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The Blossom Of A New Star A painting of a dream from an unknown Mali'aheral. You have been all humbly invited to the birthday party of Alyssa Rozia Seregon. On the Amber Cold of the year of 1751, the daughter of Dele Seregon was born, and on this same day and same year she will finally turn 50 years old and be able to call herself an adult by Mali'aheral standards. The Event Rundown The theme of this lavish event shall be the night sky, such as the stars and moon, colors such as navy blue, black, white, and silver are expected for such an elegent theme. Gifts are expected as well but are not needed or required but will be kind and nice to give out. Below will be listed all of the activities during this important day. The Start 5:00 PM EST When the event starts, they will be a speech given by Alyssa Rozia Seregon. Welcoming all of the gracious and kind guest using their time to come to such a special day. Social Buzzing At this activity, the first activity will be all about socializing. All guests shall be able to socialize and take their time to get in the celebration mood of this splendid night. Dancing Among the Stars 5:30 PM EST After many hours and minutes of socializing one of the main-stream activities shall start. Guests all alike shall be able to start dancing among each other. The Most Brightest Star 6:00 PM EST The hostess shall announce once the time comes, for a costume or outfit contest! Each contestant will be called over to be judged, the winner shall be awarded with the honor of getting the first piece of cake! Let Them Eat Cake 6:30 PM EST Once the contest is over, the cake will be cut and sliced and given out to each guess! As well, if you had brought a gift, this will be the perfect time to properly give them out to Alyssa for her to open. The End 7:00 PM EST Alas, all things must come to an end, and now Alyssa is no more a girl but a woman. A speech given by the hostess, at the end of this speech the party shall be over. Sincerely From Alyssa Seregon Dele Seregon

Aerolun Elsen Cyredaer Full Name: Aerolun Elsen Iolae Cyredaer. Age: Approximately twenty-two years old, quite young. Gender: Male. Race: Pure-full blooded High Elf. Or Mali'aheral. Sexuality: Homosexual. Religious Views: Non-existent; agnostic. Alignment: Chaotic Neutral. Zodiac Sign: Gemini. Origin: Haelun'or. Main Goal: To acquire magic, and become a renowned mage. Skin Complexion: Pale; typical for any High Elf (Mali'aheral). Body Build: Mesomorphic, some visible muscle. Height: 6'0 feet tall. Weight: Weighs in at 158 lbs. Eye Color: Dull blue. Hair Complexion: Silvery white, formally. Hair Style: Wavy, slightly spiky, medium length; unkempt. Aura Complexion: Grey platinum stark hue. Normally. Aerolun looks rather sophisticated, albeit rather disturbed and intimidating. His stark dull blue eyes often do not properly represent his aimed expression or thought, nevertheless, the Mali'aheral has someone good facial esthetics. With a masculine defined jawline, the Mali'aheral's face is very well chiseled. Whilst his hair is barely cared for; it oddly suits him. His skin is as pale as any normal Mali'aheral's would be and his body build is rather mesomorphic for a High Elf. He stands at a medium height and is, by most standards, "normal", albeit his slight muscle, despite being lanky and such. The Mali'aheral is almost never seen without his steel, silver cutlass. His clothing is rather dull in terms of him, and his fashion sense; the Aheral doesn't care much for fashion. Typically wearing whatever's available, he'll throw on a grey trenchcoat or whatever is most appropriate. Having practiced combat with a cutlass since age twenty, the Mali'aheral is fairly unorthodox. Whilst most Mali'aheral choose to use forms of Arcane Magic, Aerolun relies on his silver decorated, iron cutlass, which he was handed at the start of his training. Being familiar with such a weapon has it's perks. Whilst he's not especially skilled with the weapon, he can hold his own in combat scenarios for the most part. Overall, the Mali'aheral is very good with his cutlass; Icepiercer. In accordance to his skilled use of weaponry, Aerolun, however falters with his left, non-dominant arm. This arm being very weak, it prohibits him from dual wielding at all, or even lifting many things. Due to a childhood altercation and poor healing; Aerolun cannot wield any sort of weapon or perform very physically demanding tasks with this left arm. Unfortunately, this hinders him quite a bit in combat and whatnot. The Mali'aheral, however, has a hawk's eyesight. He is incredibly observant, resourceful and aware of his surroundings, this extends to not only his social interactives but his combative interactions as well. Due to this, he can often notice variables rather quickly and detect, and recognize them. This is of great value to the Mali'aheral, and generally makes him more likely to notice an incoming threat before they have a chance to take the first move. Although not always perfect, his observantness has certainly lead him to triumph in many fights in his past. Despite his observant, rather perceptiveness, the Mali'aheral has greedy and thievous tendencies. Often feeling tempted or obligated to steal from others and whatnot, the High Elf has let this trait strike him into mountainloads of trouble at times. This is truly a difficult thing for the High Elf to deal with, as it is often too hard to resist the convenience of borrowing an item and not giving it back via manipulation, or even further, straight up stealing. While the Mali'aheral tries to generally be as social as possible, he tends to be rather awkward in the wrong circumstances. Nevertheless, Aerolun, is indeed, a social soul, as he does try very hard. Whilst socializing with women he seems to have no difficulty, or some very close men, but when it comes to strangers and others; he often finds himself stuttering or what not. It takes him a while to become well adjusted to people has not quite necessarily known too well. While being rather social, Aerolun faces this complex of being rather cynical and critical of others, he is often seeing the bad in others, while it's not really known to even himself why he's such a cynic, it could possibly be attributed to his childhood, and whatnot. As a fullblooded and pure, Mali'aheral, Aerolun holds a strict aversion towards the impure, and the halfbreeds. But this aversion only extends to the halfbreeds. As impurity is not only in the form of tainted blood, and various societal views; he has been oddly numbed out to all other -typical- societal based aversions that a Mali'aheral would hold against the others. Despite all his blessings, Aerolun also tends to be very insecure, but tends to appear confident and well minded to most on first impressions. However, once a person gets to know the Mali'aheral better they will begin to realize that Aerolun sees himself very lowly, and has a multitude of insecurities, such as his lack of magic, to name one of many. The Mali'aheral, is very idealistic, and driven by his own goals and ideals. As such, he'll always try to find the ideal outcome of any scenario to his best ability. With a lack of regard for truths and more a focus on ideals; the Mali'aheral surely lives by the saying that anything is possible. He is also very irreligious, believing that any sort of God or Deity has either died or turned it's back on the world. As any Aengudaemon has simply turned their backs, the Mali'aheral has little faith in the spiritual, or even his own race, in that regard. The day was rather calm, cloudy skies and all, a normal event. During the afternoon, faint cries were heard in a Healer's house just as a child was born. This child was, aptly born to two Haelun'or Mali'aheral on the Isles of Axios. The child was healthy, nutritious and most importantly, enduring. The child managed to survive the test of time and grow into his toddler hood. Named Aerolun Elsen Iolae Cyredaer, he took after his father and mother's middle names, aptly the male's surname. The child grew up fairly secluded, learning how to read and write from private scholars. The Mali'aherals were mages, not of too great importance, but of good enough importance to have been funded and supported by Haelun'or too live. As time went on, Aerolun was educated, in languages like Elven and Common tongue. As a result; he spent years behind the doors of his own housing, oblivious to the outside world, and even outside Haelun'or. Raised within his own community, he was brought into the typical beliefs, mindsets and societal views of his peers. He grew up to be rather arrogant and critical, as of his peers, but remained too secluded to have been cast out, yet. As even more time went on, the Mali'aheral went with it, growing into his early teen years, having turned 12. At this age some complications were brought up, his parents had ordered a divorce from eachother by the command of the male; while the divorce was hardly passed and recognized; it still somehow managed to break them apart. While going through a long term of scrutiny from both his parents on how the other parent was more impure and foul, or another storm of lies, it left the young Mali'aheral under a complex and stressful atmosphere, which hung over him for quite a while. Having been living with a depressed mood until the age of fifteen, the Mali'aheral finally had broke out of this shell. And just as he broke out of his own depression, he had broke out of his house. Left and socialized around Haelun'or, until eventually he met a boy, who would make him realize something about himself. The specific night that this had occurred, Aerolun had felt love for the first time. As a result, this love was his first and most eye opening, and when it broke off he too, felt broken. Ineivitably, his parents found out; and at the drop of a hat, Aerolun was disowned at the age of 18. His relationship had fallen apart just a month before. And they had finally discovered what had truly been going on when the parents of his ex-partner told his own. While Aerolun no longer knows the whereabouts of those from his past, he decided to venture across Axios, alone, living on dead money and a high wire. Eventually a travelling group of gypsies agreed to take him for a few years. This having been when he learned his swordplay and cutlass-ship. Only recently the Mali'aheral has gotten over his ex. And now he seeks to return to his home; Haelun'or. And most of all, prove his purity to himself by learning magic. And hopefully willing it away. Whilst he seems very conflicted, he seems to shun himself more than anything else, and is, for all means, very seclusive. The Mali'aheral believes he can prove his purity to himself by learning magic and growing stronger in the arcane.

* Alstrawyns walks down the stone road, glancing to Urguan "The dwarves, short and stout, but still mighty." Continues walking, looking at the Red rose tavern "People from multiple races talking together." * Also smiles, and continues walking looking at Haleun'or "My brethren, obsessed with purity." * Alstrawyn stops and frown "I still dont understand what is the point... But nobody would ever listen to my ideas, im just a 1000 year old high elf." Shakes her head slightly and continues walking down the road... glancing to the Virdian tavern, not even glancing at it, still walking down the road and looking to Petrus "The humans, the greatest race upon this world, their lives go by in a blink... but yet they can do so much." * She continues walking down and goes to Angren "I saw humans, elves and dwarves, and a great Olog stop the undead. History is such a odd thing." *Smiles and walks back to Haleun'or, nobody knowing her complete refusal of the idea of Purity, she thinks of all the races, seeing all as equal "I am a odd one..." Chuckles happily

~Lenniel Divhileia~ Age: 218 Gender: Male Race: High Elf Height: 6'4" / 1.8 meters tall Weight: 168 lbs/ 76 kg (I imagine) Description His body, like most high elves, is rather slender and lithe with a light skin tone. Strawberry blonde hair, brushed back, spikes out from his scalp. Long, pointy ears poke a little way from his head, though streamlined. His brows rest evenly across, though the right may twitch from time to time. His eyes are a shade of purple, while neither twinkling nor flashing, that have a certain glow to them. His face is always with a half smile, though one could wonder if he is laughing with them or at them. He wears a white linen shirt, buttoned down the middle, with the sleeves coming up to his elbow. Around his neck is a frilled cravat, splaying out down the middle of his chest. Over those, he wears a green jacket, flaring back dramatically at the elbow with a large whit cuff. His pants are simple, also linen and colored light dirty grey. His feet are fitted with regular calf high brown boots. Personality/History Template: Mage High Concept: Aspiring Master of Alteration - Who wouldn't want to have the powers of a god? To alter the fabric of reality to your whim? Trouble Concept: Indulgent & Indulged - I like to have the finer things in life, like cake! Childhood: Knows nothing of his past. Found in the wreckage of a home with two other corpses. Was adopted into another family. Growing up, he wished to learn magic, but failed at properly connecting to the void. Could only ever accomplish simple household magic. Was teased and ostracized for his failure. After a little over 20 years of this, he quit. Phase Aspect: Fear of Failure Young Adult: Turned his attention to more scholarly pursuits. Read histories, biographies, anthologies, and anything else he deemed interesting. Only stopping to eat and sleep, he shunned social interaction in favor of his literature. This continued on for around a century, attesting to his foster parent's patience. This routine was only broken by the multiple cataclysms that struck, though those usually saw Lenniel with his nose in a book while running away from danger. Phase Aspect: Loremaster Bonus feat: Improved Peripheral Vision - Can spot things out of the corner of his eye better than the average joe. Adult: Eventually, the socially underdeveloped Lenniel was kicked out of the house. This forced him to seek employment to make a living. He eventually settled in Arlas. He took up being a minor Scribe, helping to copy documents and other menial activities. The rest of his time was split between reading, and messing with his neighbors. Switching flowers across the street, making random objects jump up and start waltzing to an unseen orchestra, making papers get blown away in a sudden gust of wind, even pebbles into people's shoes. While severely annoying in some cases, he also tried to avoid hurting others seriously with his pranks. Phase Aspect: Magnanimous Prankster Recent Events: With the transition to Athera and the recent elf hunts, Lenniel decided not to return to Arlas. For a time he was homeless, picking up a few... acquaintances here and there along the way. Said acquaintances have convinced him to once again start learning Magic again. Sadly, he as fell to what were probably bandits a couple times along the road. But recently he has had a streak of luck: Lenniel acquired a house, secured over 2000 minas through a quick investment, is starting to learn and SUCCEED at casting magic, and is all in all rather pleased with his situation. Magic Arch-type: Alteration Sub-Type: Telekinesis Rank: Beginner Arch-type:Household Magic Rank: Master

Angoleth Nicknames: Angol (Pronounced Aengul or Angel) Age: 50 Gender: Female Race: High Elf Status: Active Description Height: Six feet, six inches. Weight: One hundred sixty pounds. Body Type: Straight/Hourglass Eyes: Blue Hair: Platinum Skin: Fair Markings/Tattoos: N/A Health: Healthy Personality: INTJ Inventory: To be added Further Details: N/A Life Style Alignment: Neutral Good Deity: Aeriel Religion: None Alliance/Nation/Home: Aesterwald/Annil'sul Job/Class: Mage Title(s): None Profession(s): Enchanter, Librarian, Masseuse Special Skill(s): Magic Flaw(s): Combat Magic Current Status: Mastered Arch-type: Alteration Sub-Type: Transfiguration Rank: 5 Weakness(es): Weakness Strength(s): Intelligence Current Spell(s): N/A Weaponry Fighting Style: None Trained Weapon[s]: None Favored Weapon: None Archery: Incapable Biography Parents: Aegnaer (Father), Anunis (Mother) Siblings: None Children: None Extended Family: None Pet(s): None History Artwork

Yulnii Elibar'acal Nicknames: The Golden Owl, Anti-mage Age: 41 Gender: Female Race: High Elf Status: Alive and crazy Description Height: 6 feet one inch. Weight: 135 pounds Body Type: Incredibly thin (near to the point of being unhealthy) Eyes: Dark blue Hair: Blonde Skin: Pale Markings/Tattoos: Scar along her left arm. Health: Physically well, mentally unwell Personality: Generally very friendly, but quick to anger. She is incredibly self-conscious. At times, she can seem to be controlled by another, completely different presence within her body. Inventory: A red rose in her hair, a golden owl necklace, and a small bag full of various knick-knacks. Further Details: As of now, none. Life Style Alignment*: Chaotic Neutral Deity*: None Religion: None Alliance/Nation/Home: Elves of Haelun'or/ Elibar'acal Family Job/Class: Sillumiran Title(s): Sillumir, Mali'i Profession(s): Practicing Fi'hiiran'tanya, protecting Haelun'or Special Skill(s): Fi'hiiran'seth, Fi'hiiran'tanya, incredible artistic ability Flaw(s): Can be quick to anger and quicker to make an enemy of. Her mental stability is in question due to the nature of her magic. Magic Current Status: Active, master in Fi'hiiran'seth. Adept at Fi'hiiran'acaele Arch-type: Fi'hiiran'tanya Sub-Type: Fi'hiiran'seth and Fi'hiiran'acaele Weakness(es): Physical strength, Necromancy Strength(s): All other magic Current Spell(s): Ailer's mist. Ailer's missile. Ailer's protection. Weaponry Fighting Style: Dagger/Anti'mage Trained Weapon[s]: Dagger, slight sword training Favored Weapon: Nothing Archery: Bare minimum of training Biography Parents: Iheiu Elibar'acal (Missing), Iyathii Mercahe (Missing) Siblings: None Children: None Extended Family: Valmuel Elibar'acal (Great-aunt), Naeri Elibar'acal (Uncle), Lorei Elibar'acal (Uncle), Athri Elibar'acal (Deceased, Uncle), Vulchirr Elibar'acal, Asul Elibar'acal (Cousins) Pet(s): Fox-Amber (Deceased) History - To be added when I am not a lazy bugger. Until then, check this out: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/topic/105651-the-march-of-the-golden-owl/?hl=elibar%26%2339%3Bacal Early History The Teenage Years The Destruction of Haelun'or The Sacrifice - Fi'hiiran'tanya The Wandering of the Conclave The Tomb The Fringe Artwork