Araevin'aslaria Moontalon-Devereux
by Spiralism
"Oh, my name is such a mouthful! Just call me Ara!"
Drawn by me, do not use.
She often said with a slap on the back to the person she was chatting with. Araevin'aslaria Moontalon-Devereux had a long name that seemed more fit for a priestess or a Elven Noble than a gleeful, social Half-elf woman.
Her father has always sworn that The Drunken Hero himself, Cayden Cailean, witnessed his youngest daughter's birth; naming her as his one of his disciples that day. One only has to spend a few minutes with her to see the similarities between the half-elf and the descriptions of the God. She was confident, friendly, boisterous and always glad to have share some drink with anyone that would sit with her. It was a story she told often.
More than a few times she had happily taunted some of the crew into rough housing with her, much to the chagrin of the captain. Good-natured and always the first to laugh, excitement is her goal in her life, accepting odd jobs as long as the work does not hinder decent folks, or oppress anyone. Freedom and Good cheer is her mantra, and bawdy songs can really get her going, she sang quite a few, trading with the sailors. She flirted with nearly everyone, and seemed unashamed about hanging off a stranger or two when her mood was right.
She proudly proclaimed her homeland to be Absalom, her mother a famous Healer(though not many had heard of her). And her human father was a Brewer there, in direct competition with some dwarves in the city. She bragged of her own accomplishments as much as her family's, a prize fighter, she often fought in back allies and hidden rings, since the guards would love to throw her into the jail for illegal gambling. Though when asked of siblings, she shrugged and vaguely mentioned a sister, though would not say much else. Mumbling something about 'stuffy rules and musty books'. And only once, she mentioned a full elf brother.
Her long brown hair probably reached the mid of her back, but she kept it braided or simply tied back and out of her tankard, when she drank. Hazel eyes reminded people of trees, green and brown dancing together in her almond eyes. Her small pointed ears seemed to twitch when people spoke, making her seem that much more interested in the conversation. Her body was tanned and lean, close to six feet tall, she looked like she did labor for a living with how fit she was. She wore a soft strapless top about often and boots that went up to her knees, when she walked, one of the boots rattled a bit. She kept a dog with her, a mutt with one brown eye and one blue and half-cocked ears. It wagged and lapped at her whenever she knelt down to speak to it, but was obviously a guard dog as it never slept when she did. Its silvering speckled coat made it hard to miss, but its growl was far more jarring.
Her father has always sworn that The Drunken Hero himself, Cayden Cailean, witnessed his youngest daughter's birth; naming her as his one of his disciples that day. One only has to spend a few minutes with her to see the similarities between the half-elf and the descriptions of the God. She was confident, friendly, boisterous and always glad to have share some drink with anyone that would sit with her. It was a story she told often.
More than a few times she had happily taunted some of the crew into rough housing with her, much to the chagrin of the captain. Good-natured and always the first to laugh, excitement is her goal in her life, accepting odd jobs as long as the work does not hinder decent folks, or oppress anyone. Freedom and Good cheer is her mantra, and bawdy songs can really get her going, she sang quite a few, trading with the sailors. She flirted with nearly everyone, and seemed unashamed about hanging off a stranger or two when her mood was right.
She proudly proclaimed her homeland to be Absalom, her mother a famous Healer(though not many had heard of her). And her human father was a Brewer there, in direct competition with some dwarves in the city. She bragged of her own accomplishments as much as her family's, a prize fighter, she often fought in back allies and hidden rings, since the guards would love to throw her into the jail for illegal gambling. Though when asked of siblings, she shrugged and vaguely mentioned a sister, though would not say much else. Mumbling something about 'stuffy rules and musty books'. And only once, she mentioned a full elf brother.
Her long brown hair probably reached the mid of her back, but she kept it braided or simply tied back and out of her tankard, when she drank. Hazel eyes reminded people of trees, green and brown dancing together in her almond eyes. Her small pointed ears seemed to twitch when people spoke, making her seem that much more interested in the conversation. Her body was tanned and lean, close to six feet tall, she looked like she did labor for a living with how fit she was. She wore a soft strapless top about often and boots that went up to her knees, when she walked, one of the boots rattled a bit. She kept a dog with her, a mutt with one brown eye and one blue and half-cocked ears. It wagged and lapped at her whenever she knelt down to speak to it, but was obviously a guard dog as it never slept when she did. Its silvering speckled coat made it hard to miss, but its growl was far more jarring.
Personality/Past
Rowdy, Friendly, Social, Braggart, Confident, passionate, flirtatious, social drinker. Alignment: Chaotic Good Childhood: Grew up in a huge Metropolis, preferred to play with boys. Likes rough housing and getting dirty. Teens: Started fighting for money. Had a few fling relationships, casual dating. Had one serious relationship that ended badly. Present/Adulthood: Serious Street fighting. Social drinking, quick flings with men. Adrenaline Junkie. Traveling with a small group of adventurers for the thrill of new cultures and people to fight. |
Feats:
- Throw Anything: Insures no penalties for improvised thrown weapons. Such as her favorite, pewter tankards, rocks and broken table legs. - Step Up: Get an immediate 5foot move action before an attack, separate from the one allowed by her turn. Meaning she can maneuver around the field around her foe as much as she likes. - Skill Focus(Intimidate) Traits: - Caretaker: Being raised by a skilled herbalist and healer, Ara is familiar with healing and has Heal as a permanent Class Skill. - Fast-Talker: Using her wits to get her out of trouble for illegal fights and tavern fights, she is a skilled Bluff artist. Bluff is a permanent Class Skill. |