Aranlyn Elensar

Aranlyn

Skin =obsidian, Eyes- Glowing Blue-green, Hair-Silver, Build- Fit

## History

First off, I am a dark elf, not a drow. Call me a spider worshiper and you will have a bad day. I am a chosen of my tribe. At a young age, I was put through the tests. I survived and unlocked potential that few achieved. My mentors started me on my path. They teach only so much and then, you are expected to move forward on your own. I did. I still do. Even after achieving what some would say is the pinnacle ...I still strive to move forward.

If I spoke of how I earned my title, most would think I am bragging. So what I will say is this. That event shaped me. I no longer believe in the so called gods. I believe in evolved beings that make the common believe they are gods. And this one premise drives me to continue my studies. It also led me to this place in a convoluted path. See, you kill a so called god and people come out of the woodwork to challenge you. I had mages demanding to know what magics I use, trying to equate my talents to some sort of jumped up sorcerer. Then came the lessers, those like me though not as good as me, seeking to prove themselves. I dislike petty games that can easily result in death. I am not squeamish, I will take a life. But it is not something that interests me. It was growing boring and tiresome. So, I took a little trip into the Fey Realms.

Fey minds are difficult. Many make the mistake of believing fey minds nonsensical and whimsical. Truth is, even in the chaos, there are patterns to be discovered, though they are highly emotional beings. But it was interesting to join these parties in the Feywilds and see how their minds work. Many see beauty in almost everything. It was illuminating. Some liked games that were far more intricate and compelling than most mortals could comprehend. And it was there that my life, my order, would be disrupted.

I did notice her. I may be a focused scholar, but I am still male. And she is stunning in her perfection. Her form, her grace, her coloration..she is a work of art. That is not me waxing poetic, it is simple truth. But her mind, chaotic, quicksilver twists and turns. Defiance coupled with determination. Hints of fear entwined with a sense of excitement and adventure. Awe at all that she encountered, including me. Desire to see me smile...a laugh that was near infectious. The lesser fey circled around her, just seeking to be near her. The darker fey desired her corruption. But once she engaged me in conversation, I just wanted her presence.

I know now that we were both drugged. Yet, I do not know in certainty if the drug truly changed much. I was drawn to her and her to me. Finding myself bound to her was intriguing, full of possibilities. Finding out that her family and betrothed now wished us both dead was both an annoyance and a blessing. Tricking her brothers was child's play. Finding us a place to claim was easy enough. Building up our own little domain, well that is a new challenge. Making room in my well ordered life for an emotional, mercurial fey beauty who's emotions can affect all around her can be irritating. But the truth of it is simple, seeing the world through her curious eyes can reignite my own passions for learning. And I am not bored.

### Skills

The mental arts, weapon enchantment, tattoo artistry

### Major Flaw/Flaws:

Deeply analytical to the point of appearing cold.

### Minor Flaw/Flaws:

Focused to the point of ignoring day to day life.

### Relationships

Jessamine- mate, she is mine to keep and protect, period.

Amres Elensar- distant nephew, found some trouble, may need to save, eventually.