Anairë Indris Faelandalan

[Anairë Faelandalan]

Anairë Indris Faelandalan

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[/b] Anairë Indris Faelandalan AGE:21
GENDER:female
BIRTHDAY: July 23rd
CLASS: Noble
TITLE/RANK: Lady Anairë the Gentle
OCCUPATION: A healer/medicine woman. Often she attends to the wounded members of the royal court.
ALIGNMENT: good
ALLIGANCE: Queen of Samarid
RACE: man
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but oh, you seem so serious

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[/b] A dark brown with flecks of gold
HAIR: Long, black and curly
WEIGHT: 133 pounds, she is curvy
HEIGHT:5’5”
PLAY-BY: Natalie Dormer
GENERAL:Anairë is fond of dressing properly like a lady though attire matters little to her (unless in the presence of the Queen or one truly important to her). She greatly likes the colors purple and gold. Her face is heart-shaped and nicely formed. There is a small birthmark on her left shoulder blade in the shape of a tiny fish. [/SIZE]
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i should not be telling you

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To read
To keep busy
Healing
Dancing
Banquets (she loves to eat)
DISLIKES:
Loud noises
Thunder storms
King of Sanglant
Finishing a good book
Arrogant male nobles who look down on women
Losing patients placed in her care
STRENGTHS:
She is excellent at knitting
Can handle a sword well
Intelligent
WEAKNESSES:
Sometimes she is too blunt
Has a fiery temper
Can be overly passionate (especially about political matters concerning Sanglant)
QUIRKS/HABITS:
When upset often rambles to herself out loud
Bites her lower lip
FEARS:
Sanglant launching an all out attack on Samarid
Thunder storms/loud noises
Spiders
Losing the patients placed in her charge (though it has happened)
GOALS:
To improve her knowledge
And to one day write a novel on medicine
PERSONALITY
Lady Anairë is a kind level-headed woman who lends aid whenever needed. Often she can found in the castle’s infirmary tending to fallen soldiers. She enjoys reading and attending dances. Despite the fact she is mild mannered she does have a fiery side that is released when angered for she at times has a very sharp tongue.

But mostly she is calm and collected and takes pleasure in relaxing with family and friends. In her free time she usually ventures out to her birth home and spends time with her father and mother and older brother or she will settled in a warm spot in the courtyard and read. People at times are uncertain of her-one minutes she can be the kindest woman you will ever meet than suddenly she will offensive and impolite (only though if you say something that upsets her). She never takes no for an answer unless no comes from the Queen. [/SIZE]
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you start to hypnotize me

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[/b]Malinda Faelandalan; a woman on the Queen’s court who retired a few years back and resides at her estate (on the countryside of Samarid) with her husband.
FATHER:Edgar Faelandalan; a knight that served the Queen until he was wounded severely in battle when Anairë was eleven. His left leg had to be amputated and he nearly died of blood loss. Though a miracle he survived and currently resides at his estate with his wife.
SIBLINGS:An older brother named Thalion Faelandalan; he has taken his fathers place and serves as a knight to the Queen. There is a large difference in age between Thalion and his sister-eleven years.
OTHER: Her great-uncle Bartholomew (on her mothers side) often vested when Anairë was young and brought presents of candy. He passed away when she was fifteen due to a plague that swept through Samarid.
FAMILIAR/PET:An orange tabby cat named Cyra that almost never leaves her side.
MOUNT: Black stallion named Killian.
PLACE OF BIRTH:Her family’s estate which is located in the countryside of Samarid.
CURRENT RESIDENCE:Samarid
WEAPONRY: Anairë was trained at the young age of ten to handle a sword. She has become quite skilled at handling a sword though she is still no where near perfect.
HISTORY: Anairë was born July 23rd on a warm summer afternoon on the countryside of Samarid at her family’s estate. There she was homeschooled in arithmetic and lady-like manners until the age of thirteen where her mother brought her for the first time to the castle. She stayed there for a month by herself and was further educated in the ways of being a noble. She returned home and stayed there for the rest of the year and took up the craft of knitting, her nanny Grace taught Anairë the trade.

Anairë gets along well with her older brother Thalion. The two often set in the garden at their home and discuss political affairs and Sanglant. But Thalion has been coming home less and less because of the tension between Samarid and Sanglant plus he has been busy courting women of the court in hopes of soon marrying to secure the future of his family. Anairë likes to poke fun at her brother for this but knows how important it truly is.

Malinda and Edgar care for their two children and raised them well though the siblings were spoiled occasionally during the holidays. Edgar often converse with Anairë about the king of Sanglant and the two have heated discussions. Malinda often inquires about the Queen and knits with her daughter under the shade of a large oak in the garden. When Great-Uncle Bartholomew visited during holidays and special occasions he always brought candy for Anairë and Thalion (though Thalion was much older than his sister). When Anairë was nineteen she visited the castle and stayed there for long periods of time as she does now. At times she has been chastised by older woman of the court for her sometimes blunt words. [/SIZE]
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who am i talking to

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[/b] Breezy
AGE: 16
EXPERIENCE: six months?
CONTACT: Please feel free to PM me, I’m a rather friendly person (at least I’d like to think I am).
MEMBER TITLE: No thank you I’m good.
ANSWER: Fluffy Hobbit
EXAMPLE:(Same as Gwethana’s)

Raoulina panted heavily as she ascended the stairs her legs aching with each step. It felt as though her lower limbs had become iron and Raoulina found it increasingly difficult to maneuver them. She paused for a brief moment and leaned against the stone wall to catch her breath.

Finally she continued her climb towards the owlery and the sight that greeted her arrival stunned her into silence. Bird poop covered the floor in layers and there were at least one hundred owls in the room, half of which were fluttering aimlessly in the foul air. Her nose wrinkled in disgust; all of the energy it had taken to come to the owlery only to discover it was a literally shitty place made Raoulina feel faint.

But she was terribly homesick and did not have an owl of her own so Raoulina needed to borrow a school’s owl. Turning her head to the side she reached out an arm and squealed as a large bird rested on her outstretched limb. Quickly she tied her letter to its leg, whispered her address to the creature, and watched uneasily as it took off.

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