Post by lovedbyyendis on May 25, 2020 12:37:22 GMT -5
18-20 years old
Deep Chestnut Hair
Icy Sapphire Eyes
Born to Alan and Iana Migand of Rivermoot in the Silver Marches.
Rivermoot is a small village near High Hold where adventurers would frequent. Alan owns a supply transport caravan which obtained and delivered goods to merchants in the local area. Iana often works in her brother's inn doing various tasks such as cooking and cleaning. The family was not rich, but they were far from poor. Aria could have stayed at home, working occasionally for her father for the rest of her life with no financial worries. It was the last thing she wanted.
As a small child, Aria had a lot of time to roam around Rivermoot. She spent many days in Furin's Forge, learning from the dwarf about the different types of weapons, even occasionally getting to learn of far away and exotic weapons an adventurer found on some poor soul's body. There was always a supply of common and uncommon weapons and ammunition making it's way through his hands. When she wasn't there, she'd visit with Rappi in the general store. The halfling was quite adept at keeping the people of Rivemoot supplied, and though many were unaware, he was also teaching little Aria the basics about trap setting and disarming, lock picking, and allowing your quick movements and flexibility protect you as much as metal armor ever could. She would bribe regular adventurers into teaching her skills she would have otherwise never picked up. When she wasn't learning from a person, her nose was buried in a book. She had several journals hidden about the town full of notes, tips, tricks, and even secrets that she didn't want her parents to find.
When Aria was seven years old she met Mellani Lorata, a bard from High Hold. She was memorized by her beauty, her voice, and her stories. They would sit on the cliff behind the inn and talk about whatever Mellani had recently achieved, encountered, or mastered. Knowing Mellani and hearing the stories straight from her mouth was better than any book could dream of being. Mellani was a force of nature. Among other things, she spoke several languages, helped a town survive werechickens, fallen in love with a half dragon, and ridden a Balor. She made a day for Aria each week and taught her the dragon tongue. Aria looked up to her more than any other adventurer she'd ever met. Not only was she a wonderful bard, but she could swing an axe better than anyone she'd ever seen.
By the time Aria turned 15 she'd decided that this was the life that she wanted to live. She knew that magic did not run in her family, so she'd have to study if she wanted to master arcane abilities. Studying wasn't a problem, but she dedicated the time she had left in Rivermoot to continue learning bardic abilities from Mellani. She practiced with the shield and sword, even enlisted the help of the local militia leader, an ornery elf named Jasrin, to help her learn to use the long bow. Alan and Iana knew about some of Aria's doings, but not all of them. They discouraged her and explained that a life of adventure was dangerous and foolish. There were people destined to help others from the dangers of the world and we were not those people. Aria continued her book studying, helping at the inn, and training so her parents could never complain about her neglecting her duties, but she longed for a life away from the mundane. She wanted a life of duty and adventure.
For years, despite her secrecy, Aria prayed, without fail, daily, to Tyr.
"Lord of Justice, Tyr, please help me find my place. May you bless me with the ability to help those that are in need and right those that have been wronged. May my voice always offer truth and justice."
On her 18th birthday, after a small celebration at Uncle Sill's she informed her parents she would leave the next day for Cormyr. Though, they anticipated this day, they were angry. They refused to financially help her with supplies for her trip or otherwise and asked that if she left, she not come back until she was ready to stay. Though saddened, Aria's mind was set, in the morning, she would start her way to Cormyr. That night, she prayed to Tyr for a safe trip, his blessing in her venture, and the will to follow through.