<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/5/5c/Aelen2.jpg/308px-Aelen2.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Milaelen 'Aelen' Quinrona (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1197999)</strong><br/><br/><strong>Sexuality</strong>: Slutty<br/><br/><strong>Personality</strong>:  Aelen is not what one expects if they know, or have heard of, the Moon elves.  Quite sociable and sweet, always eager to make a new friend or engage in a bit of derring-do, he seems incapable of grasping the difficult concept that life is hard and not everyone is a trustworthy person.  Despite the difficulties he's faced, he remains unerringly optimistic and convinced that there is more good in the world than bad.  This doesn't mean he is a coward or unwilling to take up arms when necessary, just that he prefers to try and befriend his foes, if possible.  He's a sucker for anything pleasing to the senses, such as sweets, soft fabrics, warm skin and pleasant smells.  Some have called him vain in the past, and it's true he prefers to always look and smell his best, loving nothing more than a hot cup of chocolate and a warm, honeysuckle-scented bath at the end of the day.  But, he's willing to sacrifice good looks and personal comfort when it is needed, whether it means getting messy pushing a cart through the mud or looking foolish in order to distract onlookers so that a companion can flee.  He's not very clever, can be easily distracted and, as said, tends to believe everything he is told.  However, he's also fiercely loyal, mostly honest and a sympathetic shoulder for his friends.  (Even when he<em>does</em>lie, which is rare, he's terrible at it, and never remembers the lie he invented, so is constantly making up new ones.)<br/><br/><strong>History</strong>:<br/><br/>Aelen was the first-born son of the Emperor of the Moon Elf enclave in the Dúeryn, otherwise known as the Night Wood or Dim Forest, named for the fact that the canopy of limbs was so thick all year 'round that it blocked almost all sunlight.  When he was a child, Aelen would lie on the soft beds of fallen leaves and moss that covered the forest floor and gaze up at the pinpricks of light that shone between the leaves like stars.  The elves were a friendly bunch, and often the villagers from nearby towns would venture into the woods to trade with them and buy the exotic fungi they cultivated and harvested from within the woods.  Most of the villagers avoided venturing off the paths in Dúeryn, since one could easily become disoriented and lose their way.  The elves, however, never experienced such difficulty...for the most part.<br/><br/>Aelen, however, proved quite early on that he was not gifted with his people's inherent sense of direction and instinctive understanding of the wood.  Neither was he smart enough not to go wandering off into it at every opportunity.  By the time he left, he'd been lost and recovered in the woods around his home more times than he, or indeed<em>anyone</em>, could count.  To his father's horror, Aelen proved not to be gifted which much in the way of brains, period, and his attempts to attend his lessons, rigorous and imperative for one who was destined to rule, were well-meaning but unimpressive.  His tutors quit one by one, driven mad by his inability to focus, his incessant, inane questions, or his incomprehension of even the most basic concepts.<br/><br/>While he failed when it came to book learning, survival skills and magical aptitude, his prowess with a sword and unfailing good-humor were undeniable.  From the time he could hold a weapon, he proved naturally gifted with the rapier and bow.  His slight form and inherent grace made his footwork and ability to dodge threats far superior to his bulkier father and younger brother.  Despite his father's protests, his mother had one of the royal entertainers teach him to dance, and it, along with his martial lessons, proved to be one of the few things he could easily pick up.  He even began incorporating his dancing lessons into his sword fighting and, while the dramatic flair annoyed his more stoic father, the man could not deny it worked.<br/><br/>As Aelen grew older, his father worried over the fact that he would one day be expected to rule their people.  While he was beloved and kind, his lack of intelligence and gullibility were not traits which inspired much confidence in his ability to rule well.  In fact, his younger brother, only five years his junior, was a brilliant warrior, excellent strategist and the spitting image of their father in both appearance and personality.  Their younger sister, like Aelen, looked very much like their mother, and she was possessed of a keen intellect and gift for magic.  Either would make a far better leader, in their father's mind, than his first born.  And so he devised a plan for how to ensure the future of their people would be saved from the fate of Aelen's leadership.<br/><br/>When Aelen was a hundred and twenty years old, his father took him aside and explained that he believed Aelen should leave the Enclave and experience more of the world.  He explained that a ruler must have an understanding of what lay beyond the woods, if they were to effectively lead their people.  Before long, and with little effort, he had not only convinced Aelen to leave the Night Wood, but that it was Aelen's idea to do so.  So, later that month, after he had gathered his supplies and convinced his, rather concerned, mother and sister to let him go, Aelen said goodbye to his people and struck off on his own to see the world.<br/><br/>Three weeks later, he found himself in a tavern, very far from home, and an orc took offense to his face.  Aelen tried to make nice, but his charm only seemed to anger the Orc even more.  He found himself suddenly outside, having been flung through a shuttered window.  The Orc followed him outside, using the door, and hauled him to his feet, with the plans to rearrange the pretty face that had so offended him.  Likely because it<em>was</em>so pretty and the Orc didn't like the way that pretty  boy face made him feel inside.  However, Aelen managed to draw the rapier his father had gifted to him before he had left home, the same rapier his father had been gifted by<em>his</em>father.  The point pressed to the underside of the Orc's chin, and Aelen threatened to drive it through unless the bully unhanded him.<br/><br/>Aelen's still unsure what happened next, or perhaps he's forgotten in all the lies he's spun about the tale, but a few moments later he was staring down at the rapier the Orc had snapped in half and tossed to the ground like trash.  He was clever enough to snatch up the broken pieces and flee while the Orc was too busy laughing to remember him.  Now, he travels aimlessly with his broken rapier on his hip and his crossbow strapped to his back, happily taking up any task, quest or odd-job that sounds even remotely dangerous.  He's convinced that all the hardships he experiences are preparing him for ruling his people, and when he eventually returns to Dúeryn he will be hailed a hero and will have earned his father's love and respect.<br/><br/><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1c/Aelen3.jpg)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/60/Aelen4.jpg)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ef/Aelen5.jpg)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/aa/Aelen6.jpg)</div>