Gender: 2
Race: Half-elf/ Half-human
Height: 5' 3
Age: old
Family: Daughter of one of the nine kings of old and daughter of an elven woman of mirkwood
Animals: None yet
Weapons: Three long swords that are strapped to her back in the same fashion as a quiver of arrows might be. A dagger fastened to the right side of her right boot, and second dagger fastened to her left hip.

Personality: Strong willed and tough. She fears to let people in. She is often very quiet and pondersome, but when she does speak people tend to listen. Has a sense of humor, but only those closest to her can see it. Her eyes have a sense of hardness and pain in them, and she rarely smiles unless being cynical.

Appearance: Has rounded ears and a short eight. Long dark hair with bright green eyes. She has the beauty and grace of en elf, with the appearance of a human. She wears a long green dress, with an elven cloak to match. She also has leather gloves and boots.

History:

One of her biggest secrets is that she is half-elven. Having rounded ears and a fairly short height, she obviously looks nothing like an elf. Hardened by a long life of pain and torment, she searches for the man, or beast, that caused it all. At the age of five she came to understanding that her father was a very evil man. Her mother refused to go into much detail, but the fact that he had been evil was evident with her mother’s scars. At the age of 15 she was finally told all. Her father had been a great king of men, but the dark lord Sauron had given him and eight others 9 rings of power. Vanyanár’s father had been in love with her mother at the time, and they had been expecting a child (Vanyanár). By the time of her birth, however, Vanyanár’s father had been all but lost to this world. He had taken it upon himself to beat her mother furiously almost every day after their daughter’s birth, and by her first birthday, he had turned. Her mother’s scream had pierced the morning air of mirkwood as she saw that her lover’s eyes and face had turned to nothingness. His screech met hers, and she was silenced by a fear she had never known. Their whimpering child brought his dark gaze over his daughter. He had whispered somethings quietly before reaching out to touch her. The babe cried out in pain as it’s father sliced the tips of both ears with a small blade. He then reached to her legs and held on strongly as the acidic pain of a nazgul’s touch flowed through them. Vanyanár’s mother had cried out for him to stop, but when he finally did, it was too late. Returning to his lover, her wrapped his hand around her neck and spoke with a voice she had never heard before, “Do not forget this, she-elf. One day I will return.” He had left them there, both the mother and child crying from pain and sadness. They had rushed the child to Rivendel for healing, but it had been too late. The long term effects of his horrid outburst had left the child’s height stunted and her ears round. The only good that came from this was the ability to sense the evil inside of her father and be able to track him with that (though at the moment, she does not know of this gift). Vanyanár’s main goal in life is revenge. She wishes to find her father and rid him from this earth, but yet she is still torn between the love she should have for him and the hate she now possesses

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