[Hider=Aelinor Kiandall][center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e3/b4/fe/e3b4fe0f84c1f385a9b1d31d06e8c88d.jpg[/img][/center] [color=82ca9d][b]Name:[/b][/color] [indent]Aelinor "Eli" Kiandall[/indent] [color=82ca9d][b]Gender:[/b] [/color] [indent]Female[/indent] [color=82ca9d][b]Age: [/b][/color] [indent]23 (around 14 in human years)[/indent] [color=82ca9d][b]Race:[/b] [/color] [indent]Wood Elf[/indent] [color=82ca9d][b]Personality: [/b][/color] [indent]Eli is an emotional person, in both the good and the bad - though it may not be apparent at first glance. Her parents always taught her that a hunter's greatest tools are a cool head and a brave heart, and she does her best to exemplify those traits to the best of her ability. [i]Especially [/i]now that she no longer has her parents or townspeople to rely on. As such, when you first meet her she likely comes across as disciplined, mature and dependable. Having been the leader in her group of friends and an elder sister to her sibling, she seems to have experience when it comes to leading, taking responsibility and looking after others. Indeed, she would like to consider herself levelheaded and logical, even wise beyond her years. But at the end of the day, she is still a teen - and all that it entails. As said, she is emotional, very much so; all that she feels, she feels tenfold. Her usual calm belies a firecracker, easily ignited by many a thing. She's curious, quick to shed her ladylike exterior by the lure of an adventure or a challenge. Equally easy is to earn her scorn; you need not but underestimate her, treat her as a child or try to challenge her self-proclaimed authority and you've got yourself a conflict waiting to happen. And though she dislikes it, tears are not a stranger to her. Tears over cute things, tears over hapless things, tears over sad stories and beautiful love. Perhaps the worst combination, however, are her stubbornness and pride. Fiercely independent and suffering from a 'big sister syndrome', she sees it as her duty to gather as much responsibility on her shoulders as she possibly can - only to eventually end up crumbling underneath the weight and stubbornly lash out as a result of it. And yet, her pride forbids her from asking or accepting help. In short, underneath the exterior of a graceful young lady, Eli is a prideful firecracker with endless ambition and empathy - but also a lot to learn about sharing responsibilities and not trying to take on the world alone. [/indent] [color=82ca9d][b]Fears: [/b][/color] [indent]➳ [b]Losing face / failure[/b]- While most people probably don't like failure, Eli takes it to the extreme. She's a proud little thing who has set her mind on being independent and responsible - and will not allow herself to look anything but. She [i]will [/i]deny help (even when it would be needed) to prove herself that she [i]can [/i] do what she's set out to accomplish, and will assure you that 'she'll be fine' to the very bitter end. ➳ [b]Fire[/b] - Ever since her forest home was set ablaze, Eli has been terrified of fire. Seeing it in a controlled form, such as on a torch, hearth or at the heart of a camp does little more than make her keep her distance. However, open fires or fire magic are quick to give her flashbacks and nausea. [/INDENT] [color=82ca9d][b]Background: [/b][/color] [indent]Up until the tragedy struck, Aelinor led an entirely regular life. So regular, in fact, that for years she thought it boring and dull. Had she only known what the future held for her, she might've had more appreciation for the slow summer afternoons and brisk winter mornings of her youth. Eli was born as the eldest of two children to a pair of Wood Elf hunters. Her parents were neither rich nor poor, and their name carried neither infamy nor power. They were a typical family of four, hunting game to sell on the market every afternoon. Since young, Aelinor was taught in the ways of the bow, oftentimes accompanying her father to hunting trips just outside town. For years, she was just like any other child her age. She spent most of her days outside - playing, laughing, teasing her brother and at times, venturing into the forest to find berries and mushrooms for an afternoon snack. She was outgoing and wild, usually the leader of her group of friends - and always the first one to make it to the top of an apple tree. At times, her parents would scold her for being too unruly, and eventually she would learn to balance out two Elis. One that combed her hair to perfection and smiled politely at the elders as she passed them by, a pinnacle of grace and beauty. And another that soaked her pretty clothes in mud for a slightly closer look at a passing-by curiosity of a lizard, unafraid to follow it up a tree or down a hill. Then, one evening, things began to change. Eli woke up to the sounds of a skirmish just outside her home. Curious and worried, she hopped out of bed and tiptoed her way to the window, peering out into the darkness. She could make out the vague shapes of her neighbours, exchanging blows and profanities. In a few minutes, more people seemed to wake and step outside, though not in order to break up the fight - but to join it. Eli's father pried her from the window, tucked her back in and promised it was nothing a child should worry her head over. He was wrong. The next day, it was the family down the street that found themselves wrapped up in a sudden conflict; as were the town's bakers, guards, and that funny old lady that used to read her stories whenever she paid her a visit. And unlike last night, it did not end only with a few bruises and bloodied noses. There were [i]bodies,[/i] lying lifeless on the streets. The details of the following week are a blur. Eli can recall the madness reaching her very house, and the fight that broke out between her parents. She can remember taking her little brother's hand and pulling him with away. And then she remembers the [i]flames[/i], red hot fingers tearing at roofs and trees until the entire world was ablaze. One moment, she was holding her brother's hand. The next, she wasn't. Eli cannot remember how or when she got out of the forest, but she must've done so. She can remember solitude, panic, fear, despair - and another pair of eyes, reflecting everything she felt. No, not just one pair of eyes; two, three, four-- Before she knew it, she was no longer alone. [/indent] [color=82ca9d][b]Weapon of Choice:[/b] [/color] [indent]➳ [b]Bow[/b] - Aelinor's primary weapon, and the only one she can claim any proficiency with. The bow is made out of wood and carried around strapped to her back, close to her quiver. ➳[b] Dagger [/b]- A light-weight blade used more for carving wood or skinning game than actual combat. She [i]can [/i]use it to stab or slash at someone in a pinch, but has no actual combat experience with it. Usually carried around on her belt, however she has been known to hide it in her boot from time to time.[/indent] [color=82ca9d][b]Magic: [/b][/color] [indent] ➳ [b]Animal communication[/b] - When perfected, this branch of magic allows its practitioner to fully communicate with - and by extension, often befriend - most animals they come across, even some of magical nature. However, Aelinor is decades from mastering this ability, and can only communicate with animals on a rudimentary level. Misunderstandings may and do occur still, like that one time she accidentally insulted a bear...[/indent] [color=82ca9d][b]Skills: [/b][/color] [indent] ➳ [b]Hunter [/b]- Though young, Eli has been hunting for many a year now, and that has honed her senses. She has sharp eyes, acute hearing, and she can both recognize and track many species of animals in the wild. Also, what she lacks in physical strength with her bow, she makes up with accuracy. She's a very good shot, even if she doesn't have enough strength to pierce the thickest hides with her arrows. ➳ [b]Survivalist [/b]- Somewhat related to the above. Sometimes finding game could take days in the wild, with no settlements in sight. And while she was never on these trips alone without an adult, they proved useful in picking up various skills related to survival in the wild. She knows which berries and mushrooms are healthy and which dangerous, how to tell directions, find water and start a fire - [i]at least in a forest[/i]. In open fields, deserts, cities and glaciers, she is as lost as any other child. ➳ [b]Potionist [/b]- Though it isn't her forte, Eli has knowledge on a few basic potions. Provided she has all the necessary ingredients, she can create potions that may accelerate the healing process on an injured area, induce sleep, increase your ability to focus or perform tasks needing precision, and ones that can somewhat suppress pain. She needs the exact ingredients required for her concoctions however, and attempts to substitute one ingredient for another may end up in tragedy. [/indent] [color=82ca9d][b]Other: [/b][/color] [indent] ➳ The Kiandall family tended to use various birds of prey to aid them in their hunts. However, since Eli was considered much too young to handle a hawk or an eagle, she was given a smaller bird to start out with. Enter her pet sparrow, Elion. He's small and not very powerful, but he has keen eyes and has been taught to scout. Eli considers the bird her friend and adores him to death.[/indent][/hider]