Name: Eshalu<br/>Race: Wood Elf<br/>Height: 5' 7"<br/>Weight: 125<br/>Physique: Tall for an elf and somewhat androgynous by human standards; wiry, lank and athletic.<br/>Skin: Tawny, tanned by years of exposure to the elements.<br/>Hair: light golden<br/>Eyes: a decidedly<em>fae</em>shade of blue<br/><br/>Refresh: 2<br/>Fate: 2<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Aspects</span>:<br/><br/>(High Concept) Caern Warder (in training)<br/>(Trouble) Sheltered Upbringing<br/>(Phase One) Initiate of the Lodge of Rangers<br/>(Phase Two) On Walkabout<br/>(Phase Three) Brave New World<br/><br/>Phase One<br/>Eshalu was born in the realm of the Forest Mother, in the primeval boreal forests too inhospitable for humans to colonise. Destined for the ranger caste after her augury was written in logograms with gryphon blood by a Tender of the Mother's Grove, she was raised in the Lodge of Rangers. Amongst her people, the ranger caste is restricted to women born at night under a red moon. Their ways are not the brutal ways of human warriors; the ranger is one with her Lodge and her Caern. There is no individual glory - only the greater good of the People and of the Forest Mother. Trained in the art of guerrilla war - tracking, stalking, hunting and winning by subtlety and mastery of the environment - she became a paragon of her people, a heroine in training.<br/><br/>Only one last trial remained before her head would be shaven, a new suit of leather armour cut for her, and a lance forged from the silvery metal from the heart of a dead star fallen to earth.  One last trial before she could call herself a ranger.<br/><br/>The rite of initiation took place by moonlight. The Mistress of the Track had let her keep the haunch of a freshly killed elk so she could feast with the pretty silver-haired druid who until then had only admired her from afar. Then she ventured deep under the roots of the First Growth and faced the spirit invoked by the shamans of her Caern to test her: She of a Myriad Thorns. The struggle was swift and furious, like duels between Elves often are. A flurry of desperate blows, frantic parries and adrenaline fueled strikes later, she was greeted by the masked Tenders of the Grove clad in red and green robes and initiated into the mysteries of the Forest Mother.<br/><br/>That night she was given a new name to replace her child-name. Her old clothes were burnt and her head was shaven. She was born anew.<br/><br/>Phase Two<br/><br/>To follow the ranger's path is to wander the world before returning to the Lodge and taking up the duties of a Warder of the Caern. So it was that with her leather armour crafted from the single skin of a poison-tailed wyvern, and her lance and shortsword forged and imbued with the symbols of her augury, she set out into a world she had never seen and never understood. Repelled and fascinated by human society and truly bewildered by those Elves who chose to live in the forests of stone and cut timber, she found a world both daunting and filled with endless opportunity.<br/><br/>She always thought slaying monsters - human, humanoid or otherwise - to be a service to the Forest Mother and the Moon Huntress and the true calling of a ranger. Though she knew she was innocent to the mercenary ways of the human world, and to its complex and absurd hierarchies, she sought out a place where she could bring pride to her Lodge so that her Lodge-Sisters would have tales to tell for posterity.<br/><br/>So it was that Dra Sirdu called to her from across the sea. She knows that she find aid and comfort in like-minded humans, but her dream-quest was clear: by her deeds, the spirits of countless distant lands would sing the stories of her Lodge.<br/><br/>Phase Three<br/><br/>Of the humans she would meet, Aeryn would both affirm and challenge her understanding of life outside of the realm of the Forest Mother. On the one hand was the desire for power and the repugnant act of organised warfare which never aimed to restore the Balance, but undo it in favour of the victor. Yet there was also the opportunity to transmit the Way and the stories of her Lodge to those who would listen, so that the stories of her Caern and the spirits that birthed them would one day be heard in distant lands.<br/><br/>Aeryn knew the words spoken with ink and had the mind of a druid - agile, curious and full of understanding. That drew Eshalu in, until mind and flesh were one and she found herself contemplating that which she would never have imagined possible - willingly and happily surrendering herself to a human's touch.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Skills</span><br/><br/>Great (+4) Fighting<br/>Good (+3) Stealth, Athletics<br/>Fair(+2) Notice, Empathy, Physique<br/>Average(+1) Will, Drive, Crafts, Intimidation<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Stunts</span><br/><br/>1 Killing Stroke<br/>2 Hardcore Parkour<br/><br/>Physical Stress (Physique)<br/>[1] [2] [3] [4]<br/><br/>Mental Stress (Will)<br/>[1] [2] [3]<br/><br/>Consequences<br/>-<br/>-<br/>-<br/><br/>(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6174s7RxB1rz7r1oo1_500.jpg)