Elenarian Aoron Beletris
Her Hair is as long as she is tall and often styled in countless ways. When adventuring it’s rolled up into a ball and wrapped up in a net so as not to fall out unexpectedly. When not adventuring she uses her hair to impress as much as possible. Styling it in such ways that people often wonder, “How the hell did you do that?”
Wonky nose. The bottom 3rd of her nose is bent towards the right and makes her voice slightly squeaky.
|AGE||33||DATE OF BIRTH||Gahmil 23 1485|
|DEXTERITY||18||Missile Weapons||3||Melee Weapons||3|
|Call Missile [FREE]||1|
|Artisan: Wood Carving||1|
|LANGUAGES||Dwarf (R/W & S)||1 + 1||Knowledge: Horror Lore||1|
|Sperethiel (S)||1||Knowledge: Trade Routes||1|
Loses interest in most things after a year or so.
When she initially commits to something she is fully consumed by this new activity.
Which makes her (during this time) a sponge for learning and hyper enthusiastic. All of her spare time will be dedicated to this new obsession.
Visiting Wyrm Wood. Meeting Blood Elves. The reasoning for this is because she is unsure how she will react and she dislike this side of herself, as it’s uncharacteristic from her open and friendly nature.
She doesn’t want anything to do with Alachia’s Court, Blood Elves or Wyrm Wood. She will remain silent in the presence of Blood Elves. If spoken to she will answer in as few words as possible and will avoid looking at them and definitely avoid as much eye contact as is possible. She won’t be so disrespectful to insult them in ear shot, or completely blank them and ignore their existence, she won’t be unduly rude.
Easily influenced when meeting anyone who shares her current obsession.
To trusting of most adepts. As she sees them as respectful people who will always help the needy and would never harm them intentionally. Adepts harming other name givers she sees in a similar light as bullying.
If you are her friend then it takes a lot for her to fallout with you. She knows everyone has faults and makes mistakes. But if you continue to do the thing that upset her and she has spoken to you about, then she will disown you and will never speak with you again. She wouldn’t let you die or suffer out of spite though as she’s not spiteful.
Power, to enable her too help others. Not power for the sake of power.
She is highly aware that too much power can corrupt, so she will be ever watchful of that happening to her and meditates on this aspect of Power daily.
Life long friendships. Acquaintances are easy, true friendships are very difficult to mould.
Life long friendships are exceedingly rare and if you manage one then you are fortunate.
For all name givers to come together as one and cleanse the world of horrors.
An end to fighting between nations.
Bloodwood to return to its former pre Scourge glory and for all Blood Elves to be freed from the Ritual of Thorns.
Chatty, nearly always smiling. Will talk to everyone and anyone, except Blood Elves. Sees most things from a positive point of view. Sympathetic and empathic. She flirts with almost everyone she speaks too, as is her general nature. She doesn’t flirt to gain anything except for a smile and maybe a laugh.
Since I became an Archer Adept thoughts of other Disciplines, Paths & Questors have been occasional thoughts. More recently, when the most recent urge to move on began pulling me, those thoughts started to jump to the forefront of my consciousness daily and also influenced my dreams. They have now become my most recent obsession to find out more about these other ways being. As Elves it is traditional to follow five paths.
The Paths, in order, are as follows: Mes ti’Meraerthsa, the Path of Warriors; Mes ti’Telenetishsa, the Path of Scholars; Mes ti’Cirolletishsa, the Path of Travelers; Mes ti’Perritaesa, the Path of Sages; and Mes ti’Raeghsa, the Path of Lords. When I learned this I felt trapped, I felt I was expected to follow these paths in a regimented, boring way. It may be a tradition, but fortunately that’s all it is and isn’t forced up anyone.
Finding that out was a relief as I am not one who follows tradition, and nor were my parents. I do envisage many changes throughout my life, but those changes will be my decision and I will not be influenced by stale tradition. I know for sure I am not a person who stays stagnant. I am a person who loves to explore and learn new things, and let those new experiences change me for the better. Perhaps one day I may settle and the urge for change may lessen. Until that day I will experience all this wonderful world has to offer.
I was bullied as child as I wasn’t as pretty as all the other children due to having a bent nose, and talked with a high pitch because of that deformity. This lasted until my mid teen years, when I started to rebel and fight back. I also started protecting anyone else that was being bullied, At which time I started to get a name for myself and had fights with people who just wanted to see if I could fight as well as the rumours said I could. I never lost a fight, mainly because I never gave up and always stood back up after being knocked down regardless of the amount of pain I was feeling. People then started to fear me, and that became a lonely time as it was hard to make friends. So I softened and started to deal with aggressive situations with words rather than fists. I only resorted to fighting from then on if I was hit first, I never started a fight ever again.
THE ADVENTURES BEGIN
At 25 I left my home in Tesrae Ti’Serenmistishsa which lies in deep valley at the base of the Delaris Mountain range . To join up with a caravan travelling along the Serpent River to Haven and back to Bartertown. I was initially hired to help with the packing and unpacking of the various carts as I had yet to learn any real skills or become an Adept. My childhood fighting experience did come in handy on occasion, but I soon learned that fists were poor weapons against well armed bandits.
As the months passed by I picked up some skills with a Broadsword which I honed over the next year. I also started to pick up using a bow, but I was exceedingly clumsy as first and lost interest with practising. I wouldn’t pick the bow up seriously again until after my time with the caravan had ended.
Whilst travelling and working for the Caravan Master, Ugranic, a rather large Female Orc, even by Orc standards, I found that my happy go lucky personality was of great benefit. Previously I was somewhat naive about these chatty skills as they were part of my core. I soon started to realise that these social skills were of significant benefit to Ugranic, which I endeavoured to practice whenever I had the opportunity. A winning smile and pleasant demeanour really does go along way. Even my wonky nose was seen by some as cute. Because of this small imperfection I wasn’t seen in the same light as many elves, who were often seen to be haughty and above other name givers.
Having spent two years with the caravan I started to yearn for a little more. I now started to feel the magic inside of me more and more and the lure of becoming an Adept. I decided leaving the caravan in Haven would be of huge benefit, as with so many Adepts there I could discover what Discipline I would take up.
With only basic skills using a Broadsword, even though they were better than some 1st Circle Adept Warriors, less the use of Karma I choose not to adventure within Parlainth itself and instead enlisted with Torgaks Loyal Order Of Delvers with my initial duties being guarding the gate and ensuring all adventures returning from Parlainth had not been tainted by any horror. This was when I picked the Bow back up and started practising with earnest, as a Broadsword when standing on a wall serves little use.
After only a few weeks practising for as long as I could, I soon started to realise I was made to be an Archer. Which I found curious, as every time previously when using a Bow I found it only mildly interesting. However necessity is often the mother of innovation, and it this case it would prove doubly useful guarding the wall. Being an Archer Adept and highly skilled with Sword I did try and get paid a little more, but Torgak isn’t the kind of person to haggle with.
As the months became a year my yearning for something new started to surface yet again, and thus I left Haven, travelling back to Bartertown with my old Friend Ugranic’s caravan. That journey was the most enjoyable I’d had, seeing old friends again, sharing stories and having many a fun evening together. When we finally got back to Bartertown I nearly didn’t leave. But the yearning for something new was stronger than the heartstrings of friendship, so with fond farewells I departed.
Now what do I do,? Where do I go? How do I find my new path? I was swamped with countless ideas about my future path, not one of those ideas included becoming a Tax Collector. My friend Ugranic knowing me very well knew I’d have a million and one ideas, put in a word for me with the Council Of Merchants. My role initially was to guard the Tax Collectors, who in all places are despised, but the amount of hatred and vitriol that they had to cope with was shocking to me. They were doing a job to make a living. Hating them is like hating the wind or rain, you can hate those elements as much as you like, but they are never going to go away.
I soon moved from solely protecting the collectors and was occasionally given investigative work to do. No one wanted to pay any tax so they devised many ways to avoid paying any or as little as possible. It was my duty to go undercover and find out if suspected parties were correctly declaring their financials. Surprisingly many had little to no idea what should be taxed or shouldn’t and some were even paying more than they should. These people I helped, which didn’t go down well with the magistrate. I wasn’t there to educate, I was there to get as much money as possible out of the tax fiddlers.
Finally after lessening the towns tax purse I was released from Bartertowns Tax Office. Instantly I was recruited by the one of the towns many charities, who I had been helping on occasion. In this role I gave people advise on many and varied issues. Next doors smelly pigs, families feuding over a dead relatives possessions, lost children, thugs extorting money and many more. I found this work extremely rewarding and it managed to keep my interest for many years
But the yearning for something new eventually started to take hold yet again, and couldn’t be ignored any more. I was meant for newer pastures and adventures. So after 4 years in Bartertown I bid my farewells and left with a caravan heading South to Travar and let fate determine whatever adventures lie before me in the lands of Barsaive.
I create a circle with any method at hand such as stones, branches, or scrape it into the ground. This is a methodical process that takes 5 minutes. I then sit in the middle and lay down to my left side the carving tools and to my right side a Quarterstaff. I then sit silently for 5 minutes, whilst I concentrate on visualising the Quarterstaff and all the previous carvings I have made to it. After this period of time I pick the Quarterstaff up, my eyes remain closed. Then I slowly press my fingers along the staff as I visualise the next carving I will make on the Quarterstaff and it’s position. I then open my eyes. This third phase also lasts for 5 minutes. Opening my eyes I then start carving the pattern into the staff. This last for a further 10 minutes. For the last 5 minutes I then stand up with the Quarterstaff held in both outstretched hands gently rolling the staff up and down my arms in a wave like motion, sensing where the centre of gravity is now. At the very of the ritual I then grab the staff by it’s centre of gravity, swing it round a full 360 degrees and then appear to be going to slam it into the ground with one end of the staff. I however do not hit the ground with the staff, I stop a mere sliver of a hair’s breadth from the ground. That marks the end of the ritual.
I may not finish the intended pattern each and every time. In this case I will continue carving from where I last left off. The Quarterstaff will last for 30 days exactly before it is fully covered in cravings. At this time I will obtain a suitable plain length of wood, roughly carve it to the shape and size of a quarterstaff and begin carving on that Quarterstaff the next day. The Quarterstaff that has been carved is then given freely to the first Name Giver I see, if they are friendly.
Featured Image Artwork Credit: Mieth’s Bow by Aikurisu