CHARACTER PROFILE
Name: Alatriel Riverwind
Race: High Elf
Gender: female
Age: 364
Class: Cleric
Optional Subclass: Aristocrat
Involved with any Armies, Guilds, or Militias: No, my father wont allow me to join in combat.
Place of Birth: I was born in Emberen, Ellyrion
Current Home: I live in Ellyrion but often make trips to complete Feanor bidding.

PERSONALITY
Personality: I am a strong minded woman, holding great pride in myself, my bloodline and my people. I feel I am of greater decent than that of humans, the Gods favoring us by giving us a greater command of magic and keener senses, I also dislike dwarves for they are grotesque stubby things that have no idea how to live. Underground, pah!
I put up a tough front but really I can be sweet and caring, but I can also be rash and insensitive to those around me. I have a quick temper and I dislike being disrespected because of my gender or race. I am a servant to the great Feanor and I travel far to complete his good will.
I don't like fighting and I detest killing, the taking of life is not my will. Though if someone requests my ability to heal I must abide, no matter the person. I prefer healing though, over fighting.
Being underground makes me extremely uncomfortable.
My favorite food is cherries, and I don't like spicy foods.

APPEARANCE
General Appearance: I am beautiful, even for an elf, I am told. I have straight brown hair coming down to my lower back that I keep in place with a head circlet holding my family crest in the forehead gem. My face is oval shaped and pale like the humans' little glass dolls, pink lips and high cheekbones. Thin dark brows frame my bright green eyes laced with thick dark lashes. I'm not very tall, but most elves aren't, standing at five feet three inches but I am petite in girth making me nimble and quick. Though I don't think I've ever seen a pudgy elf. When traveling I usually wear a royal blue gown of elvish make and a dark green cloak, whilst at home I sport a great many different colors in dress. Always on my person is the amulet of Feanor, the symbol of the bow etched in a silver circle.
Armor: I wear leather armor beneath my gowns when traveling.
Weapon(s): I carry a longsword and a bow, but rely heavily on magic in most fights.

TALENTS
Being of elven blood I was raised learning the ways of archery and of the sword, keeping the notion that woman were skilled in battle as well. Though my interests never really lied in the battlefield and I soon took to healing the wounded. I'm also quite adept in riding and spell casting. Like any elf I am gifted in song though I'm hardly good at dancing. I also sew and I am good with a pen. I can cook well enough I suppose though it isn't often I have to as I never eat meat. I also can play the wood flute.
My magic includes;
Tree singing [which I had picked up living with the wood elves for a time]
Healing
Bestial Speak
Earth Magic

HISTORY
I was born in a lovely home in the city of Emberen, Ellyion to an aristocratic couple who raised me to be an upstanding lady and in the ways of any High Elf. My father is a great commander of an army during waring times and a member of the council, my mother a high sorceress who is also in the King's council.
I was trained from a young age in basic combat of bow and sword, but I took more to healing in the holy temples during warfare. It was when I was only 214 years old that Feanor first spoke to me, telling me he wanted me to continue healing in his name and to complete holy quests to better the world in his honor. I agreed and I woke in the temple nursing room, the maidens claiming I had fainted, with the seal of Feanor clasped in my hand over my chest. From that point on I've been acting on behalf of Feanor, leaving little or no time for love. My parents worry I'll never settle down with a good husband, but they respect the will of the Gods.

Other:
My parents gave me a griffin this year, I'm trying to raise it on my travels and he's quite the handful.

Pet Profile
Name: Amras
Species: Griffin
Age: Kitten
Appearance: He is of gray hue, with black tiger stripes, face and wings of a falcon. Breeder told us his lineage descends from the great mountain tigers of the west mountains and the great eagles of our armies. Beautiful strong looking creature that he will be he can only be described as immensely cute right now.
Other: Complete coward, very much a lap-griffin at this age.