Arahael

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Character Name - Arahael Eloem
Nicknames:Ara
Age:68
Gender:Female
Race:High Elf/Mali'aheral/Mali'Thil
Status:Alive and well in Anthos Mali'aheral City
Description:
Height:6"5
Weight:Normal
Body Type:Slender and slim
Eyes:Dark Blue
Hair:Silver
Skin:Gold, pale
Markings/Tattoos: None
Health: Healthy
Personality: 

 

Inquisitive and eager, a very capable female. She reads and writes vividly. Secretly ambitious, and has a lot of her own views and opinions. Though such characteristics, she is a lonely soul, often thinking that no one understands her. Inside she is very fragile and needs some love. She opens up very easily to people which is one of her weaknesses. Though she is mostly alert so she does not make such mistakes. As corresponding to her age, she is very innocent and gullible, which she has not seen the harshest part the world.

Inventory: Diary, Carrots, Bow and Arrows, Sword, Ink and quill, papers of all sorts, books.
Further Details: Silver hair, glasses. Gentle soul to all Mali'aheral. Loves books so much. Cries over them.
Life Style: Stays in her house, Mali'aheral library and the Malinor Library. Otherwise, goes out for a stroll which sometimes involve in coversations with passing Mali.

Alignment*:Lawful Good
Deity*: NA
Religion: None
Alliance/Nation/Home: Where all other high elves are. Mali'aheral City, or sometimes Malinor
Job/Class: Assistant Head Scribe of Malinor, the only Librarian of the Malinor Library, the High Magescribe of Arcane Delvers, writer, poet, researcher/scholar of Larihei Lohmanih.
Title(s): Assistant Head Scribe, High Magescribe
Profession(s): Vivid writer of poets and documentary books about specific topics such as Larihei Lohmanih, a willing librarian and sribe for hire (only for Mali)
Special Skill(s): Herbalism, writing, learning to cook from Seth Calith.
Flaw(s): Gets very tense and worried very easily. Fragile soul, it breaks her heart to see her loved ones hurt. Innocent and gullible.

Magic*: Seeking assistance from guild Arcane Delvers which she is High Magescribe.
Current Status: Roaming Malinor and the Mali'aheral city.
Weaponry: A simply dagger and a bow.
Fighting Style: Dagger
Preferred Weapon: Bow
Favored Weapon: Bow
Archery: Average compared to men, above average compared to women.

 

Mini Story about achery and her father.

That day, I remembered, was my birthday.

One that I awaited.

I was 18.

Finally, considered as an adult.

I was full of joy.

I could taste the freedom.

Yet now, thinking back, I was too gullible.

Too gullible I still am.

What freedom is that?

I now only wish, to be back in my parent's arms...

 

On that day,

I woke up refreshed.

As I picked up my quill,

To write a poem.

 

A new day

The warmth is returning,

As the sky blushed and flushed.

The evil are smoldering,

Receiving the justice of good.

The flowers are swaying,

As the branches wave at me.

Pearls of moisture stuck to petals,

As they bloom of renewal.

The wind crisp and clean,

With an air of importance.

I swept the scene with a single gaze,

It was a new day.

 

I inhaled, the fresh air, the air of freedom, or so I thought.

As dressed myself, I went down to the dining room.

My parents were already there.

Whispering.

As I approached them,

They smiled at me.

Warmly as ever.

"Karin'ayla, our beautiful daughter." They said.

I smiled back at them.

"Karin'ayla."

I kissed them both on the cheeks.

As I did so, my maln laid a loving hand on my arm.

My haelun even embraced me.

Oh the joy, the heat of love from my parents.

My eyes brimmed with tears.

 

"Now, now, don't cry, its your birthday, don't be sad."

My maln gently wiped my eyes,

As my haelun walked upstairs.

I hugged my maln tightly.

Suddenly behind me, someone whispered behind my ears.

My haelun smiled with glee as she surprised me with gifts.

As I whipped around as my haelun unraveled a dress.

Made by her own hands. 

My hands reached out, and met with the soft fabric.

"For you." My haelun said.

She pushed the dress shoulders.

"It fits perfectly." She says with pride.

"Oh haelun." I embraced her once again.

 

My maln stood behind me.

Even though he did not join our embraced,

He stood with pride and joy.

Hands clasped behind, relaxed, yet slightly tense.

I tilted my head as I realized he was hiding something.

My haelun placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Your father wanted you to learn self defense, as we both won't be beside you forever, though I disliked violence. But he convinced me that he will teach you well so that you won't get hurt. We hope you like your maln's gift, he especially traveled far to find a good carpenter to craft a bow for you."

My eyes twinkled with delight as she looked at my maln.

From behind his back, my maln produced a bow.

Finely crafted with birch wood.

He placed it in my hands.

It fitted perfectly, my hands, my height.

I rushed to my maln and hugged him.

He hugged me back.

But as expected, I was too excited to even eat breakfast.

Soon, I was out, in the plains of Haelun'or.

Eagerly strumming the string of my bow.

And such days continued.

Day and day without relent, I practiced.

At first some of my arrows fell short,

Some fell wide.

Yet after each passing failure, my skills improved.

Not only as my hands very deft with skill,

My eyes improved and sharpened.

 

Perhaps I was to encased with the joy of my success.

It was during then when I realized,

By each passing day,

My maln grew weaker and weaker.

To a state that he could only strain to stand straight,

To smile and watch me as I practiced.... 

 

 

Biography:
Parents: Vanya Eloem, Evarir'Maln Eloem (Made up parents) Though Seth Calith makes her remind of her father.

 

Mini Story About Seth and her Father

I sat under the shade of the tree, staring at my diary, yet nothing to write about.

I gaze out at the field of roses and dandelions, suddenly remember my childhood.

My father was out the meadows with me. The wind blowing fiercely at us.

I was grinning madly, one of my fondest childhood memories I think.

Mother was sitting on the soft grass. Smiling softly, and however gently.

I sigh. How I loved her smile. I still do, yet... Tears start to fall down my cheeks.

I murmur the words. Mother. My parents have stayed, stayed at old Haelun'or, the Silver City of the High Elves.

Yet, I leaved, to the new one. I looked around, it was a good decision.

Yet why had my parents insisted to stay?

I composed myself, wiped my cheeks with the napkin I produces from my dress.

As I rise from my spot, I notices a Mali on the roof of the gate.

Very soon I knew his name and who he was like pretty well.

However what strikes me most was his resemblance of my father.

As I talked to him, I looked deep into his eyes.

He had the same eyes as my father.

Deep blue.

Serious.

Yet sometimes curious.

His hair.. My hand itched to touch it. Soft, golden hair. Shining under the bright sun.

The relaxed yet composed form, so so similar to my father.

I stared deep into this Mali's eyes when I talked to him.

How could be bear resemblance so much?

So much?
As our conversation ended, a word ended on my tongue.

Maln.

I wanted to cry, I wanted to ask, I wanted to touch.

I wanted to see my father again.

Yet as I meet this Mali called Seth, I saw my father's shadow.

As I looked back, my soul felt like springing out, in an embrace.

I swallowed the lump on my throat.

No...

I cannot...

I walked away.

Maln.

 

 

Siblings: None yet.
Children: None yet.
Extended Family: Kalenz Uradir (Distant Distant Cousin) Laurir Eloem (Cousin) Esil Uradir (Distant Distant Cousin)

Pet(s): None yet.
History

 

Last studying days at Haelun'or College

 

I gazed at the blue sky and took a deep breath. The air of the school, the air of studies, the air of books and education. Holding my books tightly against my chest, I slowly stepped into the library. Rows and rows of bookshelves stood tall and high. The echoes of pages turning. Hollow footsteps of librarians. I felt at home. I stretched my hand out, my fingertips brushing the row of books. Then I stepped closer, tracing the spines of the books with my hands. How I love Haelun'or City. How I love its college. It has been my home. The place where I belong.

 

Tomorrow will be my day to leave Haelun'or City. My bags where packed at home. Long ago, my parents begged me to stay here. But no. I would like to roam the roads, taste adventure. I told my parents that it will be a learning experience. To try to be independent. Without the normal luxuries of life. 

 

Suddenly I remember I was in the library. I continued to walk along the isle. Then I stopped as I reached my target. My life of Words the title said. Below it, it said the name Vanya. My mom. I gently esed the book out from the shelves, I stroked the worn leather cover. A tear glistened in my eye. When I leave Haelun'or, I will miss them indeed. 

 

However I have made my decision. I had spent my previous years studying. My knowledge is much but I do not have experience. I shall travel to Malinor, to search for a job, to join a guild, to earn a position in the councils.

 

I will bring my trusty satchel. All the Minas I saved throughout the years of allowance. My secret berr and arrows. And my family heirloom, a studded dagger. Finally I will bring my favorite books, a diary and of course some red ripe apples.

 

That night, I dreams of adventures. Of a occupation. Of friends. I dream of my future. My life...

Artwork: One and skin.
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