Airael Nei'Loth, Teacher of the Forest, Priestess of Ilraeth, High Herald
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Level : 51 Sex : female Race : wood-elf
Ethos : Neutral Align : Neutral Class : druid
Practices: 1 Trains : 0 Hometown : Open Plains
Exp : 557300 To Level : 26000 Sphere : Death
Age : old, 973 years old (659 hours)
Hit Point: 851 /851 Mana : 1145 /1145 Move : 733 /733
Str : 18(19) Int : 23(23) Wis : 21(17)
Dex : 19(19) Con : 15(17) Chr : 21(21)


ROLE (Just the original, not additions)

With her father being one of the High Elven kin and her mother being a druid of the Sylvan race, Airael Nei Loth was born unexpectedly within the Inn of the Eternal Star. Her father seeing this a strange thing, named her Airael which was high elven for “Eternal star”. Her mother added to her name when she took her child deep within Emerald forest later in her life to raise her in a calm and serene environment. When Airael was just a child, she felt that she did not belong within the city where her father had brought her to live as she was yearning for escape into the wilds. As time passed, many things changed before her eyes. A sudden battle between Darsylon and the Dark elves of the Underdark claimed her fathers life but her mother escaped with her far from the city, within the wild. There she was taught by her mother the ways of the druids. For long they remained hidden in the forests, finding inner peace at last. When Airael grew into a young maiden, she had already be taught all she could learn from her mother but the woods were no longer safe from those who would come from time to time and defile them, slaying all druids, dryads and brownies that lived happily within them. One night as Airael was singing within the woods, a band of orcs and dark elves raided her homeland, slaying all those who resided there. She ran to her mother but it was too late as she found her slaughtered with a spear through her heart. At that moment Airael’s spirit froze cold as she saw her mother lifeless before her. She felt alone and abandoned but did not leave the forest. She found comfort in the protection of a Ranger named Erlion who loved her deeply from her early childhood years. For many years she lived with Erlion within the forest, aiding those that were struck down or hunted by the dark races. One night was enough to change Airael’s view of life forever. She was walking within the deep forest, searching for herbs when a band of orcs seized her and took her hostage with them. They tied her to a large tree to mock her beliefs and lashed her mercilessly for many hours. In her agony and pain, she fainted. At that time word of her captivity reached the ears of Erlion and he rushed after her, hunting the orcs and coming to her aid. he slew many of them and cutting the bonds upon her arms and legs he carried her to safety as she slept. The orcs that remained hunted them down and slew Erlion as Airael awoke. In her rage, she cursed the orcs and pleaded the wrath of nature to awaken and aid her. The treants were the first to rush to her aid, as they loved her from her youth. They bashed and slaughtered many orcs, leaving Airael alone with Erlion. There she did not weep but yearned for death. She believed in death as part of life though and although she wished for it, she knew it was not her time yet. Leaving the forest, she journeyed through many cities and villages, hoping to find a place to belong and wishing for the time when she would see Erlion and her parents again.

DESC

With a deep, disinterested gaze within her dark purple eyes, this wood elven woman stands here, reflecting a strange cold aura. Her whole body is covered with bluish symbols speaking of the mysteries of the wilds, but one in particular can be seen, seeming freshly painted upon her as it reveals the letter 'S' upon it. Her hair are of a raven color and descend down her back to her knees, tied around several silvery rings. Her skin is of an unusually pale color, different from other wood elves and a bandage can be seen upon her right arm, seeming like it is trying to hide a scar beneath it. Upon her slim waist can be seen several vines embracing her and a small dagger can also be seen strapped around her right thigh. Her body is slim, yer well-built and her movements seem calculated and reserved when she speaks with her low-toned, feminine voice. An icy blue eye can also be seen as it has made its resting place in the middle of her forehead, sometimes covered by her hair. Her clothing and hair are adorned with many bluish feathers she has collected and even though she seems to be well over her maiden years, no wrinkle or sign of time can be seen upon her face and skin.

Thats about it I guess, Oh! And if anyone wishes to see what she looked like, there is a page of drawings I make, (trying to get better also) where a pic of her can be seen along with some others.
http://elfwood.lysator.liu.se/loth/e/m/emanuella/emanuella.html (Winces at the thought but oh well.. Enjoy!)