Post by Tris on Jun 17, 2011 16:28:27 GMT -5
Name: Laereth Mormeril
Age: 180
Race: Elf
Occupation: Spy and Mind breaker
Other: Not having much prowess for hand to hand combat, and less for sword play, some wonder why she would ever be wanted to join ran-dolen, it was her ability to expertly break into others minds and discover their secrets, that brought her to their attention.
Allegiance: Du Weldenvarden
Physical Description: At 6’3” Laereth is about average for an elf, her build is muscular but small and very flexible, with long legs built for running. Her face is thin with little slits for her small but vivid green eyes, black short hair, a button nose, which looks rather out of place on her face, and lips that look like they rarely smile. The only part of her face that is worth a second look is a dragon tattoo, on the side of her head, from her forehead to her cheek bone, hiding an ugly looking scar, and depending on what job she is doing she can change it to look like a birth mark or a rash.
Laereth wears what blends in most with her surroundings and the people in it, the one constant in her clothing are a pair of nee high boots, especially made for the Ran-Dolen, made to make it easier to run in the forest; the only armor she ever wears is light leather. Just like her cloths her weapons vary, she is best at staff and hand to hand combat, but she always carries a dagger. No matter where she is going Laereth always likes to go light, she is often seen wearing a small leather bag, but she prefers to just buy what she needs on the way.
Personality: Though Laereth is quiet do to her upbringing and profession, she is not shy. Her temperament is that she is most happy when she is on a job doing something; she hates to sit still, making it hard for her to plan anything, a trait that she did not have when she was young, but gained since her time with the ran-dolen. While Laereth hates to sit till she often has to, because she is not a good enough fighter that she can not go in to such situations with weapons flashing, she must wait and calculate, and that irritates her more then she can say. As for her loyalties, she follows orders and does not question authority, living through the blue divide she believes the riders are cowards and pathetic.
History: The wind was howling and rain soaked Kirtan the night Laereth Mormeril took her first breath. That also was the night a middle aged elven woman named Eira was on her way home from a bakery when she saw a baby just outside the door to the house where she worked, taking the child in she brought it to the master of the house. The family that lived there were known for their good works in Kirtan, they tried to find the babes parents but to no avail, so the master charged Eira and the other servants to bring her up to be a servant.
Through Laereth was really brought up by all the servants, Eira was the one she called mother, because most of her youngest years were spent in the kitchen with her mother, learning her letters and numbers, or in a small place set aside for her when Eira was busy. That was the place where she first started to reach out with her mind to the rats and ants that where inside, and when she got enough confidence the other elves in the house, because none of them had any training to defend themselves from her silent attacks, she could wander about in their minds all day without them knowing, opening doors that no little girl should ever open, and some of the things she saw haunted her for years. But when she got older she had very little time to explore minds, because her training to become a servant began, the first things she was taught was how to clean things to perfusion, then spells to keep them clean, how to keep all her emotions out of her face, and other such lessons. Though Laereth never hated her jobs, she was always happiest when she could wander alone through Kirtan, scaling walls, climbing trees and running.
At 60 Laereth became a full fledged servant, and soon she realized that her days as a servant were numbered. But she felt an obligation to the house and the mother who had taken her in, so she stayed. For 70 years she worked, but she was always looking for an escape from the dullness of her life. Later rumors started circulating around Kirtan, about the insane king of Brodding planning something, no one believed them and when the humans attacked, they found Kirtan totally unprepared. The days that followed where life changing for Laereth, her mother and most of the family got out of the city, but she stayed and fight with the few elves that remand, after days of blood and horror the humans where driven back, and because her mind breaking skills she was offered a place in an small elite group of elves called to Ran-Dolen, the group was designed to cause small but significant damage to the enemy. Happy to be given a chance to serve outside of the army, she accepted, and was soon sprinting through the woods and killing without a thought. When the elven army finally came to the front lines and the war really began, the Ran-Dolen became a more official part of the army, and a camp was even built for the most distinguished of the elven army. Laereth went to this camp and honed her skills, when they believed she was ready she and seven others were put in to a unit and sent out.
In the years that followed the war raged on and the Ran-Dolen where sent to do the small but critical missions, becoming a menace to the humans. In those years Laereth and her unit became a close nit community; a family, a family like no other she had ever known. She was especially good friends with an elf named Caedan Tovaenir, and after years of killing Laereth saw a change coming over him, something like remorse, she had never seen him hesitate in anything he did, but one day she saw him standing over a human he had just killed with tears in his eyes, she had tried to talk to him about it but he had just shrugged her off. That night she was on guard duty at the north side of the camp when she heard screams coming from the camp, the next minuets where somewhat a blur to her, but she remembered running and something big and sharp hitting her head, then darkness. When she woke up again her vision was hazy with pain and fatigue, but she recognized Caedans face over her grimacing. When she woke up for the second time, she was in an elven hospital, her head bandaged from a very bad wound as the healers told her. Weeks past before she was told the whole story of what had happened that night, the humans had somehow learned there position and had gone in with their best fighters and killed the whole unit, all excepted Laereth and Caedan. They told her that Caedan had carried her all the way to the nearest army hospital, given her to the best healers then disappeared, with out a scratch.
Months later the war ended with the death of the Brodding king, Laereth got out of the hospital and entered a broken world with hatred and revenge in her heart. She believed Caedan abandoned her family to die and vowed to find him and kill him. But she had no means to travel, so when a retired army general learned of her past and asked her to became a spy for Du Weldenvarden, she excepted and began her search for the man who she believed caused the deaths of her unit and family.
Age: 180
Race: Elf
Occupation: Spy and Mind breaker
Other: Not having much prowess for hand to hand combat, and less for sword play, some wonder why she would ever be wanted to join ran-dolen, it was her ability to expertly break into others minds and discover their secrets, that brought her to their attention.
Allegiance: Du Weldenvarden
Physical Description: At 6’3” Laereth is about average for an elf, her build is muscular but small and very flexible, with long legs built for running. Her face is thin with little slits for her small but vivid green eyes, black short hair, a button nose, which looks rather out of place on her face, and lips that look like they rarely smile. The only part of her face that is worth a second look is a dragon tattoo, on the side of her head, from her forehead to her cheek bone, hiding an ugly looking scar, and depending on what job she is doing she can change it to look like a birth mark or a rash.
Laereth wears what blends in most with her surroundings and the people in it, the one constant in her clothing are a pair of nee high boots, especially made for the Ran-Dolen, made to make it easier to run in the forest; the only armor she ever wears is light leather. Just like her cloths her weapons vary, she is best at staff and hand to hand combat, but she always carries a dagger. No matter where she is going Laereth always likes to go light, she is often seen wearing a small leather bag, but she prefers to just buy what she needs on the way.
Personality: Though Laereth is quiet do to her upbringing and profession, she is not shy. Her temperament is that she is most happy when she is on a job doing something; she hates to sit still, making it hard for her to plan anything, a trait that she did not have when she was young, but gained since her time with the ran-dolen. While Laereth hates to sit till she often has to, because she is not a good enough fighter that she can not go in to such situations with weapons flashing, she must wait and calculate, and that irritates her more then she can say. As for her loyalties, she follows orders and does not question authority, living through the blue divide she believes the riders are cowards and pathetic.
History: The wind was howling and rain soaked Kirtan the night Laereth Mormeril took her first breath. That also was the night a middle aged elven woman named Eira was on her way home from a bakery when she saw a baby just outside the door to the house where she worked, taking the child in she brought it to the master of the house. The family that lived there were known for their good works in Kirtan, they tried to find the babes parents but to no avail, so the master charged Eira and the other servants to bring her up to be a servant.
Through Laereth was really brought up by all the servants, Eira was the one she called mother, because most of her youngest years were spent in the kitchen with her mother, learning her letters and numbers, or in a small place set aside for her when Eira was busy. That was the place where she first started to reach out with her mind to the rats and ants that where inside, and when she got enough confidence the other elves in the house, because none of them had any training to defend themselves from her silent attacks, she could wander about in their minds all day without them knowing, opening doors that no little girl should ever open, and some of the things she saw haunted her for years. But when she got older she had very little time to explore minds, because her training to become a servant began, the first things she was taught was how to clean things to perfusion, then spells to keep them clean, how to keep all her emotions out of her face, and other such lessons. Though Laereth never hated her jobs, she was always happiest when she could wander alone through Kirtan, scaling walls, climbing trees and running.
At 60 Laereth became a full fledged servant, and soon she realized that her days as a servant were numbered. But she felt an obligation to the house and the mother who had taken her in, so she stayed. For 70 years she worked, but she was always looking for an escape from the dullness of her life. Later rumors started circulating around Kirtan, about the insane king of Brodding planning something, no one believed them and when the humans attacked, they found Kirtan totally unprepared. The days that followed where life changing for Laereth, her mother and most of the family got out of the city, but she stayed and fight with the few elves that remand, after days of blood and horror the humans where driven back, and because her mind breaking skills she was offered a place in an small elite group of elves called to Ran-Dolen, the group was designed to cause small but significant damage to the enemy. Happy to be given a chance to serve outside of the army, she accepted, and was soon sprinting through the woods and killing without a thought. When the elven army finally came to the front lines and the war really began, the Ran-Dolen became a more official part of the army, and a camp was even built for the most distinguished of the elven army. Laereth went to this camp and honed her skills, when they believed she was ready she and seven others were put in to a unit and sent out.
In the years that followed the war raged on and the Ran-Dolen where sent to do the small but critical missions, becoming a menace to the humans. In those years Laereth and her unit became a close nit community; a family, a family like no other she had ever known. She was especially good friends with an elf named Caedan Tovaenir, and after years of killing Laereth saw a change coming over him, something like remorse, she had never seen him hesitate in anything he did, but one day she saw him standing over a human he had just killed with tears in his eyes, she had tried to talk to him about it but he had just shrugged her off. That night she was on guard duty at the north side of the camp when she heard screams coming from the camp, the next minuets where somewhat a blur to her, but she remembered running and something big and sharp hitting her head, then darkness. When she woke up again her vision was hazy with pain and fatigue, but she recognized Caedans face over her grimacing. When she woke up for the second time, she was in an elven hospital, her head bandaged from a very bad wound as the healers told her. Weeks past before she was told the whole story of what had happened that night, the humans had somehow learned there position and had gone in with their best fighters and killed the whole unit, all excepted Laereth and Caedan. They told her that Caedan had carried her all the way to the nearest army hospital, given her to the best healers then disappeared, with out a scratch.
Months later the war ended with the death of the Brodding king, Laereth got out of the hospital and entered a broken world with hatred and revenge in her heart. She believed Caedan abandoned her family to die and vowed to find him and kill him. But she had no means to travel, so when a retired army general learned of her past and asked her to became a spy for Du Weldenvarden, she excepted and began her search for the man who she believed caused the deaths of her unit and family.
