Laryli Halan

Full Name: Laryli Halan
Nicknames: Lary, Lar
Age: 1,082
Gender: Female
Race: Melaer
Affiliation: None.
Rank: N/A
Hair & Eyes: Long black hair, straightened, reaches her lower back. Golden eyes.
Height & Weight: 5"7, athletic build.
Specific Details: She has an unusual tattoo on her right arm, in mysterious writing.

Place of Birth: Melandrisia
Place of Residence: Aurela
Parents: Members of House Halan (Deceased), Ella and Geldwin Sevrin (Adoptive parents/Deceased)
Siblings: Unknown.
Children: None.
Other Relatives: None.

Likes: Archery, Good food, Solitude
Dislikes: Bullying, War, People bothering her persistently.
Personality: Laryli is a rather solitary character, forsaking the company of others for time alone wherever she currently resides. She'll spend much of her time reading over much else, apart from when she hunts her food, taking a particular liking to hunting with the bow.

When bothered by others, she will typically try to brush them off or leave, her disgust at company rather clear. She will often do her best to hide her eyes, knowing they are different, sometimes resorting to wearing darkened goggles when traveling. She is quick to anger but slow to provoke, so while bothering her may grant a response, it would take a lot before she would throw any punches... or arrows.

Her anti-social personality will make befriending her an uphill struggle for anyone.

History: While she has no memory of it, or even understanding, Laryli was born on Melandrisia in the darkest days of the planet, during its fall. Her parents, fleeing the devastation, made a random jump out of system without guidance, hurling their ship into the atmosphere of Aurelia. The ship and all her crew died on impact, with the exception of Laryli, who was being held in stasis at the time of impact.

Found in the wreckage by a young couple, they took Laryli home and raised her as their own, the only difference to a normal human to them being her golden eyes. She aged like any normal mortal at first, and her parents raised her right, teaching her the ways of their world and showing her how to hunt and fend for herself.

It was as she aged however, that Laryli realized she was not like others. Her parents grew old and died, and yet she still looked the same age as when her mother was 40. It was then that in their old house, Laryli found her parents had left her a note, explaining the oddities surrounding her discovery, and revealing to her that she was adopted.

At this point Laryli chose to forsake the world she had grown up in, instead choosing to live out in the wild, fending for herself and living a quiet life in a hut she built herself. For 900 years Laryli lived alone, with only books for company, and only venturing into civilization when there was a need to trade.

RP Sample: "Help you?" The shopkeeper kept his head down, checking the sales figures for that day. Laryli quietly walked up to the desk, placing an arrow shaft on the table.

"Another 40 of these please."

The shopkeep raised his head, looking at the arrow, and then at the apparently young lady buying them. "Well, sure ma'am. What you got to trade for them?"

In response, Laryli placed a pile of fox pelts in the table, finely skinned and high quality. "Will this do?"

The shop keeper looked flabbergasted. "Whu... where did you get all these? You're so skilled for... someone so young!"

Laryli was blank faced as ever. "I'm good at what I do. The arrow shafts please."

The rather shocked shopkeep took the furs, placing them under the counter, before collecting some Arrow shafts from a box to the side and placing them in front of her. She quickly gathered them up, nodding as she turned to leave. "Thank you."