<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Character:</span></strong></span></div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Name: </strong>Lady Melarien va’Taeloris. (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6e/Melarien.jpg)<br/><strong>Shortnames: </strong> <em>Larien, Lari, Tree Dancer.</em><br/><strong>Musical Inspiration:</strong> Having Seen the Moon - Karl Jenkins. (http://grooveshark.com/#!/s/Having+Seen+The+Moon/4Pinsx?src=5)<br/><strong>Age: </strong> 309<br/><strong>Sex: </strong>Female.<br/><br/><strong>Hair: </strong>Brown (curly).<br/><strong>Eyes: </strong>Hazel-green/gold.<br/><strong>Skin: </strong>Sunkissed; fair.<br/><strong>Weight: </strong>Lithe, somewhat curvy.<br/><strong>Height: </strong>5' 6" (1.68 m)<br/><strong>Other: </strong> <em>Facial scarring; green tattooing on back depicting tree vines and the words in two elven tongues: 'Sweet forest - grant us peace among the wilds. In return the blessed contemplation nor seeking of knowledge never be forgotten.'</em><br/><strong>Race: </strong> Peranos</span><br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Information:</span></span></strong></div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Appearance: </strong> Women among the Peranos are of course, beautiful.  Such is expected to a certain extent.  For Melarien - it is more likely that one would call her striking instead.  Her long, curling hair flows well past her hips in neat thin braids that are then woven together thicker than a man’s wrist.  Certainly feminine in her appearance due the general lack of combat arts, she has the skill at wielding a bow and a blades if the need arises, but it has been the case few times: healers are more highly sought. <br/><br/>Melarien could never be called weak or useless when it comes to defending herself.  Beneath her elegant robes rests chain armour so smooth and thin that it is nearly weightless. It had been passed down through the female line of the va’Taeloris for eons, and shifts to the wearer’s form.  It was a gift from a distant Trithos female relative from her father upon a marriage begun in love.  The art to create such garments is long lost, or so it is believed.<br/><br/>It is a proud yet calm face that greets the one looking at Lady va’Taeloris, unwavering in conviction and inner strength shown by way of compromise.  Her eyes are a soft hazel the colour of both a new and a dying leaf at once, often said to be an omen of good portents on the horizon for it reflects the colours of the cycle of life in the known world.  <br/><br/>Sunkissed skin is mostly smooth save a terrible, silvery scar that slices into the left side of Melarien’s face. It is decades old and well healed, displaying that a mark that could have caused the loss of her eye did not and the grace and skill of the healer that took care of her.  It trails from her forehead to her chin where it ends abruptly. Rosebud lips often pull into a smile on the right side of her face, lending to an almost dryly humoured and intense expression when one has all of her attention. She is often scented subtly of herbs and has a wind caressed appearance as though she spent all of her time in a nearby tree, climbing for hours.  <br/><br/><strong>Personality and Outlook: </strong> Melarien is calm in comparison to her Peranosian kin, steady, one could call her.  She is a young woman that is self possessed and assertive, having an enjoyment of quiet.  The flighty and pleasant behaviour of most other ladies seems to simply have passed her by, even before the war that began sixty years previous.  <br/><br/>She was born a gentle, calm evening over three centuries ago. A quiet child for some years, eventually she chose to speak, and the first word she uttered was the elven word for ‘contemplative silence’.  If there were words to describe her - even in the midst of war, it would be patient, and perhaps possessed of wisdom beyond her years, and humble.  While many of her other kin wish to kill as many of the Centos as possible, she spends her time pondering how they might make peace - though always does her part in regards to duty toward those that choose to make war their lives, as many Peranos - she oft phrases it with sadness - have known nothing else their entire lives.<br/><br/>The above traits have done nothing but strengthen her resolve that the war will come to an end. She has an adoration of carving wooden instruments in a fashion that is lost by most of their kind, and weaving clothing that invokes the elements to halt blows and keep a fighter from being pierced by Centosian crossbow bolts. <br/><br/><strong>Background: </strong> Larien, as she is sometimes called by those close to her is interestingly unmarried - and never was.  Her interest in frolicking and sensual play seems to be nearly absent - unless one knows what to look for. She is considered highly placed among her direct kin even though most might consider her socially odd and stoic, clinging to old traditions that many choose not to.  For Larien, it is simple.  Each moment has a meaning, and a purpose.  To set history aside means that one is doomed to repeat it, and such is not always a good thing.<br/><br/>She spent her time in relative peace, taking the occasional lover every fifty years or so for a brief period.  With the gaining of her Age of Maturity and the ceremony days before her twenty fifth year, Melarien chose to become a healer and to this day has learned the working of herbs for healing to an artform beyond her three centuries.  For her ceremony she had the choice among the va’Taeloris family to either choose to fight and wield a long bow like most of her kin, or heal.  <br/><br/>The choice was a <em>calling and instinct</em>. A party had returned to her home with a distant cousin that lay near to death.  As she had spent her youth learning of both poultices and the use of weapons - she understood that the man would die if the correct herbs and removal of a crossbow bolt was not done correctly.  With only two days and three nights to save the man - Melarien decided to challenge herself by making the poultices to heal - and eventually save the wounded man.<br/><br/>Of course the last sixty years or so - have been a strain on that idyllic peace.  As a skilled healer and one that bends herself quite keenly to ritualistic practise and tradition she is often quite busy, having little time for idle hands.  While not mentally inclined to the warring - she is of a keen understanding that often, one must either do things that one does not like - or learn to love something that one previously may have hated.  It might be believed that she ought to be more bitter in regard to the war as a result of especially the loss of a then current lover, a stave wielding and bowman named - <em>Kelineth la'Vurenin</em> - at the start of the war some six decades ago.  However - rather than being buried in old grief and bitterness - the personal affect of the war upon the lady has only been a harder determination to end the fighting.  Of course, such has not been a success - but her hope never abates.   <br/><br/>The va’Taeloris family is quite highly ranked among the Peranos - but not of course at all the highest, allowing Melarien the use of the title in their tongue ‘lady’.  In a general sense while she has little enough interest in politics - her wisdom is often sought by those frustrated by what seems to be a pitched and losing battle for the elvenkind against the Centos.<br/><br/><br/><strong>OOC Ons and Offs: </strong> While I have a link in my signature, primarily vore, scat, gore, and torture during sex are my offs, as well as writing that isn’t thoughtful.  Reading through massive typos isn’t pleasant.  Otherwise, ask me.  Rough sexual encounters are lovely for a character just as much as tenderly written intimacy is. In general I’m okay with much of anything - but I like for story to develop before characters simply jump in the sack so to speak, unless prior background is discussed. Thank you!</span>