seen against his pale skin. He was always to clean and cheery. Now dark and distracted, something must be wrong.

Shoi was scared seeing the worried looks on their faces. Her teddy held close to her as Arathyn set her down and grabbed her by her shoulders. His bright blue hues looking into her pale eyes, a very weak smile of sadness crossed his face. The creases only more apparent with that sad smile. He tossed her long white locks with a almost shaken hand. His lips were dry and cracked with worry, his words were almost heart breaking. But his eyes still holding a love for his daughter, fearful of her life. His only offspring.

"Shoi, always remember I love you. You are a special girl. Never forget that. Always remember who you are."

He would hug her then tightly, standing and kissing his wife for the final time. He would not be following but attempting to hold the angry people off. Shoi's hand would be grasped as Mizuki led her out of the door. Her teddy landing on the floor. She struggled to keep up with her long lagged mother, her own long white hair swirling behind them. Shoi tried looking back, her Mother's face said everything. Aleryn was swooped up by her brother Urasept. His darken skin conflicting as he darted ahead of them. Mizuki telling him to run.

The sounds soon died, leaving behind. The tree's weaved by as she tripped and struggled to keep up. Falling face first into a mud puddle. Her mother lifting her up and sadly wiping her face off as mud stuck to her hair. Shoi's mother lifted her up and carried her for a short while. But turned into a large willow tree as horse hooves were heard galloping sound echoing through the forest.

Her cloak wrapped around Shoi, holding her for dear life. Her Mother's finger trembling as she placed a locket around her neck. Kissing her forehead she hid Shoi the best she could pressing her into the small hole of the willows roots. Her face was pale, strucken with fear. She knew she must die in order to save Shoi. Her back pressed to the tree hiding the hole with her body and cloak.

"Shoi, your father and I love you very mu-"

The word froze, a silver blade before her face. Shoi's eye swelled with tears. The blood... Ran down the blade, and dripped onto her night gown. Her small body curled back into the tree clinging to her locket as she heard the humans cheer at the death of her mother. The tears fell like rain. And then lightening would wreak the skies, and small droplets fell from the heavens.

"The girl must have ran further into the woods, FIND HER! The bloodline of this elven woman must die tonight. Eye for and eye, child for a child."

Shoi would hide in the tree for what felt like a forever. She finally would emerge, hearing Urasept's tone gasp. Her mother's dead body shielding her from death. Shaken at the sight of her mother's dieing body. Her tiny frame crumpling over her mother's body and wept. With her small bare hands she dug a shallow grave for her mother with Urasept. Placing small stones to mark the grave, and in small pebbles she wrote "Vien" Which means Beautiful Mother in elven.

Always waking at this moment. The sweat dripping from her brow. Then the tears of the loss of her parents. Alone the actions of ignorant humans broke her family and heart. Shoi judged humans that day. Her mind and heart became fearful of them. Urasept was forced to leave Aleryn and Shoi in a orphanage to keep then safe while he left to find work.

History:

She may seem like her head is always in the clouds, a book in her hand. A satchel always at her side. She lost her parents at a young age, never finding a place. She spent hours in the library reading anything she could get her hands on. The pages making vivid pictures in her head. She could almost see the words painting scenes. She grew older and found her interests never ending in the book she read. After reading a book on dark elves, she fell in love with daggers and arrows. Shoi spent a lot of time learning how to hold and wield daggers, how to string and fire a bow.

It was a blur, being jerked from her bed. Her head was spinning as she was only a child. Her mother dragging her by the hand. Stumbling and falling her mother pulled her close in the roots of a large willow tree. Heavy foot steps following, pounding past them. Shoi's mother covering her with a large cloak hiding the girls long white hair. That sound. Would never be forgotten. The sound of death, the blood falling past her eyes. Then deafing sound of silence. The feebling hands of her mother putting a small silver chained necklace with a small locket around her neck.

The night burned into her memories. Never to be forgotten, her fingers played with the locket around her neck. Her emerald eyes pouring over a book, leaned in a chair. Legs over the arm rest. Other children would pull at her long white hair and tease her. Pushing her book into her face or pours juice and drinks over the pages. So she would wait till everyone was asleep and read the bend, broken pages. Like she was in them, wishing they would take her away into their lines of history of old days.

At the age of 16 she was shipped off finally to work a herb farm, learning the properties. Learning to write and draw out the effects. The way they felt. The words came naturally to her. She felt more at home with the cows and the chickens then the people she was around. She hid in the stables learning of weapons. Wanting to learn more, to visit the great libraries of the world. She paid close attention to how daggers were easily used and concealed. She found favor in them. The old owner of the herb farm gave her a bow saying every elf should know the way. She merely smiled and studied the art of archery though without a proper teacher it seemed harder then daggers to master.

[Auruphen 14]

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