From an outsider's perspective, one couldn't discern much about Aerin's appearance by visual analysis alone. The Aerin that everybody sees wears a dark gray/dark blue hooded cloak inscribed with traditional designs based in Arcana. The rest of his clothing is the same color and bears the same designs, with the exception of his footwear. Although one could only afford slight glimpses of his face, they would see one hidden by shadow and piercing, ice blue eyes.

The Aerin rarely anyone, save for authority figures and people he holds in high regard, gets to see is a far cry from the face he wears in public. His hair is an odd shade of light gray tinged with blue, giving him an appearance of being older than he actually is. His icy eyes are softer, as are his facial features. Due to his extensive hand-to-hand combat training, his body has been sculpted into a lithe form that allows for maximum strength and fluidity behind his movements. Being proficient at physical activity comes with a cost, however; this price comes as scars that cover most of his body. Perhaps the most prominent is the scar on his face; it runs from the side of his right eye down to just under the right corner of his mouth. Although he isn't vain, he's enchanted his cloak to hide the scar while he wears it, completing the illusion of having two faces.

Jerec Lok'Har was born in the city of Eko. His parents were adamant about teaching him from the time he could talk that taking comfort in solitude and introvertedness were admirable qualities in any Ekoian youth; in truth, they had been less than happy about his arrival and did their best to distance themselves as his parents, only doing the bare minimum they needed to do to raise him.

When he was old enough, his parents were more than happy to ship him off to a school where he could learn the Arcane arts, as well as hand-to-hand combat.

Although he caught on quickly to Arcana, he harbored feelings of resentment for his parents that eventually culminated in him almost trying to kill another student in combat training. He was severely punished but was allowed to remain at the school.

As time went on, he figured out that his teachers were putting him up against highly proficient opponents in an effort to keep him from being able to defeat his opponents and repeating his previous infraction. As they had planned, he was defeated on a constant basis and humiliated in front of the other students. Despite this, he continued on in his training in both combat and Arcana.

During the remainder of his time in school, he became more proficient in Alteration than any other school of Arcana, much to the happiness of his teachers. He began to incorporate it into his combat training, although it was forbidden from being used during training. He practiced with other students outside of classes, putting the new combination of magic to the test in unmonitored combat.

In his last year at school, he became entangled in a murder that happened to another student he'd been training with. The victim had been brutally beheaded and Jerec was in danger of being blamed, but was saved by the testimonials of several students. He was let off, but rumors still flew around the school about his involvement.

When it came time to leave school at the age of twenty, Jerec didn't look back; in fact, he only kept looking forward as he left Eko to distance himself from the parents who didn't want him and the school that had been so quick to pin him with murder. He finally found refuge in Haven, and he spent thirteen years there before returning to Eko. His coming of age came and went without notice, although he did treat himself to new clothing.

When he arrived in his home city, he was a totally different person; no one in Eko would have been able to recognize him as he now wore clothing and a hooded cloak emblazoned with Arcane Ekoian designs and he was known as Aerin Tarrowind, a name he'd crafted for himself as an escape from his previous life. Through various incidents and battles, he became marked with several scars, including one that raked across his face.

With his new identity forged, he was able to settle down in Eko and begin life anew. He was happy to discover that his parents had died in his absence, causing him to feel complete. Now that every trace of his old life was gone, he could finally be happy.

Now, he lives primarily in Eko, although he makes the treacherous journey to Haven to return to the place that had taken him in after he'd been so brutally rejected by his home city.

Through the twisted teachings of his parents, Aerin is an introvert. He spends most of his time alone as he was taught to do as a young boy, which gives him more time to focus on becoming a better mage and combatant, although he tends to stray from physical conflict.

Despite his withdrawn personality, he tends to choose his words carefully rather than slinging sarcastic barbs. If his infraction at school taught him anything, it was that one needs to watch what they do and say lest they be betrayed by figures of authority. With this attitude comes a great disdain for the Ekoians who "raised" him, and this is often passed on to other Ekoian authority figures, although he abides by the law.

There is a downside to being reflective and introverted; he has a hard time making friends. Unless he finds common ground that he deems important, he generally tends to steer clear of forming casual acquaintances. He holds lasting, meaningful relationships in high regard, and despises anyone who doesn't.

“Can I help you?”

The words caused the hooded man to turn around.

“Excuse me?” he asked, seeing the twinge of fear coming from the Ekoian shopkeeper as he answered.

“Is there anything I can help you find?” the older Ekoian asked, looking nervous. Oh great, he probably thinks I’m going to rob him, Aerin thought as he surveyed the clerk’s face.

“Dried sea ferns. Do you have any?” he said brusquely, and the shopkeeper became noticeably less nervous.

“Of course. Right over here,” the man said, guiding Aerin to a box that contained the plants he needed. Grabbing a handful, he took them up to the counter and paid for them; the shopkeeper’s relief at seeing him go was tangible as he put Aerin’s purchases in a bag. Aerin pretended to spit as he left, illustrating his disdain for having been treated so poorly.

“You think he’d never seen anyone wearing a cloak before. I’m never going back there again,” he muttered to himself, opening the bag to breathe the herbaceous scent that emanated from the dried plants.

The journey back to his house in Eko was short, but as always, he got strange looks, mostly from children, as he traveled. He tried not to let it bother him but as usual, it did.

Didn’t they understand that he was trying to hide his appearance because it was the only thing from his old life that constantly stayed with him? As far as he knew, there weren’t any Healers in Zathryn that could fix that. As long as he looked the way he did, the hood would stay up, especially if there was a chance that he could run into anyone he knew.

He was glad to be back home, and he closed the door behind him. There was a certain comfort in the silence he heard, but that was just one of the advantages of living alone. Nobody to be considerate of, and nobody to answer to. It was just how he liked it.

In the kitchen, he walked over to a pot suspended over a fire in the hearth. The flame had gone down, which was perfect, as the clay pot had heated sufficiently enough to simmer the stew contained inside. He lowered his hood and dumped the sea ferns into the pot, using a long wooden spoon to stir the contents. Almost immediately, a hearty and satisfying aroma flooded his house and he took a deep breath, enjoying the fragrance. It wasn’t often that he cooked but when he did, it turned out amazingly.

-X-

He spent his time waiting for the stew reading a book on Alteration and attempting the techniques. It told him how to infuse his muscles with strength to enhance hand-to-hand combat and, after a few trials, he was able to make a hole in his wall. He’d have to repair it later, but knowing that he could temporarily imbue himself with super-strength would give him a great edge in battle, should the need arise.

The subtle smell of the cooking sea ferns told him his concoction was ready and he got up to go into the kitchen. The aroma was much stronger in there, but he grabbed a spoon and ladled some into a bowl. After an initial taste test, he determined that sea ferns made stew amazing, so he sat down in a chair and began to eat, contemplating a journey into Haven the next day.

Since 2005, so around 4 years.

Like many from her race, Kali stands at a reasonably tall height of six foot one, making her slightly taller than the minimum for her race. Her height is something she actually enjoys using on a day to day basis. Kali uses her height to her advantage, helping out people that can't really see over other things, or helping them reach things they can't quite reach because they're not quite the proper height to get what it is they want.

Despite being as tall as she is, Kali is light on her feet, allowing for her to run at vast speeds, and to travel quietly without someone knowing she's around. Although Kali moves easily and freely on the ground, she prefers to be in trees, moving from one to the next without much effort. She prefers the highness of the trees, the ability to look down on others without them knowing she's truly there unless of course they somehow catch her. Being in the trees has other advantages as well, like the ability to sneak up and jump down on an member of the enemy before they catch you. The only thing anyone would have to work past of course would be a fear of heights.

Another trait that Kali possess as a mark of her race is her long hair. Her hair is a rich chocolate brown tone, shining lighter in some portions when the sun hits her hair, giving her the look of natural highlights. Extending to the middle of her back, her hair as a natural straightness to it, only showing a bit of a wave towards the tips where they flare in different directions giving her a slight split end appearance. She doesn't use anything to hold back her hair, so it's no surprise when strands of it fall into her face, although it's almost always the small hairs that are too short to put back into anything. At times though, Kali does pull the front portions of her hair back at the sides and holds it along the back of her hair with a tie she has made from some of her favorite flowers and wood from her favorite tree which grows near her home.

The most noticeable feature of the young she-elf's face would be her eyes. Two shining pools of blue, her eyes are a bright blue shade, shining brightly even in the dullest amount of light. Her eyes, unlike her parents grey eyes, are something that she doesn't pull from them but from their parents, making it appear as if the color skips a generation. The rest of her face dawns a small and narrow nose, resting above a pair of light pink slightly pout-shaped lips. Her face is clear of any blemishes or scars, making her glad for once that any cut she got on her face as never shown up in the form of her scar.

The young elven's body is slim but strong, showing off her athletic side easily. Her arms are strong yet thin but not too thin. Her stomach is flat due to her careful diet, and her legs are long and thin with just a little bit over the normal amount of muscle within them. Her overall skin tone is a pale milky white, showing up any differences on it easily like the tattoo she has on her arm which she received when she came of age.

Her clothing shows off the earth tones that surround her almost everyday. Her tops are usually long sleeved with a slight point at the top part of the end of the sleeve, pointing towards her fingers. Her tops are a dark shade of green with a slight v-cut in the top but not enough to show anything other than a necklace her father carved for her mother shortly after their marriage. She wears it in remembrance of them. The lower half of her is covered with dark green or brown pants, covering the tops of a pair or brown or black shoes, although she wears black more than the brown.

Her most dominant weapon is a bow that her father gave her. Carved into the bow is a simple flower design mixed with a vine detail, matching her favorite flower bush. The arrows are kept in a quiver that's specially designed to fit her body form to lay against her back. When not using these, she uses her magic skills, but she much prefers her bow and arrow.

Born to a pair of Alyvarans, Kali was raised around healers and archers, although she was found more often around the later. Her passion for archery stared at that young tender age, and it was because of that, that her father, an archer himself, had to keep his things away from her in fear that she would hurt herself. Her mother on the other hand, a healer, devoted herself to taking care of the little child and teaching said child how to become a healer, not wanting her daughter to divulge herself into such a dangerous activity like archery. Her mother thought archery was a practice that shouldn’t be taught to her daughter, that her daughter should learn something more productive, more helpful like healing. When she was old enough, the young child’s father took her out one day and gave her a smaller version of his bow and arrows. With great anxiety, the young girl pulled the string of the bow back and sent the arrow flying, hitting the target just about dead on. Since then, the girl has practiced her archery intensely, learning a little bit of healing on the side from her mother, however, her desire for archery was beginning to overpower her small amount of ability to learn any healing at all.

As she grew, Kali shifted from one bow to the next. Her love of archery never changed though even if her bow did. Her mother tried to get her to come back to the house more so she could learn more healing, but she didn't want to. To her, healing was something that although it was necessary to learn, it just wasn't something that she would enjoy herself. She preferred being outdoors in the sun with her bow, listening to the arrow as it soared through the air to the target. Her mother just couldn't understand that, couldn't understand the joy that those precious moments brought to her.

When her parents felt she was old enough, she was told to put her bow aside in favor of magic. Although she was skeptical at first over whether or not she'd actually enjoy learning this, Kali went along with it anyways. Kali learned all her parents could teach her in the ways of Abdjuration, Divination, Illusion, and Enchantment. Kali did well in her teachings, but she found herself unexpectedly wanting more, wanting to learn more than her parents could ever give her. So to satisfy her desire, Kali went out on a little quest of her own to learn from the other Alyvarans, hoping to find someone that knew vast amount more than her parents. It wasn't until her last few days before she turned around that Kali came upon someone that was much older than her parents and was willing to teach her for a price. In return for her teachings, Kali helped the man around his home, doing things for him that he couldn't quite do on his own.

Kali returned home not only as a more gifted woman, but also as a more full grown woman. At the fresh age of a hundred, Kali was now of age and ready for the mark of her people. After receiving her tattoo not only with the mark of her people but also of her family, Kali now felt more grown-up, that she was now more mature than anyone that was below her which was true. She was eager to show herself off to her more younger friends and she did, making them more jealous of her than they were before.

Years past after that, and it was shortly after her hundred and twentieth birthday that her parents died around the age of three-hundred. Heartbroken, Kali lived on her own, taking over residency at her parents home. Although it was hard at first, Kali adjusted to living on her own and has made the best of it. Now that she's on her own, she has more freedom to come and go as she pleases, not having to worry about reporting to someone each and everyday.

More than anything else, Kali is a tough soul, although she's hard to upset like many in her race. Her anger is hard to provoke, however, that doesn't necessarily mean that isn't it possible. Once provoked though, her anger is unruly, like a fire set out upon a forest of trees. Unforgiving at times, Kali can be stubborn about giving people second chances. She doesn't really believe in second chances, and she believes even less in third or fourth chances. Kali has learned through the years that giving people chances just gives them more of a chance to hurt you, and Kali isn't the type to allow anyone to do that.

Although she has a strong soul like many in her race, Kali is still as soft-spoken as the rest of them. Her words, although soft to the tone, can be piercing when necessary. Although most times her words are words of wisdom, Kali does have times when she can use her words to hurt more than to help. She doesn't really like to hurt others though, but if she's provoked enough or pressured enough into doing so, she will even though she'll feel more than guilty about the entire thing. The guilty part is one of the main things that she hates. She hates feeling guilty, it always makes her feel more lousy about a situation if that’s at all possible. Because of her guilty-side, she feels more inclined to apologize which cancels out her belief of not giving people more chances. She ends up having to ignore the desire and hope instead that they apologize first even though there are some cases where that doesn’t happen.

Kali hates being the center of attention. Her hatred of it is what keeps her from meeting new people. Whenever you meet someone, you’re automatically brought to their attention which in some way is like being the center of attention, their center of attention which freaks the young girl out sometimes. She prefers to stay along the sidelines in hopes that she’ll just be ignored. It turns her into a wallflower at some points, making her seem a tad bit off from how she really is. She tries to prevent all of this from happening by meeting this person away from others so she doesn’t have to worry about becoming the center of attention for a vast amount of people and she only has to deal with that one person. It helps at some points, although she prefers just avoiding new people altogether but that isn’t really possible.

The air was cold but the young elven hardly felt it where she was. High up in the trees amongst the leaves and branches, a young brunette Alyvaran sat on one of the branches, perched delicately so she wouldn't fall one way or the other. No one knew she was up there, no one needed to know. After the death of her parents, it wasn't required now for her to tell anyone whether she was coming or going and for how long. She was now allowed to live her life with the freedom that she desired for most of her life. She was free now to climb as many trees as she wanted, and to practice with her bow whenever she felt like it. The freedom that she desired for so long was sweet, but the sadness she felt at the loss of her parents was still quite great, after all, her parents left her only a few months ago. It was because of the pain that she now found herself ihigh in the trees, wishing to be away from others.

Well, that wasn't the only reason. Her other real reason for vanishing into the thick of the branches and leaves was purely because she couldn't take the neighbors anymore, although more the boys than anyone else. It seemed that once she had gotten back from her quest to find someone to teach her Arcana, she had more of the local boys attention on her than before. Although most girls would relish the idea of having so much attention on her, Kali was quite the opposite. Kali hated being the center of attention, and that's exactly where she found herself. The center of these boys attention. They wanted to propose to her, to help her with gardening, to help her around the house with a few repairs, to just spend time with her. Now Kali wouldn't have minded if the later option was the only one they had in mind, but she knew deep down all they wanted was some pretty elven to call their own, and Kali wasn't ready to settle down, at least not yet anyways. She was far too concerned with being free and living her life out in the world that she hadn't quite discovered yet instead of being stuck to some elf that only cared about appearances and nothing more.

Her thoughts shifted at once upon hearing a small snap of twigs below her. She shifted forward slightly, her legs dangling on their own accord below her. She peered into the dark bushes below, using not only the last remaining light of the setting sun, but also her keen observation skills to find out exactly who or what lurked below her. Unfortunately, she saw nothing, just bushes and more bushes. Giving up for the time being, Kali turned her head and looked out through the openings in the trees towards the setting sun. The clouds were dashed with rays of pink and yellow with just a soft hint of purple. It was like a painting with just a change to it when birds flew by, making their mark on the canvas before disappearing once more. It was breathtaking, and Kali was sucking it all in when she was interrupted once more by the noise below. Snapping her head towards the ground, Kali searched hard, looking for the source but like before, she came to the same conclusion of nothing, however she refused to let whatever this is to get away.

Reaching behind her head, Kali pulled her bow from her quiver and held it in her hand as she climbed down from the tree before shortly jumping to the next one to finish her descent. She dropped silently into the bushes next to her, creeping towards the bushes she had been staring at previously, drawing an arrow from her quiver. Kali pulled the string back and jumped from behind the tree, posed and ready to fire at the first thing she saw. She had been expecting to find either an elf like herself or maybe a horrible creature, but no, this time she found nothing more than a small creature trapped in the branches of the bushes.

Kali sighed deeply, lowering her bow and replacing both her bow and arrow to her quiver. She kneeled near the helpless creature, and helped it become free from the bush. Once it was, the creature took off quickly, probably more scared of her than anything else. Shaking her head, Kali rose from where she was and began walking further from Alya, not truly knowing where she was going, just going where she felt she should be.

Four years, although it will be five years in October. I have no specific date so I have to use the month as my indicator.

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