Lariel knows only that she was entrusted to the monastery by her parents
shortly after her entrance into Serin. There, having learnt the precepts of
life and tolerance, she aspired to live a simple and frugal life as espoused
by the wisest grandmasters then present in the little monastery on the
outskirts of Timaran.
She lost her innocence rapidly as she soon gained a spark of self-awareness.
The fellow disciples at the monastery did not hide their aversion to her as
they ridiculed her and turned down her hapless appeals for companionship.
She was left out of their games and their confidence. She often wondered if
the boys were just mean, or shy, or unwilling to be seen by their peers as
caring towards one of the fairer sex. Such was the life of a rose among the
thorns, for Lariel was beautiful and often chastised by her elders for
'seducing' others.
Of course, this was unwanted attention. Sure, she enjoyed periodic baths by
the river and the scent of wild flowers, but she had not purposefully
initiated anything unworthy of her rank or position.
And so Lariel grew up, in the seclusion of a monastery and the loneliness of
a rose among thorns. Ever seeking approval and always finding
disappointment. Disappointment either in rejection or in the character of
those who would come close to her.
As she grew up, Lariel would hear of beings never seen before in a
monastery. Humans who could transform into beasts, giants who could move
mountains, and even reptilians wielding bodies fit for combat. Races,
being, and identity exploded into her tiny worldview, hitherto held in
bondage by her tiny monastery. She realised that she, a half-elf, were
outcasts even among their own, to say nothing of her feminity being held in
contempt in a rough and might-makes-right world.
What narrow-mindedness. What pride. What self-aggrandisement.
And Lariel finally realised, perhaps her parents had so feared the stigma of
their union that they rejected her existence. And so she set forth from the
doorsteps of her monastery into the wider world, keen to make a name for
herself, to display the gentle strength stemming from her heritage and thus
earn the recognition and honor she was thus far deprived.
Description:
Fair skin covers the tall and graceful figure before you. Slightly
pointed ears peak just above her temple, unmistakably elven but not quite
elven-like. Her lengthy blonde hair sways slightly with the movement of her
body, covering her eyes ever so often. With each passing obscuration, her
eyes cast an illusion, appearing turquoise at one moment and deep blue
another. Sharply curved eyebrows, with their distinct trim, reveal a
certain vanity not easily perceived from her other appearances.
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