Aranel Nolatari Fletcher

[Aranel Nolatari]

Player Name: Rayli

Name: Aranel Nolatari Fletcher

Age: 27

Race: Half-Elven

Height: 5 ft. 9 in.

Weight: 130 lbs.

Physical Description: Aranel is tall and slender, yet well-toned. Her hair is golden blonde and falls just below her shoulders, generally kept in a thick braid to keep it out of her way. Her eyes match the deep blue hues of the sea, sometimes appearing almost black when she is angry. High cheekbones give her face a striking, feminine appearance, a gift from her mother’s Elvish heritage.

Her attire is simple, brown-leather leggings and boots with a rough cloth tunic belted around her thin waist. When traveling she wears a thick woolen, hooded cloak to mask her obviously Elven ears.

Possessions: A very small pouch with a few bishan, a wooden bead necklace her father made for her, a bow and arrows she made herself, and a walking stick that doubles as a weapon when necessary.

Powers or Strengths: Aranel is skilled with her bow and arrow, but has used the skill only for hunting with her father up to this point. She has always had a sense of something beyond the reality she lives in, but due to discouragement by her father, she has never pursued these feelings. While she was raised to live by hunting, the death of any animal always pained her, but it was another feeling pushed aside out of deference to her father.

Weaknesses: Now that Aranel’s father has passed, years of suppressed feelings sometimes rush to the surface threatening to overwhelm her. She is confused about her heritage and where she belongs, so she does not trust anyone, for fear of the unknown. This fear has made it difficult for her to find friends – something she desperately needs.

History: Aranel was born on the westernmost edge of Caelteth Eyrop, in a small village named Seawyn, but has little memory of the place as she travelled to Thar Shaddin with her father, a human man named Marcus Fletcher, when she was only five years old. She has no memory of her mother, an elf woman named Loridioth Nolatari. Her father told her that her mother died when she was born, which is why he moved away, to escape the memories. They settled near the village of Shim and close enough to the town of Marn for her father to trade pelts he gathered hunting.

Being a man of the woods, Marcus did his best to teach his daughter all of the skills and wood-lore he knew. Aranel, eager to please her father, learned well and was able to help him hunt at an early age. She often wondered about her mother – and the race that she came from – but after seeing the look of pain in her father’s eyes when it was mentioned Aranel decided never to ask again.

Working hard with her father to survive gave Aranel a strong body and keen senses. When she was old enough she helped him hunt and prepare pelts for trade. When it came time to go to Marn, however, Aranel was always left at home. Out of fatherly concern or a desire to hide her mixed race, she would never know.

One day Aranel’s father went out hunting alone. When he did not return that night, she went out to look for him, worried that a wild animal had attacked him. What she found made her blood run cold…

Her father’s body was broken and torn, a vicious gash ripped from his throat. His skin was pale, drained of life-giving blood, and his eyes were frozen in a wide-eyed look of terror. Never before had Aranel encountered anything like this – and no animal she had ever seen or heard of could have done such damage…

The only plausible explanation was too horrific for Aranel’s grieving heart, but tears could not bring her father back. As they faded, she was left with a fierce resolve to try to find her father’s murderer.

Months of fruitless tracking, however, have left her weary. She has traveled to Marn alone with her few possessions, hoping to find something or someone that might lead to the answers she is looking for. Along the way, she secretly wishes to learn more about her mother and her Elven heritage… but with only a name and a distant memory, she knows it is likely a vain hope…

[Aranel Nolatari]

Note: History edited and submitted for re-approval

[Frug]

lol I'm sorry the map font is hard to read. It's Caelteth Eyrop and I changed it for you. The character is re-approved but the same note I gave to Mirko applies. That's some desolate and/or weird country out there. Elves would probably manage a lot better than humans.

[Aranel Nolatari]

Don't worry - eventually the story will come out as to why her father was there... I figured it would give a better explanation as to why she had an elven mother since you mentioned the islands were inhabited by them... Anyway - I'm sure I'll come up with a good explanation *grins*

And as to the spelling... I'm sorry - I did stare at it for several minutes then just guessed. I figured you'd let me know if I messed up Thanks!