Description
The woman standing before you looks like she could be elven royalty,
yet her armor speaks otherwise of her profession. It almost looks comical,
the equipment she wears seems to hang loosely from her, as if made for
someone more broad in stature. Her frame and build show quite a bit
of age. Her skin doesn't have the soft glean that a younger elven
girl might have, and her hair has turned to silver. Her eyes are
aged, perhaps moving a bit slower than in her younger days, but they
still seem as vigilant as ever. She wears little jewelry or any other
such things one would expect to see on an elven woman, only equipment
more fitting a combatant. She does wear a necklace with a phoenix
clutching a crescent moon on it, and there is a similar marking on the
back of her left hand. While the contrast between her aged, yet delicate
elven features and the rough, oversized armor she wears is comical,
her motions still show that her abilities are well honed.
Role
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Added Tue May 27 03:47:46 2003 at level 10:
Lariya...the name doesn't exactly have the ring of a fierce warrior. It
seems more fitting on an elven royal. In fact, that life may have been
more fitting for Lariya, but what was in her heart burned for something
completely different.
Lariya's childhood was typical for most elves. A carefree life running
and playing with her friends. Her family was well to do, and she had the
look of the princess herself. Her parents saw it, but Lariya herself did
not and could care less. This had it's consequences of course. As she
got older many of the men in the town did what they could to pursue and
court her. Unlike many of the other young elven women, Lariya could care
less about men, courting, and many of the other traditions for women of her
young age. She still wanted adventures like she had during her childhood.
As many men do when they fancy a woman, they all began to bring Lariya
gifts, and do what they could to make things easier on her. They would
open doors for her, do what they could to shield her from anything that
might seem remotely unpleasent. She paid little attention to it at first,
but as it grew on, it began to irritate her. She didn't need anyone to open
a door for her, she was perfectly capable of doing it on her own. She didn't
need anyone to bring her gifts, she could get them herself. She was strong,
wasn't she? What made her temper flare even more was the other women seemed
perfectly happy to accept all the gifts and the lavish attention the men would
shower upon them. She *knew* they all could do these things, but they were
perfectly content to let everyone fall over their heels for them while they
sat back and did nothing but giggle and titter, and maybe, just maybe, give
one a slight peck on the cheek for all their efforts.
Not Lariya, oh no, she was going to prove to everyone she didn't need that.
Why, she was going to start on the hardest path she could think of, she was
going to become a paladin. Yep, she was going to become a paladin to prove to
everyone she was strong, and didn't need anyone to do anything for her. Not
exactly the best reasons to become a paladin, but...perhaps there was something
in her heart she hadn't learned to listen to yet that guided her there for more
true reasons...
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Added Tue May 27 03:48:23 2003 at level 10:
Her mentor, Lanyar, saw this. Even though her initial reasons were surface,
selfish, and vain...he saw something in her heart. Lariya's mind was an
absolute mess of thoughts, yet something in her heart managed to pulse hard
enough to shine through that mess. Lariya, of course, couldn't see it, but
Lanyar could. He did all he could to teach her. She was a bit disappointed
most of her initial training involved philosophical discussions on the Light
rather than actual combat training. While it did help clear the clutter in her
mind, Lariya still was learning how to listen to her heart, rather than letting
her head muddle things up.
She decided to seek the Phoenix, once again more for deluded reasons. She
once again picked it because in her eyes, it would be the harder path to
follow. Lanyar gave her his blessings, once again seeing her heart shining
through, and that while in her head, the reasons may be flawed, the truth
was strong in her heart, and that while she may not know it yet, the path
of a Maran burns strong in her.
Lariya herself is fiery, quick witted, and often times finding herself putting
her foot in her mouth. She means no harm by it, but at times she'll speak right
whats on her mind without thinking first. It is something she says she works on,
but in truth only half-heartedly since it is a very ingrained part of her.