Name:
Eilin
Age:
20
Gender:
Female
Race:
Human
Origin:
Ethran tribe of the south
Appearance:
Eilin is a woman that is difficult to miss in a crowd. She stands at a neutral height of 5'8", her shoulders set back with ease and pride. Though she often wears thick furs and layers to combat the colder climates of the North, underneath it her body is built lean and toned from years of hunting and living in the wilderness. Her face is rounded and her features soft until one looks at her eyes. Dark green in color, they carry years that are not often seen at such a young age. Her gaze is fierce, adapted to the darkness of night and focused on her surroundings. Her hair is dark brown, falling in long soft waves around her shoulders.
Despite traveling on her own, Eilin continues to carry the markings of her people. The dark blue streaks over her face and the white paint in the strands of hair in the front mark her as that of the Ethran tribe. Black paint outlines her eyes. She carries a tattoo given to her when she was just a little girl. A wolf upon her neck. The symbol of her guardian.
Weapons:
The most prominent is a long spear, crafted and shaped out of Valyrian steel. A set of throwing knives are always within arm's reach, dotting her belt. She carries a set of two throwing axes at each of her hips and two hunting knives are hidden away in her boots. She treats the edges of each blade with a particularly deadly poison that spreads and kills rapidly through the smallest of wounds.
Personality:
If one were to describe Eilin in one word, it would be independent. She has spent years on her own and it shows in the way she communicates with others and in the decisions she makes. She is battle-hardened, rarely afraid of anything that comes her way. The only thing she has never accepted is an ally. She has trouble trusting others, no matter how noble their intentions may be. As far as she is concerned, all people are responsible for looking out for themselves. It is what she does and what she expects of others. No more, no less. Eilin is strong of will and sharp of tongue. She can be polite enough to those who earn her favor, though she can smell a liar from a mile away and she doesn't take kindly to such folk. For the most part she prefers the solitude of the wilderness where customs hold no weight and anything can happen.
~ Being on her own
~ Dead demons
~ Birds
~ Traveling
~ A full moon
~ Demons
~ Wolves
~ Populated towns
~ The sea
~ Dependance
Bio:
It was not always the design of fate for Eilin to end up so far from home. In the year of her birth, the Ethran tribe thrived and lived in harmony with the land around them. Eilin was born into a family of good standing within the tribe and there she grew along with the other children. Her father was a farmer and her mother a teacher. The tribe was protected by warriors and led by one of their strongest in the land. Years passed in peace as Eilin learned to walk. To talk. To play and dance and shoot arrows at a tree near the forest's edge.
Yet trouble was brewing through the lands. One day there came talk of demons sweeping the countryside. Creatures so dark that they left nothing but devastation in their wake. It was not long before these tales became a very real danger. Earlier that year, an eight year old Eilin met a young man. A newcomer to their region. Given hospitality by her mother, he quickly became something of an older brother to her. She looked up to him, badgered him to teach her something new every day, and teased him in good fun.
The start of the summer, however, brought the demons into their lands. One night Eilin awoke to the sound of terror. Screams and fires were bursting up all around. The girl managed to scramble out of her family's house just in time to witness it come crumbling to the ground in a pile of smoke and flames. That night she saw her parents killed by dark, twisted creatures. They almost captured her as well, though she was able to escape into the forest in the midst of the chaos. The next day, when she found her way back, it was all gone. Everyone she had known, the place where she grew up in, were all burned to the ground.
With nothing left for her there, Eilin wandered off into the forest and traveled several days and nights before she came across an encampment. There, the travelers took pity on her. They fed her and helped her get cleaned up before delivering her to the nearest village. There she stayed for the next five years under the care of an elderly couple whose children had gone off to war. Eventually, she left as well.
Though instead of pledging her loyalty to an army, Eilin became a wanderer and a hunter. Her tribe's demise drove her to seek vengeance on the demon race. Over the years she had taught herself how to fight and how to survive. Using this training, she struck out on her own. Any demons she found, she slay. She learned their habits. The patterns in which they moved and when they were most active. This knowledge she used to her advantage to track them and kill them, becoming more proficient over the following years. Yet she still awaits the day when she will find the demon pack that is solely responsible for the death of her family and her home.