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Name: Saronai Aldaríon Nickname: Saronai Age: 213 Species: High Elf Religion/Spirituality: Druid. Believes all life is sacred, everyone has their own path to follow and all are but different names for the same things. Believes in the circular path of all natural things, like nature, all things are born, die, and then are born again. Will stand up for her beliefs and is not willing to be led into things she does not agree with, no matter who is doing the leading. The things she believes in are basic and subject to change, however, because though she feels certain things to be right in her heart, she does not know specifics, she is merely a seeker of true spirituality and definitely not a follower of any set religion. Personality: A tendency to be stand-offish and often a loner, though she will join in with others if she is interested, she often keeps herself separate from others, not in a better-than-thee sense, but more as an unwillingness to get close to anybody else. She can often be found seeking the seclusion and solitude of nature which is her best friend. Others may at first think she is too serious for her own good, but the more they are around her, the more they will realize that she has a tendency to see humor in everything, if only it be wry and ironic humor. She is quick to laugh, and will often do so at herself as much as others. A sadness lingers about her, however, hidden deep within, sometimes she can feel it, but it is unexplained. There is much of her past she does not remember. Description: Long, partially wavy, light brown hair, sometimes seen as being a very dark blonde with no bangs. Pale skin, dark blue eyes that can sometimes change with her surroundings to green, gray, true blue, and on rarer occassions, black. Her build is medium and a little too heavy for an elf from a lack of exercise for an extended period of time. This embarasses her greatly, as she is not as lithe and enduring as she would like to be and she neither understands why nor remembers how she came to be this way. However, she does not concentrate on her weight too badly, and is only concious of it around other High elves or in formal occassions, otherwise, her weight is nearly forgotten. Her face is more rounded than the common elf, her cheek bones set high, though barely pronounced, her face is thin even though it is rounded and her eyes are an almond shape, not too big, nor too small. Her nose is small and straight, almost cute and she has a very slight cleft in her chin, almost unnoticeable, but there. Her ears taper out to a point just like the rest of her kind. Her lips are an average size, not thin nor pronounced but her feet are a little bigger than most of her kind has. History: She does not know and neither do I. All that clues her in to her past is that she awoke in a scorched forest remembering nothing, not even her name. Her only clues were a crumpled piece of parchment in her hand with writing she has been unable to translate and the clay flute pendant about her neck with the engraving Saronai Aldaríon on the back which she took to be her name. All that I know for now is that something terrible happened to her and she wrote a spell to make herself forget it all. Name: Saronai Aldaríon Nickname: Saronai Age: 213 Species: High Elf Religion/Spirituality: Druid. Believes all life is sacred, everyone has their own path to follow and all are but different names for the same things. Believes in the circular path of all natural things, like nature, all things are born, die, and then are born again. Will stand up for her beliefs and is not willing to be led into things she does not agree with, no matter who is doing the leading. The things she believes in are basic and subject to change, however, because though she feels certain things to be right in her heart, she does not know specifics, she is merely a seeker of true spirituality and definitely not a follower of any set religion. Personality: A tendency to be stand-offish and often a loner, though she will join in with others if she is interested, she often keeps herself separate from others, not in a better-than-thee sense, but more as an unwillingness to get close to anybody else. She can often be found seeking the seclusion and solitude of nature which is her best friend. Others may at first think she is too serious for her own good, but the more they are around her, the more they will realize that she has a tendency to see humor in everything, if only it be wry and ironic humor. She is quick to laugh, and will often do so at herself as much as others. A sadness lingers about her, however, hidden deep within, sometimes she can feel it, but it is unexplained. There is much of her past she does not remember. Description: Long, partially wavy, light brown hair, sometimes seen as being a very dark blonde with no bangs. Pale skin, dark blue eyes that can sometimes change with her surroundings to green, gray, true blue, and on rarer occassions, black. Her build is medium and a little too heavy for an elf from a lack of exercise for an extended period of time. This embarasses her greatly, as she is not as lithe and enduring as she would like to be and she neither understands why nor remembers how she came to be this way. However, she does not concentrate on her weight too badly, and is only concious of it around other High elves or in formal occassions, otherwise, her weight is nearly forgotten. Her face is more rounded than the common elf, her cheek bones set high, though barely pronounced, her face is thin even though it is rounded and her eyes are an almond shape, not too big, nor too small. Her nose is small and straight, almost cute and she has a very slight cleft in her chin, almost unnoticeable, but there. Her ears taper out to a point just like the rest of her kind. Her lips are an average size, not thin nor pronounced but her feet are a little bigger than most of her kind has. History: She does not know and neither do I. All that clues her in to her past is that she awoke in a scorched forest remembering nothing, not even her name. Her only clues were a crumpled piece of parchment in her hand with writing she has been unable to translate and the clay flute pendant about her neck with the engraving Saronai Aldaríon on the back which she took to be her name. All that I know for now is that something terrible happened to her and she wrote a spell to make herself forget it all. Saronai :: remember :: |
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