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Araelia Tamsin Araelia was born the second child of high nobility of Mayene. When she was three years old, her father was chosen to be one of the Seconds of Mayene, a great honor to the family. That same week, her older brother, the family heir, was killed by Tairen Lords on one of their common raids to claim the city-state of Mayene as its own. While Araelia was too young to remember the tragedy, it would affect her for the rest of her life. Growing up, Araelia was kept under strict supervision. The Tamsins would not risk losing the life of another heir to the Tairens. In addition to heavy protection, the young girl was trained in self-defense at a very young age as many of the nobles of Mayene are. She became adept at hand to hand combat and in addition to that, she was skilled at the the use of her dagger, a gift from her father on her twelfth nameday. It had a gold hilt with a deep burgundy stone at the bottom; the colors of House Tamsin. On it was engraved the house symbol, three links of chain, and Araelia's name. She was told to keep it hidden on her person at all times and it was an order she never forgot or disobeyed. Despite her fearful, protected youth, Araelia was never personally attacked and feared the day she would have to use the dagger she so carefully concealed. Not a fighter by nature, she would rather discuss a problem than resort to physical dispute, but her turbulent childhood led to her deep suspicion of strangers, especially Tairens. She is intelligent and seems to always be measuring people up, as though each one might pose a threat to her life which, in reality, was very true of her life in Mayene. Her nature is far from trusting so she has a difficult time making friends but she has an inherent distaste for injustice. Her strong opinions and stubborn nature aside, she has the grace of her noble station and can easily mask her emotions. She is petite and slender, barely 5'3" with the agility of one well-trained in self defense. Her long, midnight-black hair falls in gentle waves just past her shoulders and her dark, almost black eyes seem to be able to pry secrets out of the soul of any person alive. She dresses in fine silks denoting her station, often in daring cuts that show off her lithe figure. Her smile, though rarely genuine, is sweet and innocent, misleading people into thinking she is harmless. Of course, she is far from harmless.
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