Aelin Ninthalor

[Aelin Ninthalor]

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Name:
Aelin Ninthalor

Nicknames/Titles:
Only one, and it is barely used since she doesn’t like it herself.
Simple ‘Ae’.

Age:
93
She appears to be in her early twenties.

Gender:
Female.

Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual.

Occupation:
Nothing really. She’s studying Lore Magic and staff-fighting.
She’s a poet too, but that’s more of a hobby.

Class:
Upper class. Her family is old, and has one ancient weapon. A combat staff.
She is a Lore Mage, just like her brother and father. She doesn’t have any training in it whatsoever. Her brother was trained, and she has only very recently taken over his studies.

Marital Status:
Single.

Belongings:
A house, which has been in her family for generations., so it’s not her personal property really. She also has her own horse. A white stallion, named Ríordan. A combat staff, which is an Ancient Weapon. She barely knows how to handle it though, she has only just started training with it. The staff is named Lumea. It is the Staff of Fire.

Physical Description:
Aelin is fairly tall for an Elf. She’s 5”7’. She’s slim and has the build of a normal, healthy 20 year old woman. Her fingers are slender and fair. Lately though, they are starting to show some scars and other combat marks from training. Ailen is not particularly muscular. She’s slowly building some muscle from the training, but it’s barely noticeable. Her hair is dark brown, and has a faint reddish glow when it catches the sun. She usually wears it down. Her eyes are dark green. With eyes bigger then average, they stand out from the ordinary Elf. Like most Elves her lips are full. They’re regularly shaped, nothing special. The only thing that stands out about her nose, is that the bridge is slightly wider then usual. Her ears are, like all Elven ears, pointed, hers are particularly slim.

Ailen usually wears dresses indoors. Mostly earth colors, nothing flashy or ‘busy’. When she leaves the house to visit Illden she wears more practical clothing. Usually leather pants with a simple shirt and a corset, though not always. She does always wear her blue cloak and leather gloves though.

Play-by:
Sadly, I do not know the artist. The picture is from Drakonis avatars, and I would be more than happy to credit the artist should he or she reveal him or herself to me. I do not claim anything here. I wish I could make that sort of drawings. But I can't. By far.

Overall personality:
Ailen is usually a very quiet girl. She’s not a complainer. However, this also means that she doesn’t defend herself when someone insults or taunts her. She doesn’t stand up for herself and thinks any critique she gets is justified. This results in very low self-confidence, it’s not a big part of her personallity. The self-confidence she has, is very fragile, and can be shattered in a matter of seconds.
She will never question or oppose authority. At best, she will very politely hint that the person might not be entirely right.
Ailen is a very shy girl. Not very outgoing, a bit of a loner really. As mentioned before, Ailen has very little self-confidence. She always think that people think she’s dull and boring. And quite frankly, up until recently she was. Since she started training with her father she’s slowly starting to gain some self confidence. Realizing there IS something special about her, she’s becoming a bit more confident, and is more comfortable around other people.
Likes:
Poetry
Horseback riding
Reading a good book in front of the fireplace
Quiet walks in the forests surrounding Illden.
Secretly, she also enjoys the training sessions with her father.

Dislikes:
Liars
Bad wine
People who treat books and poetry without respect
Overly nosy people

Strengths:
Her determination to learn the skills her father is trying to teach her
Sneaking around, not being seen.

Weaknesses:
She’s not a very good liar.
Lore Magic (she barely knows anything about it.)
She gets oversensitive and shuts down completely for a while when somebody explicitaly critises her skills (Poetry, Lore Magic and Staff Combat alike)


Quirks:
It’s nothing visible, but Ailen loves to simple observe people, wondering what the story of their life is. When she sees someone truly intresting, she makes up the story herself. She has several of these written down. She looks like she’s daydreaming and it’s hard to reach her when she’s doing this.
She has days when she obsessively dusts of her books and bookshelves.

Fears:
Disappointing the people she loves
Crowds and chaotic situations

Secrets:
She’s recently started to sneak out of her room at night to do some practice of her own with her staff and Lore Magic.

Mother:
Riona Ninthalor

Father:
Ruarc Ninthalor.

Siblings:
One brother: Loriann Ninthalor

Pets:
A white and blue colored bird named Aeron. This bird is very loyal, and follows Aelin nearly everywhere. It is allowed to fly wherever it wants, Aelin knows it will always return to her.

Other:
A best friend, Neiras. She recently moved away, but they still write each other often.
Ailen’s not really a people person, she doesn’t really have any other real friends.

Overall history:
Born into one of older minor noble families of Illdan, Aelin’s childhood was fairly uneventful. The Ninthalor family isn’t extraordinary rich, but they do posses one of the ancient weapons. A combat staff, with the name Lumea. It is the Staff of Fire.
Aelin studied horseback riding and Elven history. At young age, Aelin discovered she loved poetry and was quite good at it herself. It became a very important hobby of hers.
As said earlier, her childhood was fairly uneventful.. Her brother was supposed to be trained in the use of Lumea and Lore Magic. Lorian preferred sword fighting however. Because he didn’t want to disappoint his father, Lorian continued his training with Lumea. One day, Ruarc found Lorian practicing with his sword in the training room. A conversation between the two followed, in which Lorian admitted that he wanted to become a Sword Fighter, to join the Thorn Warriors. Ruarc tried to talk his only son out of that idea, but Lorian decision had been made. He would become a Thorn Warrior on his own, with his self-taught sword fighting skills and without the help of the family weapon and Lore Magic.
And so it was that Ailen came in the possession of Lumea, the Ancient Staff of Fire. Lore Magic has been in the Ninthalor blood for countless generations and Ailen is no exception. To the outside world, Ailen pretends to be reluctant to learn these skills but in fact, she was always a bit envious of her brother.
She has been training for a few weeks now, in which her father has not even taught her one bit of magic. Instead, for the moment, he is focusing on teaching her how to handle Lumea without breaking her. Ailen is making some slow progress. Ailen is determined to learn the skills her father is trying to teach her. Whatever it takes.

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Sample:

‘…and so my training continues. Nagasti knows I could use a more patient teacher. You’d be delighted to see my clumsy attempts at handling Lumea, Neiras. Loriann seems to think it’s a hilarious sight.

I’ve sent a few of my latest poems with this letter, my dear friend. I’d be honored if you could send your opinion on them. I’ve always appreciated your thoughts on my work.

I await your respons.

All my blessings,
Ailen Ninthalor.’

Ailen scratched her chin with the back of her quill as she reread the letter she had just written. Neiras’ last letter had been joyous and full of surprises, much like Neiras herself. It had been three months since Neiras’ departure and not a single week had gone by without at least two letters from her.
“You miss Neiras too, don’t you little guy?” Aelin asked as Aeron made himself comfortable on her head. Unsurprisingly, no answer came. “I’ll take that as a yes then”
“Talking to yourself again Sis?”
It used to be Aelin nearly got a heart attack every time her brother decided to announce his presence like that. Fortunately, those days had long since passed.
“Hello to you too, Loriann”, she said as she turned around.
“I must say Ae, you look absolutely dashing. Aeron really compliments your eyes.”
Aelin couldn’t help but chuckling as she gently took the bird of her head.
“That has to be the 30th time you’ve used that one, and it never gets old.”
“Just like us Sis, just like us. That a letter to Neiras?”
Aelin answered that question with a slight nod.
“Awesome, can I read it?”
“I’d rather you didn’t…
But it was no used. Her brother had already snatched the letter of her desk. Aelin had to watch in horror as a wicked grin slowly spread across Loriann’s 15 year old looking face. Her brother was 34 years older than Ailen, but had always chosen to look like a teenager. Well, minus the greasy hair and bad skin quality every human teenager seemed to have.
“You write the sweetest things about me Sis”, Loriann grinned.
“Can I please have my letter back now Loriann?”
With an evil grin on his face her brother gave her the letter back.
“Thank you. Is there something I can help you with?” Ailen asked, with a slight smile on her face. When they were kids, Ailen ran to her mother every time Loriann did things like this. It was only later that she realized Loriann meant no harm and that he was simply a tease. Over time, Ailen had learned to see the humor behind Loriann’s mischief and she had come to admire the childish joy with which Loriann seemed to walk through his life.
“Sis, you wound me. Can ‘t I just drop by your room to see how my little sister is doing?”
Aelin raised a single eyebrow in return, “We both know you better than that Loriann.”
“Alright, alright”, her brother sighed, “Dad sent me, says you’re late for Fire Stick practice.”
A single peak out the window informed Aelin that her brother was right. She was late. Horribly late. Oh, this was awful.
“By Nagasti Loriann, you’re right!” Aelin blurted out, not even bothering to listen to Loriann’s sarcastic comment that followed.
She was already halfway across the hall when her brother stopped her.
“It’s your choice and all Sis, but shouldn’t you change first? I mean unless you want to go practice in that outfit…”
It was only then that Aelin realized she was still wearing her floor length blue dress.
“Heavens, you’re right Loriann, thank you again’, she said as she hurried back to her room.
“My pleasure Sis, I’d hate to see my birthday present get damaged”, her brother grinned as he closed the door behind her.

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Everything hurt when Aelin threw herself in her favorite armchair after her daily training with Lumea. She barely wore any protective clothing and father never held back with his own weapon. She already had some impressive bruises on her arms and legs .Ailen rolled her shoulders while she waited for the tea Giladi, the family servant, was getting her. Ailen undid her high ponytail and let her long brown hair fall back over her pointed ears. The leather gloves she always wore might have protected her from splinters, her hands still hurt from practicing with them. Both Loriann and her father ensured her that it would get better over time and it was already doing just that, but she was still glad every time she could take them off.
“Here you go my dear, you’ve earned it”, Giladi said as she handed Ailen a cup of steaming tea.
“Thank you Giladi, you’re a life saver, truly.”
She and Giladi had a wonderful chat and Ailen spent the rest of the day in front of the fireplace, looking through her books. Looking, but not reading. Her thoughts were with Lumea, and her next practice session…