(because of some forum problems, this post should replace this one)
Full Name: Calaia Avael
Age:23
Class(es): Cleric
Race: Human
Subrace: none
Alignment: neutral good
Deity: Ilsare
2 Domains (if cleric): Air and Protection
Bio/Description:
The sparkling water flows beneath her feet, as she spins in circles like a small child throughout it. Then blinding sun reflects off her flowing hair, tangling around her face. Her arms are wide as she spins and the water splashes off her legs, trickling down like tears of rain. Her soft laugh bounces off the tree's and carries through the wooded area. As her arms raise to the sky, she freely lets her body fly back, as the water catches her and she sinks under for a short moment. Poping her head above water, she slicks her hair back away from her face. Her eyes open slowly, brightening her surounding by the beauty of them. Her fingers run across them slowly as she shuts them, wiping away the dripping water. She tiptoes accross the rough stones beneath her feet, fighting the waters current. She listens as the tree's whisper tales of the past. She makes her way down the stream, noticing the newly-blossomed bright coloured flowers. The beauty of the open land makes her smile.
She makes her way to the grassy siding, pulling herself up on the edge. She leans back kicking her legs, and diping her toes in the water. Taking in a deep breath she stands up, dragging her feet through the dirt and grass. Making her way back to town. She travels slowly, admiring everything she can find beauty within. She day dreams, of love and helping others. She stops for a moment and gives thanks to llsare silently with her head. She continues to walk down stream, younder in the fields she can see new archers. Work on mastering there profession. She then recalls the first time she felt a heavy bow in her arms, and fired her first arrow. It moved so swiftly throughout the clear air. Completely missing her target. But she was still proud....
Calaia grew up in a grand, temple. It stood high within the town. She admired it even as a child. The fine architecture, with wall carvings or the lands history kept her interested in her younger years of life. Never knowing her mother and father. She grew as a very curious child. She was raised by a cleric in the temple. He schooled her and clothed her, in rich colours. He taught her of love, and how to see beauty in all. He was a beleiver in Ilsare, and so she followed in his steps. She would pray daily to the higher power. Asking for small amounts of strenght, to heal even the smallest bug she thought looked sick that day. She was a happy child, who wondered about when she was not doing her studies. She made friends easily. Always willing to help and give alittle to make someone else smile. As she grew older, she learned quick ways to defend herself, and became more aware that not everyone was as they seemed. Tho she always good in everyone, she knew not all could be trusted. On late afternoons, she would travel deeper into the greens of Hlint to watch the men and woman with there mighty bows. The arrows that struck a target and made it shiver, would make her heart skip a beat. When offered a turn one afternoon, she feel inlove with it. Tho the bow was to heavy for her, she tried her best to hold it steady and shout her arrow. tho missing, she stood tall, as a proud smile was placed across her face. A local crafter watched her struggle with such a heavy weapon, he made a smaller version of the same bow, and placed it one early morning on the sandstone steps of the grand temple. For her to find after she awakened. She practised daily becomming more and more accurate with her shot. She would pray for strenght silently with each bow she let go.
She grew older and as days past she became wiser. From her studies and from her learnings of wondering. She believed she had a calling. To make others see things, the way she seen things. To show everyone that there is perfection within everyone and all things. She seeks love and longs to help anyone she can. She dreams often of saving others, or simply making them smile. She asks very little of others, only to respect how she feels. She walks strongly alone as a woman, who is still curious about somethings, but takes great pride in healing and showing she cares. With some child like moments, not all of her life is ment to serious. She find time to travel within the woods, were she is most happy. With nothing to harm her, it is where she feels best. She awaits her trust test at life and is not sure when it shall come. However she waits with her heart, and the words of prayer.
(Addendum)
I acknowledge that I have read and understand the dogma and expectations of Ilsare's faith and I will follow them.
As a cleric of Ilsare, I will involve myself with the grace of loving acts, with following my heart, and with celebrating Ilsare's beauty through poetry and song.
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