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Aearrien
Aearien of Gondor
| Name | Aearrien |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Coastal Ranger of belfalas |
| Age | 24 |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Dol Amroth and the coastal wilds of western Gondor |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | |Anyone wishing to rp with Aearien or even find a connection with her, please feel free to message me here or in game!|
Aearien presents a striking, almost jarring contradiction to the harsh environment she protects. Despite spending her life walking the edge between the land and the violent sea, she has not surrendered the physical features of her high born lineage. She is strikingly pale, her skin retaining the delicate, softness of Gondorian nobility, which highlights the dark hair and aristocratic features of her pure Númenórean bloodline. Where one might expect to find a sun beaten, weathered ranger, Aearien instead looks exactly like the noblewoman she is. Yet, it is proven an illusion the moment she moves. She carries the deliberate, intentional grace of a seasoned predator. She no longer bares her teeth or acts on the abrasive hostility of her youth, but simply watches, evaluates, and strikes when necessary.
Her attire is built entirely for survival in the salt, spray, and mud, creating a sharp contrast against her pale, noble features. She favors heavy, dark leathers, sturdy climbing boots, and a green, weather beaten cloak that allows her to vanish easily against the rocky cliffs and fog of the bay. Woven into her pragmatic and simple attire, are unmistakable flashes of high craftsmanship. At her hip and hidden in her boots braces, rest several perfectly balanced blades, grudgingly but brilliantly forged for her by the blacksmith Theothar.
Most striking of all is the pristine, steel Númenórean vambrace locked onto her left arm. Recovered from a drowned Second Age watchtower, the ancient, indestructible steel is etched with incredibly fine, shallow lines detailing her family's heraldry: an osprey flying beneath the stars of Soronúmë, a sleek ship cutting through a wave, and a solitary watchtower. It fits her perfectly, catching the light like a beacon and serving as a physical anchor to her ancestors.
|Banner art by Ted Nasmith| |Portrait art from 'Gwent: The Witcher Card Game'| |
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Background
Born to the crashing waves and salt of southern Gondor, Aearien is a direct descendant of the ancient Numenorean sea-farers and carryies the heavy, proud blood of the Second Age in her veins. Her early life was defined by the towering white walls of Dol Amroth and the suffocating expectations of her overprotective father, a distinguished Captain of the Swan Knights. To him, safety was found behind high stone walls, pristine armor, and shining cavalry formations. To Aearien, the city felt like a gilded cage.
Her youth was marked by a fiery, relentless rebellion. Driven by an explosive anger against the constraints placed upon her, she rejected the insulated life of the nobility, fleeing the city to enlist as a Coastal Ranger of Belfalas. In her early years on the front lines, she fought with a desperate, raging fury, throwing herself into brutal skirmishes against corsairs and navigating treacherous tides just to prove her own agency. Her fierce independence even carried her far North on difficult diplomatic missions to Eriador, seeking aid and trading survival tactics with the Rangers of the North. She bled, she lost companions to the unforgiving sea, and she learned the harshest lessons of survival far from her father's protective reach.
Over the years, the sheer brutality of the coast tempered her. The chaotic anger that once fueled her, burned away, leaving behind unyielding calm steel. Now at twenty-four, she is profoundly capable, practical, and lethal. She knows the hidden sea caves, the shifting sandbars, and the deadly currents of Belfalas better than her own heart. While others of her lineage remain safely tucked behind the walls of Dol Amroth, Aearien stands in the mud and the driving rain. She operates largely in solitude, an unrelenting tide that meets the enemies of Gondor before they can ever glimpse the city. Guarding the shores with the same silent, eternal vigilance as her ancestors, she proves that the blood of Númenor has not entirely retreated behind stone walls.
|Art source: https://www.artstation.com/songyueran|
| Friends | Theothar. And Galtharian. |
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| Relatives | Her father, a captain of the Swan Knights. |
| Rivals/Enemies | The First Lieutenant of her father's company. He represents the rigid, bureaucratic military tradition she despises. |
| Loves | The crashing waves against the weathered stones of Belfalas, the quiet solitude of the cliffs, hunting, feeling useful, and watching the sunset over the ocean. |
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| Hates | Bureaucracy, arrogant men who talk down to her, the encroaching darkness of the East, and the Corsairs of Umbar. |
| Motivation | Loyalty. To protect the people of Gondor and ensure her father never has to face the horrors of war within his own city walls. |
| Quotes | Half Woman, Half Warrior. Delicate and strong. (By R.H. Sin) |
Aearrien's Adventures
| The Drowned Spire | 17 hours 44 min ago |
| In the City of Swans | 5 years 3 months ago |
| Forgotten | 5 years 5 months ago |
| The Long Road | 5 years 7 months ago |
| Wild Sea | 5 years 7 months ago |
