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Aerien Vhenaris  [ 21 -- Male ]

Aerien stands at a rather tall height - naturally - with a lean and slim build. Though he may not seem much, that is where you would be mistaken. He uses his agility and rather quick reflexes to his advantage, strategically using his foes strength against them to best them if a situation of combat ever arose. As a weapon, he carries a fine-crafted bow, made of the wood of birch - it's pale colour evident of this, as well as a quiver that's made of sturdy leather. Patterns are etched into the wood of the bow in elegant flowing swirls and symbols, the lines showing experienced craftsmanship and expertise. You might even say the guy's emotionally attached to the weapon, however best not judge. His skin is a pale peach, but not so much so it's a ghostly white - which contrasts his hair, which is a glossy raven-black in colour. His hair, if let loose naturally, reaches a fair bit past his shoulders, ending just above his mid back. It's straight and usually kept well groomed and in good condition, commonly styled in a ponytail or half-ponytail, or generally just let down loosely depending on his initial mood; or if he bothers to fiddle with it. His eyes are a bright and striking Amber in colour, having a warming and soft tone to them. Though they can turn cold in a second, emotionless and uninviting to those who provoked him. What might catch most off guard about him however, is his pointed ears, showing evidently he is of elven heritage; whether others may view him higher or lower because of this, he cares not. Aerien is dignified and well-mannered, treating others of whom he is close to with respect. He is most definitely not afraid to speak his own thoughts, being quite outspoken in his opinions, though knows when the time is to stop. However, he is reserved when it comes to speaking of anything concerning himself, saying his past brings up bad memories and that he ill wished to return to them - and will become sharp and coldly assertive if further questioned on it, though apologises soon after for being too 'brash' about it, and that the individual was not at fault for inquiring about it as such. Despite this, the man overall is not a bad guy to be around, if you take a liking to his company. He has a sense of humour, and isn't afraid to joke around with a hint of ever so graceful sarcasm. Though, what is more bracing about him is what is concealed inside. In fact, there is a good reason he does not discuss much of his past. Covering his steps with evasive humour and presumed good will, lulling others into a false sense of security - all of which the path he has chosen has required him to do. He wears a mask, as such, hiding his true feelings and views away; the more to help in his goal. A time before the present, his family and he lived in relative peace, away from the conflict of the rivalling kingdoms. He was not what he is as present, he was kind and cared deeply for his younger sister, Llyra, feeling responsible as her older brother to keep her safe. However, when the uprising began, and the Kingdom of Ryantsby was marched upon, his family refused to aid the other supernatural's cause - fleeing in attempt to get away from the chaos that would soon ensue. Though all did not go as planned. His parents were killed unsuspectedly, most likely for refusing their aid to the other supernaturals as well as to keep them quiet, leaving Aerien and his sister alone and vulnerable. He vowed to Llyra he would allow no harm to come to her like their parents, that he would always keep her safe from harm. But alas, perhaps it was fate or something more, that was not meant to be. Upon the destruction of Macindaw, he and his sister stumbled across survivors. Bewildered and in destain, they lashed out at Aerien and his sister, mistaking them for being a part of the supernaturals that caused the destruction of both kingdoms. Aerien attempted to flee with his sister, though she was struck down, and in a fit of rage he did so the same to the Macindaw soldiers. He felt empty and lost, feeling he no longer had purpose, with having lost the last person that was tethering him to continuing on; and the grievance that came along with it, that he believed he had failed her, weighed him down like a boulder. That was, however, until he met the Sorceress herself. At first, he cursed her name, for everything she had caused; taking everything out on her because it was the only thing he could do, because he was too helpless to do all else. Though he was soon silenced by what she offered. A bargain of such, if you want to call it that. She spoke of ways she knew that could have a chance of bringing his sister back, and in return he would offer his service to her. Why she offered this to him, with so many pawns to her disposal already, he himself knew not at the time, he cared not; he knew only of the answer he gave her. And so, a deal was made, a two person alliance formed and a mind soon turned corrupt.