Erynn Aarae

by **Cedric** Tue Mar 19, 2019 4:20 pm

Name:
Erynn Aarae

Race:
Seraphym

Racial Attributes:

Six wings that look cut from the night sky.

Age:
28

Gender:
Female

Personality:
Erynn typically behaves herself. Though she knows how to act within the public eye, she can at times act brash and without thought- sassily responding to someone or inquiring as to whether they were dropped as a babe. This, coupled with her curiosity, typically gets her into binds that aren't easy for her to get out of.

When she has her rare moments of sadness, she can go days without speaking more than a few sentences. Brooding doesn't last long for her, however, as her fiery temper normally hammers out what plagues her.

Appearance:

5'2" with dirty blonde hair. Her right eye is sky blue, and left eye a bright amber in color. Freckles dot her cheeks, from sitting in the sun as she writes her memoirs. A medium build befits her leisured lifestyle, though one couldn't call her unfit. A soft grey cloak hides her prosthetic arm and leg. She normally wears long-sleeved shirts, with the right arm cut to about the shoulder. A mottled burn goes over her right eye, vertically. Similar burns mar the right side of her body.

Erynn sketch:

Alignment:
Giat Perr

Occupation:
Scholar- seeking the truth of the war against the 4th King.

Relations:
Sumaru Amaya- from blurred memories.

Currently no one of importance.

Backstory:
Having been hidden as an observer during the war- Erynn was subject to the fires of Sumaru Amaya's 'Rising Sun'. The right half of her body being burnt away, her arm and leg requiring amputation. A friend of hers from the Academies of Giat Perr saw her laying among the dead, and brought her along with other survivors to be seen by healers.

Life without her limbs wasn't expressly hard, but it felt like she was missing more than her literal body parts. The phantom pain was nothing in comparison to the gaping hole of her memories, causing her to continue to ask. Those who came to the great libraries had holes in their stories, or bits and pieces of it that wouldn't fully connect together. This, coupled with her growing frustration with the lack of true closure, caused her to seek out other healers.

Finally, after searching so long her answers were met with experimental surgeries. Prosthetics, they were dubbed by others, had already had so many benefit from them. Her own insistence, however, was that they would work exactly as her previous limbs. After long discussions with the scholars, magicians, and those who had gone through the procedures themselves- an answer was found. Limbs that were linked to the circuits and flows of magic within herself.

It's been years since she first regained herself, the physical therapy involving writing and learning an instrument. Reading, writing, and pulling her beloved bow back is once more within her grasp.

Now, she seeks to finish the story- this time all views available to her.

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