Aislinn

2007-12-23T03:49:16Z

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Since her arrival one blistering winter -- left upon tavern steps by a guide soon vanished, this pale and otherworldly creature has become a recognizable figure; though only known well by a select few.

It is not that she shuns the company of others but a certain shyness is bred when one cannot see. The physical fault is one that is not obvious from a distance, not with how well the small Elven woman has memorized the inside of the tavern to navigate about. Should one approach near enough to drown within the blue midnight shades of her eyes, the mocking face of the milky full moon shall be found centered instead of a black pupil.

Her smiles are sweet things -- a promise of honey upon the pillows of a pink mouth and ears alert, elegantly tapered things that perk towards the love of a good conversation. Gentled ways are reflexed in every movement; she a central hub of calm for close friends.

Some rumors may float about her -- whispers of awe or less than favorable accusations of witch; and perhaps, some of that is true to an extent but only a select few could give evidence of the Oracle's gifts. Ask her how she came to be to this place and a dreamy, soft voice will merely answer that she fled the trap of a gilded cage and laid a path of crumbled hopes to start anew.

By appearance she seems as any Elf, small and slight -her willowed build graced by gowns of favored white or pale blues. Her hair a cascading waterfall of platinum blonde that will fall past knees when left unbound. Pale of flesh save a recent occurance that has left the tips of fingers and toes blushed with crimson that fades as the last knuckle of each digit is reached. By every appearance she is of pure Elven heritage save for that, perhaps a telling of something else that lurks within her blood.

Late night travelers will likely find themselves within the company of this known insomniac as she nurses a mug of her favored mint tea. In the summer of 207 AR, Aislinn married the young Count, [[Coran D'zir]]. On December 20, 207 AD she gave birth to their first child, a daughter, named Mochrie D'zir.

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Rosamaria Rameriz

2007-12-13T01:49:30Z

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==History==
The Rameriz merchant family had always been the talk of the town in [[Collingford]], ever since the young [[Leandro Rameriz|Leandro]] returned with his new blushing bride -- [[Marisol Rameriz|Marisol]]. Beautiful, gentle hearted [[Marisol Rameriz|Marisol]] who with her exotic looks became the new talked about scandal. She simply did -not- belong among the aristicatic families and more well to do landowners and merchants of [[Collingford]]. For better or worse, whispered words and rumors were passed on to the two children that resulted from such a union: [[Eduardo Rameriz|Eduardo]] and his younger sister, '''Rosamaria'''.

Other than being concidered a scandal as a half-blooded child, the woman would never deny the fact that her childhood was a pleasant one. More so than most of the women of [[Collingford]] may ever boast for there was a certain freedom allowed her that they would never experience. The family business was already promised to her elder brother, [[Eduardo Rameriz|Eduardo]], and prosperious enough were the Ramerizs that there was no need to marry their only daughter in a manner that they would profit from. What well bred man would wish to join in wed-lock the half blood anyways?

This all suited her just fine. It produced a rather wild childhood of numberous adventures -- a few of which a reluctant and much younger [[Coriolanus Helstone]] was dragged along. Not that he ever complained in the end as the two combined forces always found a way to rise above adversities together! Of course, as it does often happen to such close childhood friends, different paths would pull the two away from the shared innocence of youthful years.

While [[Coriolanus Helstone|Cory]] saw to his studies and beginnings of a blossoming career in court -- Rosamaria roamed. She, against her reluctant mother and father's wishes, had set out to seek her own fortunes. The blade that she had learned to hold during her brother's own fencing lessons was placed to grand use when she joined up with a small group of bounty hunters.

So much would be experienced in such a short amount of time -- some of which even [[Coriolanus Helstone|Cory]] has not yet learned of. The lady keeps her secrets well.

==Recent==
As fate would have it, strong ties of friendship would draw the dashing young woman to the vortex of trouble that [[Myrken Wood|Myrken]] has become. An answer to [[Coriolanus Helstone|Cory]]'s call for aid with his growing need for a guard as budding lawyer found himself thrust deeper into the politics of the land as [[Myrken Wood|Myrken's]] newest [[Judiciary Council|Councilman]].

For her loyalties, already the woman has stuffered through the horror of [[Drow]] and the mental torments of [[Mind Flayer|Illithids]]. Despite all of this, she still lingers steedfast at the side of one man.

Recent rumors say that the woman has lost her mind in the sense that much of her recent past has been forgotten, that she no longer believes that she has ever once picked up the blade. Some say that the mind simply blocks out all painful memories, others that it was brought about from the hit upon her head she suffered during the overthrow of former governor, Helstone. There is also word of an engagement announced between she and Mister Helstone.

==Appearance==
Lean and willow tall, the woman much resembles the slender blade that rests readily against her hip. There is a touch of exotic to her appearance, it is there in the almond shape of those dark, dark earthen eyes -- in the dusky olive of the seaside complexion inherited from her mother. The rich of chocolate hair is most often seen kept tied in a thick, no-nonsense braid.

The woman is known for her wardrobe, ranging from crimsons with delightful gold detailing to earthy hunter green and cream. While there is at times the harsh and sleek of leather, there is also the contrast of soft linens, of ribbons and lace.

Just because one operates within a world more readily accepting of men, it does not mean that one must look as one to be taken seriously. At least, that is her own formed opinion. A woman of the blade is the best of two worlds for they are both steel and silk.

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