<strong>Alara'sorel</strong>,<em>Ranger in Exile</em>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=960251)<br/><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://img203.imageshack.us/img203/397/73711679.png)</div>Many elves take their love of nature to the extent of protecting the beasts of the wild from the constantly encrouching machinations of humanity. Their arrows piercing the invader's hearts and the trauma shaking the mind of trespassers into the protected woods of the elves. Sometimes however an elf will turn her attentions not to nature, but to the desires of those they once spurned.<br/><br/>Trappers, Fur Traders and the like are a constant source of luxury and income for the most wealthy of nobles of human kingdoms. From the most tame deer, the most ferocious bear, and even the most exotic of scaled beasts, the hides, skins and furs of the realm's rarest creatures fetches high prices on the open market. But the best profits are made on requests by the most influencial noble families, their desire for the rarest furs, hides and scales for their latest outfits driving their greed every onward.<br/><br/>Alara'sorel appeared a hunter of circumstance. Trained by the forest lords in the manner of nature's methods, she had taken to the bow and blade as any other elf in the land would. Over the many years she encountered races not of her own, and while their lives were short lived, she was intrigued by the brief candle-like lives of nearby human cities. Spending time within their walls, usually against the wishes of her lords, she learned of their ways and in return taught a few chosen taverners her ways, even if they could barely remember let alone practice them.<br/><br/>It was weeks later when a noble and his son approached her with a request, to bring them the fur of an elusive white tiger from the nearby kingdom of their enemy. Though she was hesitant, the humans offered her immense sums of money and with her new love of luxury, she could do little but agree. Since that day Alara'sorel has worked almost exclusively for non-elves, finding her deeds unacceptable and exile-worthy from her own lords. She has developed a world-wide reputation as being a tracker and trapper of the impossible. Hunter of beasts that supposedly could not be slain. A reputation she had, perhaps, not quite earned... but one she was not above letting slide to help her business.<br/><br/>As the years slipped on, she became more ruthless in her methods to bring in larger and larger bounties. A large beast with valuable fur might take a dozen arrows or more to fall, but a beast no matter the size, might well fall in one or two poisoned, or even magical arrows. To this end, she found herself learning to navigate the underworlds of humanity, finding her elven shape to be an uncommon yet highly prized attraction. With a few words of common said with a certain cooing tone, she could get many humans to do as she asked... though to acquire all of her supplies, sometimes theft itself was required. But little of it mattered... all that came to matter to her was the next hunt... and the next chest of coins.