Aur.

Character Name: Aur.

Name Meaning: The day/sunlight.

Age: Two hundred years of age.

Date of Birth: July 19th, 2910.

Race: Elf.

Residence: Previously Rivendell. Currently she wanders many place; particularly the wilds near Gondor and Mordor.

Profession: Alchemist, and wanderer.

Appearance:

To anyone gazing upon the young elven woman, frailty is all that can be seen. It is not necessarily the features which tie her to femininity--long hair, equally as lengthy eyelashes and an anatomy which would stereotypically be tied to lady--it is just as well her movements; the trepidation within the way she carries herself is like a mouse, more than anything, curious but ultimately fearful. It is not Aur’s decision to be seen in such a way, but her lithe form and the careful calculation of the paces she takes is enough to cause people to see her as either something pretty to admire, or something to jettison. The softness of her hands, the pale--almost sick--of her skin, and her height--five feet and six inches--being rather short for an elf do not aid Aur to shed the stereotype of a scared kitten, in the least.

Although Aur may walk like an elf who is fearful of what she might step in, her eyes do not lack any sort of fire. In fact, they are filled with fire. The green of her eyes, flecked with brown, is as bright as the leaves of a tree which cover the branches in the middle of summer. Where she might seem too careful in her movements, her eyes hold every fibre of herself, and they successfully covet the expanse of her personality; intelligent and driven. One only needs to look into her eyes if they wonder how she is feeling, or if she is lying. Her skin is quite pale, and her hair is brunette, cascading down her shoulders in soft waves, to reach her mid-back. She pins it back at times with silver pins given to her by her deceased mother--one sentiment which seems to speak louder than any other. The point of her ears is prominent, as is the height of her cheekbones, and the fullness of her lips, which make her elven nature evident to anyone.

Aur’s garments were given to her by her mother. She wears light armor, coloured in bronze, brown and green to accentuate her palette, but none of it seems to hinder her, simply there to serve a purpose of clothing her, and reminding her of her roots--of her mother. She carries a bow and quiver, but her true gifts lie dormant within the pages of the fraying books which she keeps with her. Covered by her armor is a very ugly and large scar, which stretches from her wrist to her elbow, upon her left arm. It was given to her by a Warg.

The ardent jewel of a penniless and nameless family.

Personality:

Two hundred years may seem like a lifetime to the humans of Middle-earth, but to the elves, it is only the beginning. For Aur, having spent most of her childhood and adolescence hearing, behind closed doors, about the harsh conditions of her family, isn’t content with spending hundreds of years wallowing in nothingness. How easy it would be to remain in Rivendell, to be sheltered by her mother, even if their shelter was breaking down, but Aur never wishes to be sheltered by anyone. She is strong in her convictions, and as ambitious as anyone. However, she is young. There is no doubt about that. She is not always gailly, like those of her age, but is easy to please, nonetheless. Her nature, grasping for the heights which most like her cannot reach, and the fact that the simplest of affections and the acknowledgement of her presence make her happy, mark her as youthful.

Aur often clings to those she is close to. She is not necessarily physically or even emotionally clingy, as contradictory as that sounds, but she keeps a silent watch on the people that she does not want to lose. It is easy to grow close to her. She is often lied to, and often believes those lies, if they are made pretty. But that does not mean that Aur isn’t smart. While she is gullible, reckless and short-tempered, she is as eager to learn, if not more, as any young scholar is. The old ways, and the new ones, are not lost upon her. She appreciates the subtle beauties of old fragments which others, who are twice her age, might pass off as rubble upon the ground. Her mind is adept to figuring out difficult problems and deciphering complicated phrases. The books she reads are not at an easy level, and the profession which she practices is often scorned, and thought of as a horrible mix between religion and witchcraft.

But her heart is in what she does. She is dedicated, and does not give up. She wanders to find beauty and history, sometimes together, but has never wished to be coddled. While she may prefer to wander the plains alone, she, as stated before, is easy to grow affectionate with, and her heart will just as easily be in her relationships, as it is in everything else.





Parents: 

Hal (meaning tall), a previous Hunter, disappeared ten years ago, assumed to be dead.

Aeril (meaning sea), deceased one year ago.

Sibling(s): None.

Spouse: She does not have one.

Children: None.

History: 

However wealthy Hal’s family had previously been, is unknown, and most likely leads to an answer which suggests no wealth, at all! Hal was a man with great convictions, but was inevitably doomed to suffer the fate that most kind men did; the destiny which denied him money, because, for how benevolent he was, people used and used him, till no end. However, Hal did not seem discontent with this. Although he was not wealthy, he had a home to call his own, and his job was to hunt. His aim was as good as any, and his game was better. He sold what he caught to those who were willing to buy, and that was a great many people, but Hal was often cheated, because the people asked for more, for so much less. Soon enough, he married Aeril, a very intelligent scholar’s daughter. It was a fitting match, as well as looked down upon by Aeril’s father. They lived, poor yet content, for years before trying for a child. When their daughter was born, it was another mouth to feed, but that did not dampen their spirits.

Aur grew up in a very small house, with very little money, and with parents who cared for her greatly. Her mother was often saddened by their living conditions, but she taught Aur all that she knew about academics, which stemmed her love for books. Aur was often bullied for the fact that her family did not have much money, but her adept mind was enough to send the other children cowering away in light of her wits. Hal taught Aur how to hunt; she was good with a bow, but better with a book. She helped him catch game, until she grew tired of the art, and pursued Alchemy instead. Often, she was scorned for her liking of the art of purifying objects--an art which garnered her the title of a fool, who chased after perfection, which would surely not come to a poor hunter’s daughter, like her.

Hal died in the wilds near Rivendell. Or maybe he is still alive, no one really knows for sure. Perhaps he decided, one day, that he would abandon his poor life, and his foolish daughter and his weak wife to pursue dreams beyond the forests preceding Rivendell. But that idea was not one that was plausible to Aur, or her mother. They assumed that he died, because he didn’t come back. Aur prepared to make her journey away from Rivendell, to enlighten her mind with beauty and history. When her mother was found dead, after aimlessly wandering the wilds, searching for her husband, her mind was set. She took her father’s bow, and his family’s armor, which he protected more than anything else, and then she set off into the wilds, away from Rivendell. For good, perhaps.