Nosdh'arôi in service to the Imperishables
|Age||Born 506 in the Years of the Sun of the 1st Age (Currently: 6536 years)|
The Alben of Dhsôn Bhalsûr
Minyelaírë was born a long time ago in the Uttermost South of the World and inherits the pure blood of an Alb. In her early childhood she was meant to take up her mother's profession as Scholar in the realm of the Alben. She learned history and the understanding of the High Arts.
But Minyelaírë had no mind for books and libraries in where she would seek answers to many a mystery. Soon it became clear that her blood was burning with a more intense flame than that of her twin-brother Nevyniral or any Warrior of her people.
Over the coming centuries she would be taught in combat by the elite-caste of the Vaydja, eventually being accepted into the council and facing the direct Children of Ungoliant who were threatening the Alben. She served throughout the War that had begun long before her birth and fought in the Campaign against the dominions of men as commander. After the city's destruction and Minyelaírë found guilty of murder she was exiled for 5830 years. Her path led her towards Harad where she encountered none of her kindred and no other Alb, but only the second-born who were afraid of her appearance and inflicted many a wound upon her.
While venturing with the freed slave Garethi she began to trust mankind again, but it was turned into utter hatred when she met the soldiers of Ar-Pharazôn's fleet in Umbar.
Today, Minyelaírë is in the new Alben-Realm Dhsôn Bhalsûr, plotting her revenge against all of mankind. By many she is despised, more dislike her and others even fear her, for she is even by Alben-standards an powerful enemy, both cunning and skilled with the spear and sword. The six millennia of her life having past through battle and utter survival make her unpredictable in combat.
Mankind, Ungoliant's Brood
Vyvu, Battle, Freedom, Her People, Jewelry, Art
Mankind, Winter, Ungoliant & Spiders, To stand in a big crowd
To avenge the hurts that mankind inflicted upon her in the past
"Look at me", she said in albish. "Your death is Minyelaírë. I take your life, my weapon your existence."
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