Gaia Name: Reyna CrelosCharacter Name: Arien Se'regon
Race: Elf
Class: Healer/Noble
Subtype: Mediterranean
Element: Water
Gender: Female
Age: 285
Family: She's the youngest child and only daughter in her family. Her father is Lomion Se'regon who owns a large estate in the Elven Forests. He's around five hundred years old and has a very elegant appearance about him that's very befitting of a noble. He's tall with a medium sort of build with long, jet black hair he typically wears in a braid. His eyes are a deep, hazel that always seem slightly distant and cold despite the warmth of the color.
The only time any sort of emotion reaches his eyes is when he's near his wife Lissie. She is a healer and helped save Lomion's life once (though he refuses to explain the circumstances of this incident) with her powers and in the same gesture of gentle kindness won his heart.
She bore him two sons -- Vanimo, and Huandil. There is no denying that they are sons of Lomion Se'regon since they so closely resemble his appearance. Often times the eldest son, Vanimo, is mistaken for his father by some of their human slaves, however there is a distinct difference in mannerisms between he and his father. Vanimo and his brother alike, have the tendency to be pranksters unlike their upright, serious father who frowns upon his sons' trickery.
Unfortunately for Arien, she usually bears the brunt of her brothers' plots and mischief, though now that they are grown they have lessened their pranks in favor of courting young ladies and joining their parents in enjoying lavish parties and other such activities.
Arien doesn't have many friends, though her one constant companion is her fairy Bramble. He's about six inches tall, sarcastic, witty, and for the most part full of himself, and he'd gladly be the first to tell you so. His hair is pink (always styled in messy spikes), as are his wings which occasionally merits him a bit of teasing from other faeries in the household, but that never gets him down. As of late though, he's taken to staining streaks of black in his hair with the aide of a few blackberries from Arien's garden.
History: Arien grew up in a warm, loving environment, though she's always felt as though she were the odd one out. She was the only daughter in the family, and the only girl of all her cousins. Because of her upbringing in houses filled with mostly rowdy, young boys, she grew up to be bit of a tomboy, something that was greatly frowned upon by her prim and proper father.
Her father doesn't feel he has much of a place to tell her she is wrong by following her brothers and acting as they do. He didn't want his daughter to feel the pressure and disapproval he often felt whenever his family pressured him into making decisions.
Eventually, Arien grew out of that stage for the most part as she aged and became a young woman. Her attentions turned towards healing after her mother discovered that her daughter indeed had potential to become a healer herself.
For years now her mother has helped school her skills to perfection. Now that she is almost an adult and has honed her talents, she has become acknowledged as a full-fledged healer though she still has much to learn in actually applying her magic. She occasionally practices them on Bramble, but he's not exactly appreciative (especially when her spells go slightly astray).
Present: Arien's father has been unconsciously pressuring her into focusing on something other than healing. She's nearly a grown woman and hasn't so much as showed an inkling of interest in marriage which worries him some. He wants nothing more than for her to be happy, but also wishes for her to have a family or at the very least some friends her own age.
In a last ditch effort to turn her attention towards something other than her arts and her gardens without being too obtrusive, he's sent her to Terralusk to enjoy the festivities. She has begrudgingly accepted to go, but only in an effort to ease her father's mind and her own conscience.
She's not looking forward to the huge crowds of people, though she is curious to see what all the fuss is about!
Personality: Arien is a fairly normal elven girl, though she always seems to be slightly different in her ideas and thinking. This occasionally makes her appear to be rather naiive, but she's hardly guileless. She's quite intelligent and is secretly very proud of that though you wouldn't know it by looking at her.
Whenever she is nervous she's prone to bouts of clumsiness, but any other time she holds the same grace of any other young elf maiden her age. She's sweet tempered, and is fairly outgoing, though being around other women her age brings out that anxiety that usually results in her normal dexterity and grace to all but disappear. This is not to say she's scatter brained or an air head -- quite the contrary. The issue she has with other women is that she has no idea how to deal with them. She has been brought up in a household full of young boys. The only other female around that she had any real contact with was her mother, and a mother can only teach her daughter so much about social interaction.
She spends most of her free time studying in her garden. It's a calming place for her and also a great place to practice out what few spells she knows by heart. She also spends a great deal culturing different herbs to aide in healing just to make sure that she's well-rounded in her studies, though like most elven healers, she prefers to dabble with spells.
Arien is level-headed and calm in most situations, and isn't the kind of person to balk or back down in the face of adversity. Despite her sweet demeanor and almost shy appearance, she will not hesitate to stand her ground.
Appearance: She takes after her mother the same way that her brothers take after their father when it comes to looks. The only stark difference between her and her mother is her skin and hair color which is the same as her father's -- olive complected skin and dark, inky black hair whereas her mother is fair skinned and has lighter brown colored hair. Her skin is smooth, and appears utterly flawless with a light mocha tint to it. The shape of her face is round and full with only a hint of pronounced cheekbones.
She isn't nearly as tall as her father or brothers and only reaches up around 5' 7". Her hair is long and trails all the way down to her back and curls slightly at the ends. She usually leaves it loose save for a few gypsy braids and occasionally ties it back into a low ponytail if it's getting in her way. Her hair is the one physical attribute of hers that she truly is proud of, though for the sake of being modest she tries not to boast about it. One thing can be noted about her hair is that it always has a healthy shine and is rarely ever seen in tangles or knots despite her occasional desire to climb trees and rough house with all the boys. (She's stopped that in recent years.)
She has a bright, sunny smile that lights up her face, though those beautiful smiles seem almost rare unless she's alone talking with her mother or with Bramble. Her eyes are deep, chocolate brown like her mother's and sparkle with a sort of mischievous light whenever she daydreams.
As for her figure, she's hardly a tiny slip of a thing. She's curvy and feminine-looking though she does her best to simply hide beneath a cloak most of the time. She hates being stared at. She hardly seems to understand that the reason why people are looking at her is because she's an attractive young lady.
She prefers a comfortable pair of trousers any day over a dress, but usually wears dresses anyway to please her father. She sticks to solid colors and plain materials though every once in a while she splurges and has something tailored in silk (though still in a solid color). She doesn't feel she can pull off extravagantly detailed outfits that other ladies parade about in.
(( OOC: better picture later. *snicker*.. her shoulder looks like it's been knocked out of socket. Ahh well.. I succeeded in making her look uncomfortable in a dress..? ))
