<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/VoMy9La.jpg)</div><strong>Name :</strong>Alenithidaliel Fromajienli of Aurendaledon Glen's Dewshining Waterfall's Mist's Rainbow-Spun Light.  NO ONE CALLS HER THIS.  Allie is fine.<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Half-elf<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Alcolyte of a matronly, immaculate, and boring elven water-spirit turned country-girl troublemaker.<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong>Bisexual in a 'what the hell, I could try that!' kind of way<br/><strong>Ons :</strong>Adventure, cleanliness, sense of fun, exploration, friends with benefits, friends who share, learning and trying new things, not rushing it, not being afraid to talk about it, flirting, dating, drinking, games, GAMES!, gentleness, good-heartedness, and patience.<br/><strong>Offs :</strong>Body waste, bad hygiene, degradation, underage, inflation, impregnation, underage, extreme ageplay.<br/><strong>Favorite Mode of Attack:</strong>Bet I can hit that (precise-fired arrow)<br/><strong>Height :</strong>5'11<br/><strong>Build :</strong>Slender and athletic, enviably well-endowed but not ridiculously so, and tall.  Just nature doing its part to drive a wedge into human-halfelf relations, as usual.<br/><strong>Description :</strong>Gods, don't you absolutely hate her.  She's that kind of girl who doesn't wear a smudge of makeup, but her eyes sparkle, her lips are rosy and pink, her skin has a honey-colored tan, and her fair hair just glistens.  Glistens?  Yeah, the bitch.  UGH.  She's even got these cheekbones that stand out perfectly like someone took a chisel and knocked out her back teeth, but she's so (I'm sorry, I just gagged) so damn -healthy- looking, how can she be so thin?  And even though she dresses like a bloody WOODSMAN-- YOU know, with the laced leather boots, the worn old frock, the leather gloves and the men's breeches that have NO shape, NO fancy trimmin', nothin, the bloody things just cling to her ass and EMPHASIZE how round it is, they just catch the wind to show how her waist tapers and her tits-- swear to the gods she's probably never even OWNED a bra-- have the perk of fresh tomatoes right off the bloody vine mid-summer.  And she's got them elven features, the tilt to her eyes, the high, thin eyebrows, the little points to her ears-- but if she covered them last bits up you'd swear she... she was jus', some... girl.  It's not fair, it's not right.  The gods are cruel.<br/><br/><strong>Personality :</strong>And she's gotta be evil, right, to be so... oh lord of the manor she just bent over to pick a mushroom, and I think I might be a lesbian now... anyway, where was I?  Right.  But she's not evil, or doesn't SEEM it.  She's... she's BLOODY NICE.  She smiles at you like she really means it, like she's happy to see you.  She talks plain but with a bit of that weird way of sayin' her words they have, where some things don't come out quite right, like a noble from another country or somethin'.  But she helped drive the rats out'a me basement for a couple coppers this week, and she seemed right glad to get 'em, and even dusted the shelves down there.  She brought me some wild strawberries she found and wouldn't take nothin' for 'em, an' cleaned some fish for me supper.  Somethin' about she jus' "wanted the experience."  Some experience that must'a been.  An' she had COBwebs in 'er hair and a live spider stuck to 'er, and she screamed when she saw it an' I felt BAD FOR HER instead of laughin'.  Ugh.  So anyway, aside from her fear o' the exoskeletal varietied creatures of the dark, I'd say she's at least not afraid of a good day's work, and that's the kind of courage that counts.<br/><br/><strong>Story :</strong>Allie was born to the adventurous daughter of an elven druid priestess from a secluded glade, the product of a brief affair with a traveling adventurer who departed as quickly and without warning as the priestess' menstrual cycles to "seek fame and fortune"... undoubtedly far from any form of parental support.  She grew up imagining stories of her "famous" father, absorbing knowledge from her circle (with whom she formed close social but no magical connection, for her blood, being only half-elven, seemed to be unable to commune with the natural spirits of the druidic fonts of power).  So, in a short time (shockingly short by elven standards), she was a young woman of twenty-one, stomping through the woods with a fishing pole, a bow, and a skinning knife alone for weeks at a time, meeting travelers and creatures and spirits and learning, through them, a motley and sometimes awkwardly inaccurate perspective of mankind's society.<br/><br/>So she has set out from the glade, with her mothers' reluctant blessing, as a recognized adult (despite being only 21, they had to reluctantly admit that by half-elven standards she is, in fact, a woman).  She hopes to become an 'adventurer' like her estranged father and, if possible, perhaps reconnect with this hero, having no idea of the man's actual fate or career.  The glade was beautiful, and she hopes to return with stories of all she's seen to her "brothers and sisters," but she was warned that if she returns with a corrupted heart, she will not be able to find the circle.  She assumes that corruption to mean evil, but the warning was vague, and it could mean a perversion of her love of nature, or any ill intent toward those in the glade.<br/><br/><strong>Player: Ixy</strong>