Ameena the Learned of the Fletched Arrow
Ameena created on 04th of September 2018, and is currently 18 years old (32 hours played).

Title: the Learned of the Fletched Arrow
Gender: Female
Level: 25
Class: elf ranger

Background history:

  1. The early years of A'meena - posted at 2018-09-05 23:00:52
The early years of A'meena
Raised as an orphan, I have yet to discover my true heritage. I scarcely remember my youth, aside from the the strong memory of burning pitch and the sounds of screams. I awoke to find myself in a copse of trees on the edge of a burned out husk of what was once a forest. Oddly enough, I found myself not remembering anything except for the vague imprints of that terrible event. After a few days of wandering a kindly old human woman took me in as she had others, those orphaned by the war she said. She claimed to have once been a great warrior, empowered by the light itself and granted blessings from the gods to fight the Dark Army. She had the best stories, ones of successes and failures, ones of triumphs and ones of defeat. Never once did the bitterness of despair touch her stories, she only spoke of hope and belief, the power of that belief in the light. She taught us all that such belief can overcome any adversity. She raised us to be kind and compassionate, and taught us all as our talents lie. I quickly learned that I was different from the other children, that my pointed ears and mental acuity as well as manual dexterity indicated a heritage that was different from the humans, dwarves, and even gnomes. She spoke of the elves, and that I was descended from their ilk. I was treated kindly but I was ostracized for my differences. I found comfort in exploring the wilderness, the forests, meadows, mountains. I found myself hearing voices. My benefactor called it a blessing of my elvish heritage, "listening to the wind" she called it. She taught us all in the basics of survival, including armed combat. I had more than an ample talent at this, a cunning whirlwind in a knife fight, and I had a genuine affinity for the bow. Upon her passing I left the orphanage and decided to live the best I could. My talents lent themselves well to the guild I had chosen for myself, the rangers guild. I seek to repay the kindness and compassion shown to me as well as to discover the true nature of my heritage.


Description (commended):

Brilliant blue eyes regard the world with kindness and compassion from within a pale fair face. Slender pointy ears protrude from a crown of shining blonde hair. Two braids, twin rivers of sunlight, tame riotous hair that falls down almost the entire length of her tall, slim frame. The form fitting leathers that she favors reveal alluring feminine curves. Her smooth pale skin is mostly unblemished, but for the callouses on her fingers and forearms revealing a lifetime of using a bow. Her movements are measured and purposeful, revealing a wisdom and experience her youthful appearance does not otherwise indicate.


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