Gender: 2
Race: elf
Height: unknown
Age: around 1500
Family: younger sister melody (she dosent know about her) and older brother Hîredaw
Animals: black horse
Weapons: long sword with hilt with dimons and rubys in it, and ingraved on the blade is a dragon breaveing fire with runes danceing in it. bow and arrow too. plus a fighting fan (a fan witha very sharp fin blade on it which is very sharp)

Personality: very mixed personality. she has a very good sence of humer and can get cross quite quickly. she find fun in killing people. or watching them suffer or haveing their lives in danger. she can be quite a laugh and will do anything you ask her to do. well for the right price. she has no fear and can be as crule as she is kind. she can be very mistearouse and creepy when she wants to be.

Appearance: she has long curly black hair . her eyes are black. and have been given the nick name " the two black stars" because they shine like stars. she userly wears many cloaks userly the colour black. and when she puts her hood up she looks very simerlar to a nazgule. she also has an posh english acsent which when she talks makes her sound nice and genorouse. 1 year later.... (the call of the sea) hethwuens fation has dramaticly changed, now wearing pritty much anything that isent black. she prefures this little outfit, with hudge brown gloves, sleevless tight brown top and long very baggy brown trousers.

History:

Hethuwen’s histery is unknow to the people who know her. but im gona tell you anyway!
Hethuwen was born and raised in rivendell (one of the many reasons that when she is in a rp she dosent want to go their or stays away from the conversations involving rivendell.) she was born under a very rich and powerful family. they were rich because their ansestores had been ambasidors and went to viset the dwarfs for peace. and the dwarfs gave them gifts of gold, jewls and mithril. so they were very rich, and powerful. Hethuwen had an older brother Hîredaw. she lived in rivendell until she was around 1000 years old. then her family decided it was time she got marrid. so they arragnged a marrige between her and anouth high elf. Hethuwen being as stubbon as she was refused and said she was going to run away. so her farther made her promis to come to the wedding which she agreed. she walked down the ial in the most exspensive wedding dress ever holding white lilys and roses. she reached the alter and elrond (who dose marriges and stuff) started to begin the service. unknown to any that Hethuwen had hidden many bags of cloths under her many skirts so just before elrond even reach the bit where your ment to say “i do” she pushed him aside and grabbed a 2 meter long candel stick. elrond who tried to calm her down got whacked across the head and fell to the floor unconshouse and the same fate came to her feonsay. running out of the temple with about thirty elves after her. which she did some pritty cool moves to knock them all out. which then she ran to the stables got on a horse and rid out of rivendell with about fifteen others following. still holding the candel stick she knocked them off their steeds and took their horses with her. and never went back to rivendell again. from then she spent the next five hundred years liveing as a ranger. and highed to do jobs. it was around 200 years after she had ran away did she become a relic hunter. and a very good one at that. and when she’s 1500 (present rp’s) she was then a profetional: relic hunter, burgerlar, assin, messinger elf and many many more to anyone who would hire her. she also went relic hunting just for the sake of it. and got her reputation as a very dogy person to look at but she kinda puts you off your guard with the poilight kind voce.

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