Elarinya "Arin" Hakor
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| Player: | Elly. | |
| Title(s): | Commander, "Lilypad". | |
| Age: | 22ish (or 16 in human years). | |
| Race: | Elf. | |
| Eye Color: | Green. | |
| Hair: | Red, curly hair. | |
| Skin Tone: | Somewhat tanned. | |
| Height: | 5'3". | |
| Weight: | 110 lbs. | |
| Alignment: | Chaotic Good. | |
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Family:
Michi Hakor (mother, deceased),
Matrim Hakor (grandfather),
Amarlith Aeron (Grandfather),
Areican Aeron (father),
Daryl Unask (stepfather),
Sunaan Frostsong (deceased),
Terran Rennatta (husband),
Faelwen Unask (sister),
Memory Xxian (half-sister),
Arken Rennatta (Father-in-law),
Ithilwen "Pamgri" Eledhwyn (Mother-in-law),
Aethen Rennatta (Brother-in-Law),
Kaedwyn Rennatta (Son),
Thalorim Renatta (Son)
Friends:
Ebra Conaway,
Johnathan Conaway,
Metaro Glyn,
Raphael Alighieri,
Devante Shepherd,
Munisai Mitsuyoshi,
Kordiel Highwind,
Ludwig Overon,
Friedrich Strauss,
Isabella d'Zoratari,
Atna al'Faea
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Physical Attributes
Arin possesses no great height about her. She is lean and muscled like a ranger would be. Her head is topped with vibrant red curls, the color a gift from her mother. Her eyes are shaded the color of emeralds.
Scarring: Due to her prolonged captivity at the hands of Dedrion Lidvyr, Arin's back is covered with jagged scars, mostly from a nasty whip that had a bunch of sharp nails threaded into the leather.
Possessions
Baelavan: In Elvish, it means Guardian of the forest. There is a line of runic words on the blade itself. "Through stillness, through the forests, my blood calls to me."
An elven bow: A weapon any elven ranger would be proud of. Made by her own hands, Arin is never seen without it on her or in the near vicinity.
Runed dagger: A finely crafted dagger with Alkorian runes upon the blade. Given to her by Matrim when she became of age.
A ruby ring: Engagement ring. She doesn't usually wear it, but keeps it in a sewn pocket in her shirts.
Emerald pendant necklace: http://ep.yimg.com/ca/I/yhst-56748171645658_2136_965137702 Given to her by her husband when he was courting her, Arin wears this constantly.
Wooden flute: Carved by Matrim, Arin was given this after hearing a bard play one. She plays it often when she is alone, which hasn't been very often as of late.
Personality traits
Arin is at heart a very passionate person. She often wears her heart upon her sleeve in highly stressful situations. Alongside her passion comes a stubborn streak that puts her mother's to shame. But to her credit, Arin knows she is stubborn and will back down when logic wins against her hardheadedness. Arin is also possessive of the time and energy of her loved ones. Part of this stems from her time spent in slavery to the drow. She was deprived of love and feelings of safety. She refuses to hear a bad word spoken of her family and friends and will defend them against every attack, both real and imagined.
One quirk for Arin is that she hates wearing dresses. She absolutely hates how they restrict her freedom of movement and makes those around her think she is somehow weakened for looking feminine.
The Story of a Hakor
Arin was born out of a union between her mother and her longtime fiance and sometimes lover, Areican Aeron. She was, at the time, the youngest of Michi's children and grew up relatively naive to the workings of the world surrounding the sanctuary of the Seanchanni forest. Finding books and flowers far more interesting than swords, bows and commitments to a cause greater than herself, the young elf grew into an adolescent under her mother and stepfather's tender loving care.
Events in the outside world propelled the Hakor family through many wars over the years, but it was a trip to Ganelon that first brought Arin out of her cocoon. Having seperated from her parents at the market, Arin wandered the forest. Unbeknownst to her, something was stalking her through the trees. Finding herself in a small clearing, the elf sat down, starting to worry about where she was. There was a rustling of leaves behind her and she turned, heart in her throat.
Adomorn
There stood a pale, haggard looking human. He eyed her almost hungrily but quickly showed himself to be just as lost as she was. Adomorn was his name and Arin was soon to learn that he was not really all that human. The man introduced himself and slowly, a conversation started. As the sun dipped low in the sky, Arin was startled to hear the man confess his true state. He was a vampire. And this particular evening, he had chosen the elf as his next meal ticket.
Adomorn managed to take what he needed without draining her, for some reason sparing the girl her life. Arin leaned against him in the aftermath. Almost as an afterthought, the vampire informed her that he would seek her out at this spot again sometime. Without much of a good bye, the man fled. Arin gathered herself and found her way back to the market.
Over a period of about six or seven months, this arrangement worked nicely. Arin felt something of a love for Adomorn and he seemed fond of her. He finally showed his true intent, voicing his desire to see Arin stay by his side as an undead vampire like him. Arin was caught by surprise at this. She somehow knew that this was the turning point in their..relationship. She voiced her concerns to Adomorn and in the end, refused his offer. The vampire didn't really say anything but the young elf feared that she had somehow damaged their bond. A week later, Adomorn sailed off to waters unknown.
Arin had grown a bit distant with her family during her trysts with the vampire so when she returned to her normal life, it was a bit of a welcome shock. Matrim, having grown concerned with his granddaughter's welfare, took her under his wing and began to train her for the life of a warrior, much to the chagrin of her mother. This amounted to some more tension, but as the days turned into weeks, things smoothed out into a routine. But it was on the shores of the Seanchanni beach that Arin would rediscover Adomorn.
Hearing a report from one of her mother's guards that a ship had beached upon the rocks, Arin had made her way to the beach to investigate. There, she found her lover, if in name only, almost dead. She desperately tried to get him to feed from her, willing to throw her entire life away now that there seemed to be no hope for the vampire. Adomorn stopped her and after some effort told Arin that he wanted to die, having tired of his existence as an undead. The elf started to cry, finally kissing her first love as he crumbled to ash in her arms. It was the first heartbreak she had truly felt. Burying the remainders of Adomorn's ash and bones took away her naivity regarding life and death.
A Thief
The next few months were a blur of training and lessons. Arin learned for the first time that her grandfather was nothing but a seasoned rogue underneath the garb of a paladin. She strove to be the exact opposite and grew to abhor the overindulgence of alcohol. It was after one of her 'lessons' in the area of sociability in a bar that she wandered back to Lheao and ran into her 'aunt' Elwena. The healer had just rescued a mana-diseased high elf. Elwena wanted Arin to help out in his recovery, meaning the young elf had no choice in the matter. Whatever Elwena wanted, she got. So in the end, it was the elder elf's fault for what ensued in the near future.
Arin was assigned to look after the unconscious high elf. She sat with him overnight, wiping his brow and acting like a nurse. When the man awoke, he wasn't all too thrilled with being there. Arin explained to the best of her ability the reason he was there and the man reluctantly agreed to stay until he was well enough to leave. The young warrior in training fell into easy conversation with the high elf, acting very diplomatic and not complaining at all about his all too intact arrogance. It turned out that the man's name was Sunaan Frostsong and that he had been exiled from Nastrazan for failing to use magic.
After a few days, Sunaan was well enough to leave. Instead of leaving, he surprised the Seanchanni by requesting to stay there permanently. Arin herself was surprised. For all his complaining and whining, it seemed the high elf had grown fond of Lheao. Again, it was up to Arin to find Sunaan a way to fit in comfortably. The young elf felt put upon but decided that Sunaan's company wasn't all that bad. So she set him up with a construction unit for an apprenticeship. This didn't seem to please the high elf. But he did not complain. For the next few weeks, things settled down and it seemed that the high elf would fit in nicely.
During those few weeks, Arin started to build a small home for herself in a small clearing. Sunaan followed her one day and insisted on helping her complete it. They ended up expanding it just a bit, making the sleeping area separate from the living space. Arin was pleased. But the rest of the community was not. It turned out that someone had been stealing things from the citizen elves. Most notably, the council, the equivalent of human nobility, was the loudest protestors. The General, who happened to be Daryl Unask, was forced into investigation. It didn't take him long to find the culprit out. Setting a trap a few nights after Arin's house was completed, the thief was caught. It was Sunaan.
Arin was livid when she found out that the man that they had given a chance at a new life had been stealing from his benefactors. She stormed down to the jail to have a 'talk' with the wretch. She had a long discussion with Sunaan, at some points yelling at him. This drew the attention of the guards, who in turn alerted Daryl. After another hour, the young warrior came out and was confronted by her stepfather. Swallowing down the apprehension that her father's scowl invoked in her, she lifted her chin and to everyone's astonishment, pleaded for the life of the thief. Daryl was resistant at first, but when his stubborn daughter refused to back down and offered to be accountable for Sunaan, the General reluctantly agreed. He went in and freed the high elf, warning him this was his last chance.
Arin led the sullen Sunaan back to to her small house and laid down the rules. He would not go anywhere without her clearance. He would perform menial labor for the Council. And he would not ever give in to the temptation of theft no matter what. It was the simple life or exile. The high elf gave in and for a time, everything went back to a staggered normalcy. Sunaan worked and Arin supervised.
Kordiel, Dreams and a New Friend
Over a period of many months, Arin drew closer to her high elven charge. She would call him a friend and eventually a lover. The two developed a rhythm to their lives. It was simple, not very structured and it was perfect. Arin would commonly leave on hunts and little adventures to break up the monotony.
On one such outing, Arin was in Laboo, scouting out a few deer paths when she came upon a meditating high elf. Being a naturally curios individual, she approached him and started a conversation. It was very one-sided, since Kordiel, as he had introduced himself as, was very...shy. He stuttered and stammered finally and gave a few responses. Arin gave him an apple and was off on her way. The encounter stuck with her for whatever reason.
In the world outside of the Seanchanni forest, the tensions between Durandal and the Empire rose to new heights. It was war once again. Arin was warned to stay close to home, but this didn't really stick. During this turbulent time, a series of events was set in motion that would drastically alter Arin's point of view on herself and her situation.
Matrim, who had kept himself busy with paladin duties, came back around and spoke of prophecies given to him by Elan. He spoke of a new land for the elves, of a time of plenty for their people once again. Arin listened with the naivety of youth still somewhat in control. It would take a rather large final battle to open her eyes to what really mattered.
It came to pass that Khuread was deemed a worshiper of Dearuhk and that he had set Durandal's largest ship to collide with Esthras. Her grandfather, bound still to his pledge to the Righteous House, dragged Arin along with him to confront this evil doer one final time. Arin had never participated in such a large-scale battle before. In fact, it was her first battle. The fight itself did not leave a fair impression on the young elf. It was seeing Matrim work with warriors from all walks of life, from racially integrated homes and the like that seared itself on her heart.
It was this confrontation on the technological nightmare that started a fire within Arin's belly for her people. It wasn't a separation along racial lines that mattered. It was a matter of restoring their culture and then -only- then returning to Kharlia as a formidable ally in times of her greatest needs. For as much she felt the need to isolate, that just wasn't how the Seanchanni were as a tribe...as a people. They would not go the way of the Nastrazani.
Captivity
After the Khuread incident, it was decided that Arin would be allowed to roam a bit freer. She took to this instantly. Her favorite haunt quickly became the wilderness of Laboo. It was timeless (quite literally) and it was everything Arin could possibly want in a hunting ground. When reports of drowish raids started circulating, even this did not stop her from venturing off to the mountain. Perhaps it was the fearlessness of adolescence that created the perfect storm.
One day, Arin was walking towards the waterfall, right out in the open. She was alone and fairly happy but not all that alert. She met a Nastrazani that reminded her of her lover and had been heading for the way home when all of a sudden she was confronted with a dark figure astride a dire spider! Arin did not have time to react when she was bound in a silken wrap spit from the jaws of the spider. The drow boasted in common about naive elves but Arin was not without aid. The Nastrazani from before turned out to be a mage from the Ignis. He plied his trade in an attempt to free the helpless elf. The sounds of conflict drew the attention of a small group of soldiers, led by the lady Knight Eleanor Fay Garside. Despite this intervention, Arin was eventually taken away.
When next she woke, Arin was in shackles, her leather armor gone. She was clad in a rough sackcloth. The elf panicked, drawing the attention of the guards. She was beaten and denied the quite meager ration of crust and stale water. This would be the start of her three month long captivity. Dedrion Lidvyr and his ilk had effectively killed the last bits of her childhood. She was quickly branded a rebellious spirit and even the Dread Lord himself participated in her punishment. It wasn't until Kordovia was sacked that Arin managed to sum up the strength to escape. The hole that Dedrion had chosen as his hideaway was in a chaotic mess. A guard forgot that she was not to be fed. The elf committed the first act of willful murder that day, strangling the guard with her chain. After that, it was a slow, torturous crawl away from Laboo, away from slavery. She emerged in Ganelon, emaciated, scarred but alive.
Lheao's Fall and a new home
It took weeks for Arin to recover from her ordeal. It would take longer to absolve her of the fierce need for vengeance upon the drow that had inflicted such pain upon her. The young elf was finally convinced that there were alot of people that Dedrion's forces had hurt or even killed and that what mattered was justice for his victims...all of his victims. It was a new friend, Mitsuyoshi Munisai, that talked her down from the last vestiges of selfish vengeance.
In the next month or so, Arin focused on training once again. But there was something that had her on edge. A sense of impending doom. Her lover tried to convince her it was the aftereffects of her captivity. But Arin didn't quite feel right pinning it on that. One night, she had a dream so vivid and so clear that she raced off in her nightclothes to the home of one of the last remaining Council members. There was an emergent meeting called and after much discussion and a bit of panic on Arin's part, it was decided that Arin's dream was sent by Lo, warning them to flee Lheao as soon as it was possible.
It appeared Dedrion wasn't done with the Seanchanni. One of the Dread Lord's last crimes before he disappeared was the sacking of Lheao. The drow flooded the old fort and were quite surprised to find only a small handful of Seanchanni there packing up the rest of their things. The remnants fought and Arin's mother, Michi, was captured. The rest of the Seanchanni escaped as far as Ganelon, where the city quickly allowed them sanctuary in the forests around the community.
Arin spent much of the time in Ganelon, trying to think of where her people could stay that wouldn't burden Ganelon. The town was awfully generous in allowing them to stay there, but it wasn't right to rely on them. So the elf set out on a solitary journey, telling no one where she was going, as was her habit. She was sure Sunaan would give her hell for it, but as a guardian of her people, she could not set aside her duties. Setting out for the more remote parts of the continent, Arin went north. Perhaps the Ironcaps held the answer. What she found was something different entirely. An old, semi-abandoned castle. It turned out that an old ally of the Seanchanni resided there at times. Arin spent awhile touring the old place, working out a deal with the owner. The Seanchanni could move in if they repaired the damage. She readily agreed to this, knowing her people would see the benefit in this, even if the castle would be drafty and such being so near the ocean.
Distance makes the heart grow fonder and other myths of romance...
It took a few weeks, but the elves worked diligently and made the important bits of the castle livable. Arin spent her days training herself and her guards. In this time, Sunaan changed focus and decided to put his healer training to work. He labeled himself a doctor and proceeded to get lost in his work. This would start a downward spiral in their relationship. The more Sunaan worked, the more Arin did to try and fill the void created by this distance. Even when Sunaan proposed, Arin felt like it was forced on by guilt.
Things came to a head for her inwardly when she started planning the wedding. She had it all planned and then Sunaan found out. He threw a temper tantrum and Arin capitulated and threw herself back into planning an invasion of the Bastion, seeking out allies for it.
To this day, Arin pins the high elf's tantrum as the reason it was so easy for her to leave him behind.
A Warlock and a Wolf
During this time of upheaval, Arin was forced to take on much of the responsibility of Commander. Matrim had been absent for much of the time. Since the raid on Lheao and subsequent move to the castle, she had been the one to decide everything. It also made her the go to person for random visitations by random individuals.
One of the more notable arrivals to the castle was a small band of Ascan warriors, led by a stern man by the name of Baelimar. It was his right-hand elf though that would cause the most trouble. The Ascans were looking to ally, perhaps even integrate with Kharlia's last bit of an elven nation, as broken as they were. Tharyl Aleaneplith. A human-hating Ascan with a violent temper and a hateful tongue. He poked and prodded at Arin's patience, but it wasn't until Tharyl let it slip that he actually hunted and murdered humans that Arin was forced into something other than yelling at the embittered Ascan.
Arin took this information to Baelimar, upset and disturbed by such a thing. The Ascan leader then exiled Tharyl. That did not stop the slayings however. So Arin took it upon herself to seek out the warlock to be and confront him. After a few weeks of searching, she found him. She quite literally caught him in the act and proceeded to start a fight to the death with him. They fought and chased and eventually it came to a head. Arin had won, so to speak, forcing her sword to his throat. Tharyl gave up and goaded Arin to kill him. The redhead could only force his reasoning for killing so many humans out of him.
One thing led to another and Arin was able to talk Tharyl out of hunting humans completely. She has been tight-lipped about how she accomplished that. So far only one person knows the extent of her decision. Once the slaying stopped, Arin went back to the castle and went about her business.
During a visit to Laboo, Arin was almost run over by a darkly tanned, sandy booted giant of a man as she skinned her evening's rabbits.
