Aren Moonbolt, character profile and stories

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Real Name: Aren Moonbolt Starym

Known name: Aren Moonbolt

Nicknames: None yet

Portrait: I sadly do not remember where at the vault I downloadeded it but I do think it was part of a pack actually, I'd be happy to send it to who ever wants it though.


IC Information
Current Age: 23
Attitude: Calm, though if provoked enough she does have quite a bit of a temper.
Appearance: She will for most times be wearing dresses in thin and soft fabrics dyed in various colours, from the purest white to the deepest auburn, but never in black. Her blade is almost always with in her reach.
Appearance, Part II. (Equipment worn): She wears padded armour of exceptional quality coloured in the shades of the autumn forest, golden and green. It's fitted close to her body to allow her to move as smoothly as possible through the brambles and bushes in the forest, with the exception of her sleeves. Never leaving her side while in her armour is her blade, Lindasira, Singing stream. It hangs at her right side so she might quickly draw it should she or another elf be in danger. Her hair is braided on the top of her head to keep her curls under control and she carries a hood more often than not as well for the same purpose. Though even while wearing the cowl her face and mild features are always visible to those she'd let see it, and rare are the times her face is showing hate or anger.


Common Statistics
Height: 165 cm / 5'4"
Weight: 41 kg / 90.4 lbs
Skin Tone: Fair, not pale nor tanned
Skin Texture: Smooth and flawless.
Eyes: Soft green without the for sunelves' usual goldflecks in them.
Hair: Copperred tending to the orange red, a shower of curls.
Accent: Elven (fluently) and Chondathan
Recognizable Features: Her ever lasting smile and wildy and curly hair. Despite her complete elven build she lacks the pointed ears.
Commonly spoken languages: Elven (fluently) and common
Race: Halfsunelf.
Left Handed or Right Handed: Lefthanded
Jewellery or Decorations: She wears little jewellery, mostly a neckband and at times she may choose to adorn her fingers with gold or silver rings.
Relatives: Parents: Mother: Valissa, Sunelf. Father: Garen Gez’alduran, human (former shade). Adoptive father: Nadin Moonbolt Starym (sunelf/moonelf). Siblings: A yonger brother, born just before she left for her adventurers. Godfather: Tristan de Tylduarte

General Information
Playing Status: Active.

OOC Information
Regional Feats (Concept Related):
Courteous magocracy: Being more of the lore master/scholar type of bard this seemed the logical choise
Weaponfocus; longsword: Her father, a bladesinger, has trained her well in the use of the blade.
Dodge: As part of her training to become a bladesinger.

Her gem collection: Aren's mother is the grandaughter of a golddragon, and while Aren has no intentions of pursuing her draconic past, at the risk of waking up the draconic past of her (biological)father, she's taken on a few oddities from them only futhered by her parents. When she took her first step she was lured from her mother's arms to her (adoptive)father's by a iuonstone, and as reward she was given a diamond to play with. Through out childhood she'd often be given gems in stead of other means to keep her quiet. That way obviously devellopping a liking for the gems and stones beauty.
Her mother has taught her to value each stone and never take anything for granted. She can get a desireful look in her eyes when she sees a particular beautiful stone, but she'd never ask to be given it, rather she'd ask to buy it. This has resulted in her not having the amount of gold she could have, but she has her gems and she's happy with those. Gold wont last for ever, how ever her collection could, and once she get a daughter she can pass it on to her.

Current Character Level: bard 11, fighter 3

Background:
Being the child of a hated father and a mother bordering the edge of insanity didn’t bode well for Aren when she because of one her mother's ex-husbands was born 3 months too early, during a kidnapping of the mother. She was blessed in the name of the Stormlord to prevent she'd ever be sacrificed to the Lady of Loss as her three siblings. It was already before her birth arranged that Tristan, a close friend of her mother and father, would pretend to be the father.
Tristan and Valissa did their best to keep appearance of them being the parents but as weeks passed it was soon known to most the truth and they didn't bothered anymore, though they kept together with Tristan's love for Valissa and promise to take care of Valissa and the child. But time came that Valissa lost her faith in everything and sunk deeper than possible. As time passed a bladesinger, Nadin, came to her rescue, he showed her love and care, not for her as a lover but for her as person and being; drawing her out of her deepest and darkest moments they became a couple and later married after Valissa had seen the Seldarines as those who could guide her soul. With the love and warmth from her two parents Aren grew up in a relatively safety if the few tries from her real father to kidnap her is overlooked. Her parents had made their home in a house build in the forests near the Standing Stone, and many were the times the girl wandered to the Stone and to see the entrance of Myth Drannor and it's splendours. She was taught to show mercy on those asking for it sincerely, to be humble and show patience and love for all beings except the most vile of creatures. She took to her the teachings of the Seldarines and Eilistraee, counting herself as an elf, but the knowledge of her true past is ever lingering in her mind.

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The evening was still young as she left without looking back. The tree in Suzail should take her away.

"Eveningstar, how ironic" she thought watching the stars begining to appear at the nights sky.

She'd given her words, if they understood or cared she didn't know nor was it importent now. All that ever mattered was to find peace far away from the towns and their prying eyes.

"Turlyk" she'd said to the ticketer after having looked at the distinations, she'd payed and stepped onto her travel of her soul and mind.

Stepping off the wagon the night was running late and she'd immediatly headed for the waterfalls and streams she'd passed on her way. The breeze was soft as was the rain falling on her slowly soaking her heavy robe through. She searched the many streams till she found what she needed, a small plateu, the stream running to both sides and down the edges. She sat down staring into the night's sky, letting the rain from above and the stream below her clear her mind for a while.
She drew a deep breath and stood up, for a while only listening to the stream and rain with her eyes closed. As she opens them again a soft smile lingers over her lips and her eyes seeming to stare afar. She steps through the stream and to the edge of the platue. As she slowly removes the blade from it's scabard and placing it to rest in her palms she settles her gaze on it as if it was the first time she laied her eyes at it. She speaks softly to the night, melodic, almost singing her words.
"Oilaniram eo Ilcc, nymailanem eo Tel'Quessir, cen ane aeym nyirecw ane laamela aey illw eaym nyirecwmal, iram fmeaniramla illw laelaanamla ameanir amelawas illw laanmalviran," she grips the hilt with her left hand, holding it tightly. "Vyeewa iram fcilwa illw vyeewa iram selw ..." *
Closing her eyes she drew a deep breath beore begining to hum softly, her blade gliding through the air slowly and her body circling itself in almost dance like movements in the spot where she stands. She bring the blade with her as if it was a partner in a dance, though a partner an extension of herself. Her eyes closed she forgets about time and place the blade and herself melting into one unity as if bonded through the song and dance, carefully she lifts her voice to let the wordsless song ring out through the hills.
As time passes and the nights draws to her body now longer seems to be able to carry her away in the dance. Finally opening her eyes once e more, they shine with light of the stars themself and her smile bright and misty as the moon's light on the fog in the nights. She sighs softly, contently and sits down where she stand and lets the blade rests in front of her, letting the dreamless reverie take over her body.



*"Father of all, creator of Tel'quessir (the People), look to your child this night, look to her soul and give it peace to serve you and your children, her brothers and sisters with strenght and wisdom," ... "Guide her blade and guide her mind ..."


((Originally posted here: frc.proboards37.com/index.cgi?board=regalgriffon&action=display&thread=1170465028

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She smiled as the sun sat, smiled to the coming night, smiled in the honour of love and time, but fore mostly did she smile to Quendros. At these moments it felt impossible to believe it was to be their last night, and while the thought was saddening she felt no sorrow for what was to come. The Daughter of the Night Skies would watch over them, light their paths just as the Father would protect them from any dangers, this night Lady Goldheart would smile on them.

Laying back in the grass she thought back on the last tenday. They had spend their time in the settlement and walked in the forest. He had a single time taken her to see where he'd be hunting from now on. The deep woods, it was the only time her heart had ached - for late should she forget the loss of another of the woods protectors. But he'd smiled and the look in his eyes had washed away her pains, she'd seen into his heart, seen it was where he belonged, as he'd seen into her heart, known she had to go other places. He was the woods' protector, she their People's, both servants to what they loved the most, the vast family of the Seldarine and their children.

Eyes closing as she curled into him, in his arms finding the comfort and strength he'd given her before. It was their night, their last night, it was only a moment in time, but for ever in their memories.

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She closed her eyes, pretending to find rest until she was certain her love had entered reverie, then opened them, staring blankly into darkness of the room.

"You'll walk a lonesome path."
"Yes father, I know. But I feel it's my calling. And Quen will be there for me. He shares the same desires as I do."
"That's good my girl, but be mindful, love isn't easy."
"I will father. Will you teach me now ?"
Her father had shown her the first steps to what should become a long and hard training.

She blinked a few times, maybe reverie had taken her anyway. Then slowly dozing off again.

The words hit like lightning, she couldn't breath, she couldn't think, she couldn't even stand up. She backed away from her friend, sinking down at the ground.
"It's not his fault, it's not his fault, he's just telling you what you should have seen. You're not good enough. Not even good enough that he'd tell you he had another.”
Her father's words echoing in her head. "but me mindful, love isn't easy."
Quen had betrayed her, he'd lied to her, she could never trust love again.

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She stirred in her rest, but this time she didn't awaken.

"El anira lilsa eo anira Nyemeliceo Arvandor, E illan anirilan anirela fcilwa fa lilsaw illa ill waoalwam eo Tel'quessir… illw lairilcc lean fa ylaaw ane elanalaneelilcaa irilms illa eo anira Tel'quessir eo veewamecc.
Latyailn anira lilsa aey amelair oem aen ane irilela, Aren."*
"Lindasira"**
The highcleric of the Father had blessed her blade, to signify her renewed interest in her training. She'd wanted to walk her path once more, she'd seen how she'd neglected her love for the People, been selfish and used all her love for someone not giving it back to her.

She absently reached out to the blade, reassuring herself it was still there, a smile, then her hand sought something even more valuable, laying to her other side.

"And really I like you for what you are, not who you were. I can't deny I'm curious to understand what you were, but it'd not change my view on you, now"
He smiled slightly to her. "...thank you"
She smiled back at him, lovingly, fingers brushing away a stray strand of his hair. Slowly, cautiously she'd leaned in and kissed his cheek.
He'd smiled at her again, returning her kiss. "And I like you for what you are."

Her head resting at his chest he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a gentle hug. He hesitates a long moment, as if considering something. Leaning in he gives her a brief, soft, kiss on the lips.
She returns it, her eyes shining with a joy and life they'd not done for a long time, if ever, and then after a long pause, he leans in and gives her another kiss.
"I love you, Aren."


*"In the name of the Coronal of Arvandor, I ask that this blade be named as defender of the People... and shall not be used to intentionally harm any of the People of good will.
Speak the name you wish for it, Aren"
**Singing stream

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She stirred again, her hands holding his tightly. A few tears showing in her open eyes, they awoke her and her eyes refocuses on the presence for a short while before she drifts back into reverie.

"I will not allow him in this place to His worship, if I must I'll use force to keep you out, both of you"
Entori had left them standing there, alone, as he teleported away. So much they wanted to say, so much they wanted to explain, how dearly she had longed for his help. In stead he was going to kill them ?

"You must understand, as the highcleric I cannot continue your training while you two spend time together."
"But don't you think our Father would welcome home a lost child ?"
"It'd leave a wrong impression, if I did. He's not trusted."
"But he seeks to redeem himself, Vinduil"
"I've never spoken to him. He's never come to me showing his intentions. Please understand my decition"
She nodded. Her heart filled with sorrow, but she wasn't going to give up. She'd found a friend, she had offered her help and she couldn't back out just because they didn't like her decition.
She'd found a friend, someone who should be a lover, but at what cost ? She'd lost friends, many friends, they had turned their backs to her when she'd needed them the most. Didn't they know about forgivness, didn’t they know about love for those who are lost and returning ?

She shivered as the sorrow filled her up and the tears fall from her eyes to her hands. She wasn't sure when she’d awoken but the warm wetness from her tears wasn't in her mind, they were real. She spoke quietly to herself.

"I wont give up, I've found love, a love that’ll let me bloom, that'll let me protect the People, who understands that my time will be dedicated often to them…"
Her father's voice echoing in her mind again. "You'll walk a lonesome path."
"Yes father, my path will be lonesome, but I'll have Celith at my side."

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"Sweet dreams" The voice said before she heard the lock click.
Under normal circumstances she'd have taught him about how elves did not actually dream unless the Luminous Cloud sent them such dreams, or visions. But her mind was too clouded to even think so far, and she neither wished to provoke him into dragging her back on the rack for mouthing off more. She'd never thought it possible for any being to endure so much pain, not for others to inflict so much pain during such a small period of time.

Slipping into reverie had always been something she'd found easy, probably because her parents had spend so much time teaching her that in stead of sleeping. But no matter what position she tried to place herself in she couldn't relax. She wondered if she'd ever be able to use her blade again. It had felt as if her arms were about to go free from the shoulders one of the times, and undoubtly they'd stretched something, but the question was how serious it was.

And even if she would regain a proper use of her arms there was her knees. In the position the man had thrown her into she could see some puncture like wounds in each knee, having been dragged from the rack to the cell by her hair had scraped off most of the dried blood. She wondered how she could even use her legs as it was now.

She closed her eyes, trying to find rest if she couldn't find reverie, she needed a way to endure the pain so she could use the few spells she still had to at least seal those wounds, that they wouldn't get infected. Her voice was strained as she whispered.

Lifegiver, I ask that you give me the strength to see myself through this. I ask that you help me to live the long life you've blessed me with.
Lady Goldheart, I ask that you'll give me faith in my loved ones. You've given me true love, let me live through this to see it again.
Our Father, I ask that you'll give my friends and dear ones the wisdom to know what to do and find me.
Daughter of the Night, I ask that you'll light their paths, so they'll not be blinded in the dark that surrounds me.
Night Hunter, I ask that you'll give them the strength to strike down for revenge on those who has so wrongly hurted me.
She paused a moment.
I do not ask that I'll return pretty, the scars matters little. Only that I may live to see my dear ones and live my blessed life with them, again.

Calling on her family somehow gave her enough peace. She knew she'd be safe. Family did not abandoned family, they'd help them find her and she'd stand against what she had to until such happened. Her eyes focused on something beyond the prison walls.
She murmured softly as she reached down placing each hand near her knees and let the healing magic do what little it could. The pain was still there, but it was less. Slowly her eyes emptied as she drifted into an uneasy reverie.