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Witch_King_of_Angmar

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  • Birthday December 23

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    Emrys
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    Mali’aheral

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  1. Born to two Mali’aheral that held little significance in name and history, Emrys' early life was freer than most. Born to parents hailing from the lands of Celia'nor, her parents were merchants, procuring goods when and where they could, While they were not poor by any means, due to the Mali’aheral's beliefs that all of their kind should hold occupations or risk tainting the image of their kind, they were not swimming in abundant riches. They were considered well off, especially in comparison to other creatures that inhabited the world. Due to her parents' occupation, much of Emrys' first few decades were spent traveling. This would become a passion she would carry as she matured, wishing to see and know everything for what it was. On the first day of Malin's Welcome, Emrys and her family were set to travel west for trade opportunities. It was along these long roads that Emrys would find the fear that would dominate her mind for the next few decades; Spiders. A silly fear, some might say, but for Emrys it was an encounter that traumatized her for the remainder of her years. When asked about what happened, Emrys could recall few details. She remembered passing through ancient forests of ashen colour with her parents and several hired hands meant to "guard" their small caravan. It was only several hours after they had entered the forest, sticking to the crumbling paths, when the monstrosities leaped upon their tiny caravan. What "guards" they had were swiftly, brutally taken down. Golden eyes opened wide, Emrys watched as the people around her crumpled to the ground. It took her several moments before realizing they were not dead, only paralyzed, incapable of moving. The eight-legged horrors spun their silken webs around the doomed, before dragging them into the ashen forest's embrace. Then, the stinger appeared before her. Light faded, growing hazy and grey as she watched the silken threads cover her, until she too was dragged away. Hours passed, perhaps even days, before Emrys heard voices. At first, she thought she had imagined them. Lunacy and derangement had finally set in, perhaps. When she awoke, she was in the arms of her father, swiftly passing the darkened trees as horrible sounds of scurrying followed them. Emrys and her family would escape the encounter with these creatures, though not unscathed. The trauma she suffered had bled into her, laying a seed of fear and derangement upon her brow. It took years, nearly a decade, for Emrys to recover from the effects of this encounter. During this time she became reclusive and fearful. Even the smallest spider would cause her to go into a fit of fear, wailing and kicking until it was killed. Decades passed and Emrys' wounds healed, as do all things mended by time. Though not perfect, her psyche was stable enough to interact with the physical world once more. Adopting the trade of her parents, Emrys would continue traveling with merchants, though she always avoided the jobs involving travel through deeply forested areas. Traveling garnered plenty of opportunities and experiences. She stayed in places such as Elysium, Oren, and even traveling through the lands of Norland for some time. Each place she visited, she stayed for several years, learning about the peoples and cultures she encountered. It was during these times she would begin practicing with some martial skills and her speech craft, becoming known for her manipulation more so than her sword.
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