Eira Gwyn

[Gemmylou 483]

Full Name: Eira Leanna Gwyn  

Nicknames: None yet

Race: Dark Elf

Gender: Female

Age: 155

Hair: Snowy white that falls just above the middle of her back

Skin: Pale grey

Eyes: Deep scarlet red

Height: 6’5

Weight: 140 ibs

Place of Residence: Somewhere in the forest in Anthos

Place of Birth: A small village in Aegis

 

Relatives:  
As far as Eira is aware, her father is dead or missing, she does not know which and her mother died when she was a child. Eira had an older brother, but he went missing when she was only seven years old. Since then, Eira’s only relatives now are her fiancé Urasept Mordir and her new born daughter, Aira Mordir. She also considers Urasept's family as her own.

Enemies: 
Eira has made no known enemies yet. Her only main enemy would be her ex husband.  

Occupation:
 Eira has never had a proper job. She has always longed to teach and has always wanted to help others.  

Crafting: 
Eira is a typical housewife. She cooks, cleans, sews and keeps the home in an orderly fashion.

Appearance: 

Eira has very delicate features. She has long snow white hair with various braids and beads running through it. In one of the braids is a beautiful diamond butterfly hair grip that shimmers in the light. Her skin is a smooth pale grey with a blue tinge to it. Across her nose and cheeks are freckles. She has deep scarlet eyes framed with long, thick black eyelashes. Eira has long legs from her elven heritage and a narrow waist. She has an hourglass figure as her hips and bust share the same width and are of a medium size. Compared to other elves, she is fairly short and petite. On Eira’s back a many scars from burnings her husband would give her. she has a deep cross scar which he also gave her on their wedding night as a sign she belonged to him. She has some stretch marks on her hips from where she was pregnant.

Fashion of Choice: 

Eira wears a simple top with a skirt that dips longer at the back compared to the front that is adorned in lace and simple beading. She often wears a turquoise or various shades of blue. When she is walking around the cities she wears a pair of green boots but when walking around the forest, she had bare feet. She has a simple black hooded cloak for travelling and colder months, and a more covered dress for winter. On her finger is a diamond engagement ring.

Armour of Choice: 
Eira has no need for amour

Weapons of Choice: 
Eira would have no luck with any weapon and often impales herself accidentally on sharp impliments. Eira would like to learn how to use a bow.

Special Abilities: 
Eira is a very kind and caring individual. She cares more for the needs of others than her own and that in itself is a special ability. She is able to look past the flaws and histories of others, still offering her care. She is extremely house proud and can turn mostly anything into something deemed wonderful, for example, turning a dank cave into a wonderful home for another. Eira has recently learnt lock picking from her fiancé.

Alignment: 
Lawful good.

Motivations: 

Eira’s motivation is her fiancé and new born daughter. Everything she now does in her life will be due to them guiding her and giving her strength. Her family are what keep her sane, with the motivation to continue in life.   

Disposition: 

Eira is at a very weak disposition. She is very nervous around strangers and lacks any kind of physical strength to be able to fight off any enemies. She is timid and will only fully feel safe when her fiancé is near.

Outlook: 

Eira’s outlook is a positive one. For her, her life has changed for the better. She is positive for her daughter and soon to be new married life. Her outlook is completely optimistic.

Religion/Philosophy: 

Eira was raised to believe in The Creator, however her belief is tainted after years of slavery.

Positive Personality Traits: 

Eira is a consistently caring person. She is loyal and trustworthy. She is helpful, diligent and protective over what she holds dear to her. Eira is forgiving and understanding, always offering an ear to listen to another’s problems if they need it. She is mentally strong and can be very playful.

Negative Personality Traits: 

Eira is very nervous and shy. She is hesitant of every person she comes across. Even though Eira is mentally strong she also feels emotions heavily. She is quickly worried or angered if something happens that concerns her family. She is not solely independent and needs the ones she trusts around her to feel safe.

Misc.Quirks: 

Eira is very clumsy with sharp things. Even though she is very sensible, she often finds herself in bad luck. Eira has a very notable stutter when she is nervous. That can either be with speaking to someone new or telling someone something she knows they will not like. After a while, the stutter calms down. 

Likes: 
Eira loves to explore. When she has free time, she is usually climbing trees and walking along the branches. She has amazing agility which keeps balanced. She loves to read and is a keen painter. She enjoys cooking and doing homely things. Most of all, she loves being with her new family and playing with her baby daughter.   

Dislikes:

Eira has no time for those who have no time for her. She cannot stand rudeness and those who are unwilling to receive polite criticism. She cannot forgive lies easily and has a strong distaste to them. Eira hates any food that comes from a pig.

Favorite Foods:

Eira loves apples and will specifically climb a tree to reach one. She enjoys cooking her own food and can cook a whole variety of meals.  
Favorite Drinks:

Eira loves drinking tea. She has no particular favourite drinks. She has never tasted alcohol.
Favorite Colors: Blues and whites.  

Hobbies: Reading, exploring, cooking, sewing and painting.

 

Artwork: 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Theme Songs: 

 

Ed Sheeran - Give me Love

 

Brand New - Play Crack the Sky 

 

 

 

History:

 

 

The lazy afternoon sun was sinking beneath the thick branches in the forest, casting magnificent shaped shadows to dance along the thick, deep green blades of grass. Even though many monsters lurked the shadows of the space they had occupied, Eira had never felt safer lying next to the only man she’d been able to feel love for. The shadows from the branches and leaves danced across his face and skin as he lay fast asleep. 

She gazed lovingly at his sleeping face, not daring to move in case she woke him up. She watched the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed softly and smiled, stifling a laugh as he muttered odd words incoherently. Hesitantly she reached out and brushed a strand of his silver hair away from his face and rested her head against her arm, reaching out and gently taking his large hand in comparison to hers. She stroked each of his fingers, taking in every last detail of his face, his scars and his expressions, breathing a sigh of content, a small trace of longing within it. 

“Let me tell you about my past.” She whispered quietly in barely just a breath.

*

Eira lived a happy childhood. She grew with a strong father and loving mother, who cared deeply for her and her older brother, Mournolin. Eira had an upbringing much like many of her time; she learnt to read and write and followed her mother’s way of life religiously, learning how to be a proper and respectful lady. Of course, to Eira being so young, she took most of what she learnt as a game, not thinking how it would come to affect her in her later life.

Eira was always a well mannered and respectful little girl. She played nicely with the other children her age in the village and often sat teaching the younger children everything she had learnt. She would sit for hours on end reading the younger children stories of magical dragons and dashing princes. Every time Eira read her stories, the other children saw them come to life in their imaginations, like a spark igniting, never wanting the stories to end.

Eira’s relationship with her family was strong and she knew she was surrounded by love. She felt she lived in a perfect bubble full of happiness and care; not just on her parent’s part, but with her brother as well. Mournolin was Eira’s best friend and on the occasional time she stepped out of line, he would be there to pick her back up and help her. She adored her brother and in her mind, he made her perfect little bubble complete.

Until the bubble burst.

When Eira was Seven years old, her older brother disappeared. He was in his thirties by this time, as there was a significant age gap between the two siblings. Eira searched with her mother every day for her lost brother but no one knew where he could have gone. No one had seen nor heard from him. Eira sobbed each night, hoping he’d walk through the door to wipe her tears, but not once did he show. She thought the worst thing in the world could have happened, believing that he didn’t want her or that it was her fault. In Eira’s mind, she thought the worst thing imaginable had happened.

Time passed and seasons changed until a year had passed. Eira was plagued with nightmares of tombstones with her brother’s name on them and his body lying still. On one particularly cold night, Eira’s nightmares overcome her and she awoke screaming. She looked wildly around the room, hoping to see her mother rush in to comfort her, but no one came. Eira crept out of her room and through the halls, heading into the dark bedroom of her mother and father, rubbing her sleepy, tearful eyes.

The room was dark other than one lone candle, nearly burning out and the moonlight streaming through the open curtains. Eira blinked and looked around. The room and house was deathly silent, not even the sounds of breathing were present. She looked at the bed, and saw the unmistakeable figure of her mother on top of the sheets, still in her dress and boots.

“Mama?” She croaked sleepily, plodding along to the bed. She stepped up to the side, feeling cold liquid between her toes. Eira frowned and looked down at the dark pool around her not understanding what it was. “Mama?!” she croaked louder, grabbing her mother’s arm and shaking it. That was when she saw it. The knife plunged deep into her mother’s chest, the dark liquid running down her arm, pooling onto the floor, her lifeless eyes staring blankly into her daughters.
Eira screamed.

Eira screamed wildly until her voice grew hoarse. She sobbed, her whole body shaking, clinging to her mother, as if hoping to bring her to life. She lay next to the cold body, still clinging to it with her tiny hands and fingers. Eira lay there for what felt like an eternity. Then she heard it; the unmistakeable slam of the kitchen door and the heavy thud of boots, thick with mud as they slopped along the wooden floorboards. She heard each slow stomp as they came up the stairs to the bedroom, the heavy breathing in his chest. Daddy was home.

He forced open the bedroom door, his body reeking of a scent that stung Eira’s nose; alcohol. She sat up then stood, sniffing her whole body frozen in fear.

“D...Da...” She started but was cut off by a blunt and harsh tone, unlike anything she had ever heard before
“Go and get washed. You’re a state Eira Leanna and a disgrace.” He snarled at her

Eira stared in shock. Never in her years had she heard such hostility from the man she admired and called father. She stood staring at him, her eyes filling with tears. He merely stared back at her, a cold blank stare that matched her mother’s dead gaze. The room was so silent that a pin daren’t drop.

Suddenly, without word or warning, her father took several heavy strides over to her and hit her hard across the backside. Eira let out a yelp, her whole body shaking and aching, her buttocks stinging. Tears began to roll down her face and she sprinted from the room to her own. She scrubbed at her skin, to get rid of the blood and sat in the corner for the rest of the day; shaking and whimpering.

From then on, Eira’s life changed for the worst. She grew with a new stepmother and was treated as a slave. She was no longer treated as a daughter, but as a piece of dirt and was no longer wanted by her father. Eira saw to the duties of the house; keeping it orderly, tidy and clean. If something was out of place or couldn’t be found, she would be punished. For years Eira tried to piece together what went wrong, but no answer came to her.

When Eira turned eighteen, she was sent to marry her stepmother’s brother. He was a foul man, with a round stomach, food encrusted facial hair and a stale foul stench about him. Eira suffered at his hand every night; beaten and broken, fresh wounds opening on old scars. Without fail, every night, Eira would be subject to a burn, to imprint in her mind “Who she was and what she was” For he was merely a pampered half elf, and she was a disgusting Darkie and he never let her forget it.

She lay there at night, holding her breath from his vile stench, his heavy breathing and snoring resonated in her elven ears. She prayed to the creator to free her from this hell; begging for some sort of redemption from the wrong she had done to deserve this. But every night, the creator stayed silent and as she stared out the window at the stars that seemed so far away, they merely blinked back at her mockingly, not ever answering her wish.

On a particularly sunny day, she heard her husband’s wheezy chest and saw his broad figure appear at her bedchamber door. Of course, she smelt him long before she heard or saw him.

“You are not to leave.” He spat at her “You do not leave these grounds or it will be another burn” He gave her a wicked grin, showing the majority of his teeth missing and turned, plodding down the stairs, humming pleasantly, as if nothing had happened. Eira could only muster a small nod, her back in agony from the torch he held to her skin the night before. She let out a small timid whimper, staring at her hands.

Night passed and then the next day and her husband never returned. Eira knew the luxury wouldn’t last and also knew that when he returned, her burning would be ten times as long.  But the sun rose on the third day and set and there was still no sign of his round and plump face. As the sun set on the fourth day, Eira packed a bag with the few possessions she had, fixed a midnight black cloak around her neck and ran for the docks, not daring to look back.

The boat was long and tiring and she had no idea where she was or what was even going on in the world. She crouched bellow the deck, away from people, a stowaway; a refugee of sorts, running away from the purgatory of her now ex husbands house. She had no idea what happened to her husband and only safely assumed he was dead or at least dying. For the entire boat journey she stayed below deck; nibbling stale pieces of bread and waiting for something unknown. Before she knew it, she was being shaken awake by an old beggar woman who hissed at her “The ship has docked, we’re here.”

Eira’s eyes stung as she looked around the island they’d hit. The island alone was beautiful; it was filled with trees and mountains, covering most of the landscapes. The beautiful sight of odd lights could be seen from homes within the trees. Elves of all kinds of races were running around, trading and bartering. Conversations and laughter filled her ears and she was put in a trance. Not bothering to wait for her eyes to adjust, she ran blindly for the nearest secluded corner she could find and stood there, watching, the feeling of fear overtaking her. She couldn’t be around people, she couldn’t trust anyone. She would never survive here alone.

That was when she saw him; His blood red coat and silver hair stood out from a mile away. Like a moth to a flame she was drawn to him, reaching for him and all of a sudden her breath was taken from her. She stood staring at him, speechless and completely unaware of her actions and before it was too late, she was stuttering to him.
“H...Hello...My name I...Is Eira...”

*

She moved her hands from his and wiped her now damp cheeks, the pain from the story coming back. She took a steady breath and sat up, blinking away the tears and sadness from her eyes. Looking back down, she gazed upon his calm face, and reaches out to carefully stroke his face. Leaning down, she whispers against his lips and gives him a soft kiss, raising her head to meet his now open crimson eyes.

 

“Ssinssrigg dos, Urasept” Eira smiles