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Aewsell
Aewsell Tithen
| Name | Aewsell |
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| Occupation | None, for she is too young and too alone to have an occupation. Her wanderings in the wilderness are probably as close as she gets to a formal occupation. |
| Age | Young for her people, aged just thirty. |
| Race | Elf |
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| Residence | Wherever her feet have taken her. |
| Kinship | None |
| Outward Appearance | Aewsell (child of small birds) Tithen (tiny) is but a child of her people aged at just thirty she would look like a child of about ten of mortal man yet she is as fair as her kin, small and youthful, intelligent, keen and curious.
She wears her dark, sleek and gleaming hair long so that it comes down to her shoulders. Her skin is as pale and delicate as ivory and her eyes are silver as the moon. One would observe that her fair elven clothing is not kept in the best condition, rugged, worn and stained from use in a way that only the young can make it, yet its natural good quality has kept it in a better condition than it may have been otherwise.
When she speaks her voice would be as fair as her people's and gently feminine, seeming to caress the ear whenever she may speak, yet her words are oft few for she is unused to the company of others. |
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Background
A Teleri youngster by heritage, Aewsell the Tithen gained her name through her love of wilderness and all of fair nature, yet her youth and small statue gained her the title of Tithen or tiny. Yet the youngster has few to call her either name, for she remains alone in the world after a harrowing experience of loss which rendered her childhood asunder and left the youngster to grow in solitude, exploring the world as she saw fit and wandering wherever whim and will happened to take her. Fearing to go near civilisation of any kind, she keeps to the wilderness, periodically observing any people of any race that she may meet, yet always remaining hidden in the shadows, natural elvish grace and mystery giving her the peace that she yearns for when watching busy people bustle around their towns and villages. Watching and never partaking, staying alone and unloved in the wilds of the world...
| Friends | She knows few people and thus has few friends. |
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| Relatives | Her parents are both deceased and it is unkown whether they have any living kin. |
| Rivals/Enemies | None that she knows of. |
| Loves | Flowers, water, contemplation, learning things, observing others, being loved despite the rarity of this simple desire. |
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| Hates | Being lonely. |
| Motivation | To drift across the world wherever her feet may take her... |
| Quotes | "I wander where my whim may lead and I do so alone." |
