Gender: 2
Race: Human
Height: 5'11
Age: In her late 20's
Animals: Black horse - Daweth
Weapons: A thin but strong blade called Laerwen

Personality: As her name says, she is really cunning. She has troubles trusting anybody as the result of her past. She will associate herself with people but will never let anybody too close. She can be gentle and understanding one moment and fiercely mad the second. She doesn't have close friends but those that she has can depend on her with their life.

Appearance: Long, brown hair, reaching her waist; deep, brown eyes, changing to almost yellow when she's mad. She is tall and slender, her body used to many hardships. She usually wears her hair in a ponytail or a braid; pants and a worn out shirt with a grey cloak over it. When she isn't on the road she wears a long dress, either blood-red or forest-green, with her hair loose around her.

History:

Her real name is Mirien, which means Jewel. She had a happy childhood in Minas Tirith. Both of her parents loved her greatly and taught her a lot. It was her 18th birthday that changed everything. It was her first time on her own outside of the city and she was hunting. She met a small group of wild men that hurt her beyond thought. The girl was then left in the forest to die. It would had happen like that if a wandering Elf had passed by and took care of her. It was a lot later that she learnt she-Elf’s name. Faelwen was an Elvish healer and helped with Mirien’s wounds, both on the body and on the soul.

As soon as Mirien came to health, she promised a revenge. She changed her name and from now on she called herself Coru Dûriel, which meant Cunning Daughter of the Dark. As a farewell gift, Fae gave her a sword that she treasured dearly. That was the last time she saw the Elf.

Ever since those events, Coru became ranger-like. She dressed in dark clothing, making sure her features were covered. She quickly learnt the paths of hunting and fighting, mastering those skills. One after another, she found the men that hurt her and killed them. There was only one more left.

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