Post by Dhodrimme Rualanna on May 24, 2006 9:40:43 GMT -5
Name: Nuaera Ansrali
Translated: Hope-song/singer, Rune-shadow
Gender: Female
Birth year: 10th year of the Fourth Age
Race: Mostly Mortal, only partially elf
Appearance: Redish gold hair which ends just past her shoulders, though it is mostly pulled into a loose tie. Keen eyes of a green shade, and a fair, though mature face, strained by burdens even in her youthful years. Strong and agile, though not particularly tall in height, average of 5' 5" while her figure is fit and trim.
Clothing: Her attire consists of usually redish brown tunic, of supple leather fabric, the sleeves of a three quarter length, split slightly for better movement of the elbow, while the front is laced. Her britches, of similiar color and texture as her tunic, tuck into her calf length boots, dark leather in color and laced the entire length. A broad cape of the same color as her attire beneath, is clasped in place with weathered gold corner claspings and a strap of leather between them. Often she wears a dark cloth wrapped loosely to cover her hair and neck while occasionally she places a circlet of thickly crafted silver around to keep it in place. Also wears brown leather gauntlets constantly, as both concealment and protection. All this is weathered and travel worn, yet still well kept, carefully repaired by her own hand.
Weapons/Equipment: A dagger of broad and simple design, strapped to her right side, while a sword of more intricate crafting settles at her left side, though she is rare to use it, as archery is her specialty, with a bow of her own crafting.
The picture I have chosen for her:
Steed or travel companion: None, besides a rather unlikely friendship with a worn and old dog of a border collie likeness; a reject.
History: During the first years of the Fourth age, there dwelt a half-elven, Aralianna, looking forward to peaceful times and a life with the one she loved, but fate had it that a young and wayward Rohirrim of dishonorable intentions, which put shame on his fellow kin, took her as a slave and forced wife, though he did not return to his homelands with her, as he was forbidden to do so, disowned by his family. Yet nothing could be done for the half-elven maiden, when Elodren took her off into the wilderness, forcing her to his will.
After a few years time, though much to the chagrin of her self-proclaimed spouse, she came to have a child, a girl which she named Nuaera Ansrali, the first name meaning Hope Song, for indeed the half-elven found hope within the child, hope to continue and live for her own flesh and blood. Yet Elodren was not pleased with the idea of having to raise a child and would have taken Nuaera, but Aralianna put herself between the child and Elodren, having him face the decision of putting her to death or allowing her to keep the child.
Elodren gave in to her demands, and the child was raised by the loving mother, though as she grew in years, Nuaera became terrified of her own father, for her mother would constantly be subject to his abusive behavior, and never would Aralianna allow his hand to fall upon the child. When Nuaera reached the age of seven, Aralianna had a second child, a girl whom she named Arnae Ansrali, though it stirred two years of poor health for the half-elf maiden, and it rested upon Nuaera to help care for her young sister, whom she grew to love dearly. Yet shortly after the third year, Aralianna died from the illness which plagued her, leaving ten year old Nuaera and three year old Arnae to the fate of their forceful father.
Elodren, however, wanted nothing to do with the children once Aralianna had died, so he sold them to slavery, though Arnae, being still too young, was sold underhandedly to a family who wished for a child to raise and assist them in their work when she was older, the father being a fieldsman of Rohan.
Nuaera on the other hand, was not so fortunate, and she was sold to a man who worked hard labor in a swordsmith shop of Gondor and it was there she grew strong in arm and spirit, though it taxed her greatly at her young age. As she aged in years, she did, however, learn the art of forging blades, and Vernon, the older son of the swordsmith, secretly taught her the skill of weilding a blade, though it was the art of archery which she mastered. Vernon instructed her in the crafting of a bow and ever more was she grateful for his instruction.
Yet she longed to find her lost sister, to reunite with her, though she was not sure if Arnae would even remember the elder sister who cared for her, and deep within that longing also dwelt a fierce want for revenge against the man who caused the suffering to her, her mother, and the helpless sibling.
Nuaera gained privleges with the craftsman and even a salary, for her work was accomplished well, and he had even begun to look to her with pride, as his student and an adopted daughter, for his son had not followed in his footsteps, but had joined with the men of Gondor as a soldier. Nuaera grew to love Vernon as an older brother, and looked to him for comfort in her stressful times, and strength when things would seem overwhelming. Another companion she would look to, was an old dejected border collie which had taken residence within the smithy, though he was shunned as a stray, being a shy creature. However, the dog took to Nuaera and remained a faithful follower of her footsteps, her shadow more or less.
Often, in her times of leave, Nuaera would search and question many concerning her lost sister, but still, it remained a mystery and a sorrow to her heart...
Translated: Hope-song/singer, Rune-shadow
Gender: Female
Birth year: 10th year of the Fourth Age
Race: Mostly Mortal, only partially elf
Appearance: Redish gold hair which ends just past her shoulders, though it is mostly pulled into a loose tie. Keen eyes of a green shade, and a fair, though mature face, strained by burdens even in her youthful years. Strong and agile, though not particularly tall in height, average of 5' 5" while her figure is fit and trim.
Clothing: Her attire consists of usually redish brown tunic, of supple leather fabric, the sleeves of a three quarter length, split slightly for better movement of the elbow, while the front is laced. Her britches, of similiar color and texture as her tunic, tuck into her calf length boots, dark leather in color and laced the entire length. A broad cape of the same color as her attire beneath, is clasped in place with weathered gold corner claspings and a strap of leather between them. Often she wears a dark cloth wrapped loosely to cover her hair and neck while occasionally she places a circlet of thickly crafted silver around to keep it in place. Also wears brown leather gauntlets constantly, as both concealment and protection. All this is weathered and travel worn, yet still well kept, carefully repaired by her own hand.
Weapons/Equipment: A dagger of broad and simple design, strapped to her right side, while a sword of more intricate crafting settles at her left side, though she is rare to use it, as archery is her specialty, with a bow of her own crafting.
The picture I have chosen for her:
Steed or travel companion: None, besides a rather unlikely friendship with a worn and old dog of a border collie likeness; a reject.
History: During the first years of the Fourth age, there dwelt a half-elven, Aralianna, looking forward to peaceful times and a life with the one she loved, but fate had it that a young and wayward Rohirrim of dishonorable intentions, which put shame on his fellow kin, took her as a slave and forced wife, though he did not return to his homelands with her, as he was forbidden to do so, disowned by his family. Yet nothing could be done for the half-elven maiden, when Elodren took her off into the wilderness, forcing her to his will.
After a few years time, though much to the chagrin of her self-proclaimed spouse, she came to have a child, a girl which she named Nuaera Ansrali, the first name meaning Hope Song, for indeed the half-elven found hope within the child, hope to continue and live for her own flesh and blood. Yet Elodren was not pleased with the idea of having to raise a child and would have taken Nuaera, but Aralianna put herself between the child and Elodren, having him face the decision of putting her to death or allowing her to keep the child.
Elodren gave in to her demands, and the child was raised by the loving mother, though as she grew in years, Nuaera became terrified of her own father, for her mother would constantly be subject to his abusive behavior, and never would Aralianna allow his hand to fall upon the child. When Nuaera reached the age of seven, Aralianna had a second child, a girl whom she named Arnae Ansrali, though it stirred two years of poor health for the half-elf maiden, and it rested upon Nuaera to help care for her young sister, whom she grew to love dearly. Yet shortly after the third year, Aralianna died from the illness which plagued her, leaving ten year old Nuaera and three year old Arnae to the fate of their forceful father.
Elodren, however, wanted nothing to do with the children once Aralianna had died, so he sold them to slavery, though Arnae, being still too young, was sold underhandedly to a family who wished for a child to raise and assist them in their work when she was older, the father being a fieldsman of Rohan.
Nuaera on the other hand, was not so fortunate, and she was sold to a man who worked hard labor in a swordsmith shop of Gondor and it was there she grew strong in arm and spirit, though it taxed her greatly at her young age. As she aged in years, she did, however, learn the art of forging blades, and Vernon, the older son of the swordsmith, secretly taught her the skill of weilding a blade, though it was the art of archery which she mastered. Vernon instructed her in the crafting of a bow and ever more was she grateful for his instruction.
Yet she longed to find her lost sister, to reunite with her, though she was not sure if Arnae would even remember the elder sister who cared for her, and deep within that longing also dwelt a fierce want for revenge against the man who caused the suffering to her, her mother, and the helpless sibling.
Nuaera gained privleges with the craftsman and even a salary, for her work was accomplished well, and he had even begun to look to her with pride, as his student and an adopted daughter, for his son had not followed in his footsteps, but had joined with the men of Gondor as a soldier. Nuaera grew to love Vernon as an older brother, and looked to him for comfort in her stressful times, and strength when things would seem overwhelming. Another companion she would look to, was an old dejected border collie which had taken residence within the smithy, though he was shunned as a stray, being a shy creature. However, the dog took to Nuaera and remained a faithful follower of her footsteps, her shadow more or less.
Often, in her times of leave, Nuaera would search and question many concerning her lost sister, but still, it remained a mystery and a sorrow to her heart...
