Character: Sharyn'Aylathenn Valhaikor
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Classes: Ranger/Rogue
Race: Half Elf
Alignment: Neutral Good
Deity: None
Biography:
*Sharyn gathers up her clothes, a bow, some arrows and a few other small supplies from her room before heading to the portal in thier home in Prantz.* Her hair is dark like her fathers, Daren Valhaikor - A leading Cleric of Az'atta and the eyes of her mother, Jilseponie Valhaikor - A Ranger/Arcane Archer/Wizard, with the independence of both parents. She had just had a long talk with her mother a week ago ...
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Jil's Journal - Page 2 - Layonara) *last entry* *Throughout the journal entries, almost one for every year Sharyn has aged, it has been documented on her growth*
Life just seemed to go by so quickly. She remembered going on excusrions at a young age collecting fruits, digging sand (And playing in it), speaking with the animals hearing the strange talk she had with them and could not understand. Now, Elven she was taught, as it was mothers native tounge, but the fun one was learning Dwarven from uncle Garnet. *She smiled thinking back then.* They had such fun times together, hide and seek, fishing, games ... her throat hurt for some time learning the language, but mother was learning it too .. so she worked hard as well to learn it. Then later she was big enough to hold small bow. The sore fingers, the lost arrows, the glued on feathers ... on her hands. Her late night talks with father. Father ... Gods how she missed him. He was gone for a while, but Mother went and brought him back. After that he spent so much more time with her. Telling her of Az'atta and his work with the church. They went places later in her teens, taking her everywhere. She wanted to see so much. She learned the lay of the lands of Mistone, Belinara, Dregar ... using mothers maps ... then ... he was gone again. And lost this time as well. We waited and waited ... for any word, any sign. *A Tear wells up in one eye, gets a slow start over a cheek, then makes haste down it, dripping onto her leathers. She wipes it away*
... She explained to her mother that she wanted to get out more, see the world as she did, experience it for herself. She is 21 years old now, no longer a child in the eyes of a half-elf. She told her mother how much she appreciated all the teaching, allowing to continue to help with the House of Hope Orphanage, but it feels too confining of late, she needs to stretch her mind and her limbs in other ways. Of course she didn't say the other reason why she wanted out. The way that young man made her feel when they roamed the city ... free ... carefree ... the things they did and the emotions and feelings that surged within her.
Her mother gave her a journal she had kept and wrote many things in it. Experiences, lessons learned, mistakes, loves and fears. It took her a number of nights and days to read through it all. She would take the book to the small island in HaftLake and sit in the shade where she couldn't be seen and read it. Her mother had experienced a myraid of things that made different emotions rage through her. Sharyn wanted that, to experience it firsthand. To make her own mistakes. She traveled many places with her mother and saw them through her eyes, now she wanted to see them through her own.
Reluctantly her mother gave in but she had one stipulation. She was to move all her stuff back into Blackford and stay about Mistone for a while and to use the portal only when coming to Prantz to work at the House of Hope. "Dregars dangers are much worse than Mistones, but if you want to adventure on your own, I prefer it where friends and family can be around to watch over you." Well, Sharyn agreed on the first part, but as for the watching over ... she was trying to get away from that. She wanted to put her mother's rangering teachings to work ... plus she wanted to try some other things besides ...
*Sharyn steps up to the portal taking a look back into what was her room for most of her young life. She steps into the portal ... and finds herself back on Mistone. Folks wander the Port, mechants hawk thier wares, Hempstead is quite the busy place. She wanders through the city heading towards the docks. As she reaches the ships she hands the captain a ticket and sails to Leringard then the short walk to Blackford. She unpacks her gear except for the travelling stuff and walks and exits the house. She takes in a deep breath looking about, looking at all the familliar sites, she nods with a final decision and walks into the great outdoors.