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Aaye, Mellonin.
Name: Tarwëyn Silimaurë
Creature: Dark Forest Elf
Age: 2293 years
Gender: Female
Birth Place: Tarwëyn was born in the forest of Parth Galen, and then for a short time lived with a community of her kind by Nen Hithoel, the great oval lake that lies in the mid-course of the River Anduin, which enters it through the Gates of Argonath to the north and then empties in the rushing falls of Rauros. This is some twenty miles to the south of Parth Galen.
Appearance: Tarwëyn has intense green eyes that tell of countless ages, her stature is 5’9”, and she is slim, with a pale complexion and a scar on her right cheek. Her hair falls down to her waist, slightly curling at the tips, but is more often than not concealed beneath a cloak. It is the color of the autumn leaves of the trees in Parth Galen, a lustrous auburn with hints of silver. Her ears are palpably elven.
Weapons: Tarwëyn has an elvish bow, a double-bladed sword, Anathros, and many small and simple daggers. When her father was alive he trained Tarwëyn to use a bow--it's her specialty. Ever since he has been gone she taught herself; but all archers--or maybe just those who intend to survive awhile--need some training at least in close combat... and that's what the daggers are for. She is well built, for she carries these all on her, held in a pack very useful for weapons and other odd contrivances.
Magic: Tarwëyn can seemingly call fire out of nowhere, a talent taught to her at a young age by the sorceress, Ufareyn. She has exceptional eyesight, and often has visions of things that were, are, and yet to be. Tarwëyn can also intermittently gaze into someone’s mind, although this is not brought about deliberately, and doesn’t occur often.
Other facets: Tarwëyn is very pessimistic, and severely hates being in, near, and around large groups. Ever since her family departed from this life she has been distrustful and wary of everything, especially humans.
Family: Tarwëyn has no parents, only a twin brother, Aërandir...-who may or may not be living still. -The last she saw of him was while her community was being assaulted, so it’s quite feasible that he is dead. Wargs bearing cruel and malicious men besieged her village; and her parents were savagely murdered-right in front of her eyes. -She was 115 years old...and barely escaped with her life. Evidence of the attack becomes her personage, as a massive scar covers part of her right cheek, painfully visible, as if a spiteful reminder of the precious blood that was shed and the lives that were taken on that fateful day. Ever mourning her loss, Tarwëyn remains detached and apparently indifferent to life in general.
History: After her disappointment, most of her time is spent aimlessly wandering and/or searching in vain for her lost brother. Though few know of her and scarcely any like her, Tarwëyn has been known to help people in times of need, engaging her with a grudging respect and (from time to time) admiration.
Personality: Tarwëyn is a recluse. She is unresponsive, impassive, and expressionless. The only being that she communicates with is her horse. Her single publicly known virtue is that she will willingly do anything for someone if it will help them.
Clothing: Tarwëyn is typically dressed in a light green garment made of Lushk, with silver-embroidered leaves on the sleeves. She has two cloaks made of Hithlain. For warmth, she uses a heavy gray cloak, fastened by a simple clasp made of two black hooks and worn when she startlingly doesn’t mind whether or not she is noticed. She is also known to don this cloak at night so that she can unify with the dark. The other cloak is an ever-changing forest-green, with a clasp that her mother gave her, shaped into a ‘Tree of Silver’, (Celeborn) spun by Ufareyn, and endowed with a virtue that can conceal one’s person from enemies and the public in general. She is not a collective elf, and uses this surreptitious cloak habitually.
Job: Tarwëyn has no job, but will perhaps soon start learning to become an assassin at the learning center, Heren Istarion.
Transportation: Tarwëyn’s method of transportation is her horse and friend, Káriersilmë, whom she named. Her name is High Elvish, the translation of which means “They have made Starlight”; for her Body color is silver (not a mixture of black and white hairs, but each individual hair gleams a brilliant gray) ‘Silmë has shadowing across her chest and a dark star on her forehead...Re naa vanima... Tarwëyn found her among the trees in Parth Galen, dying. Neither beauty nor speed were factors when she begot ‘Silmë; for Tarwëyn was lonely and in need of a companion, but when ‘Silmë fully matured, it was of no consequence, for she exceeded most all in both alacrity and splendor, and longevity.
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