Names: Melestheliel (Sindarin, Daughter of love and purpose); Atamirel (Heirloom Daughter, named after Aurthiel's Quenya late brother); Covniel (Sindarin. Means "empty maiden").

Race: Elf.

Ethnicity: Noldor.

Birth Date: November 7th, 1700 of the Second Age.

Gender: Female.

Height: 5'9.

Weight: 128 ibs.

Hair Color: Black.

Eye Color: Green.

Known Languages: Quenya, Sindarin, Westron.

Alignment: Lawful Good.

MBTI Type: ISTJ.

Big Five Personality: RICGD.

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DO WE KNOW EACH OTHER?

Possibly, if you are or were:

• A citizen of  Rivendell or Lindon.
• An acquaintance of Aurthiel, Mythrenniel, Losgliniel, Gwaindoriel, and/or Orotasairon.
• A participant in the War of the Last Alliance of Men and Elves.

NAMES:

She is known as several names in different places and called by different names according to different scenarios.

She is usually called Melestheliel…

• By childhood friends, by Mythrenniel's family, and in casual affection.
• In Lindon this is a popular name.

She is usually called Covniel…

• By those who knew her as a teen and adult in Rivendell, as well as Rivendell's military.
• By most who fought in the War of the Last Alliance.
• She prefers to be called Atamirel, but some in Rivendell just can't seem to roll with the times…

She is usually called Atamirel…

• By those who knew her as an adult in Rivendell, as well as Rivendell's military.
• In Rivendell, Lothlorien, and Mirkwood.
• By men and dwarves.
• This is her personally preferred name. New acquaintances will be told she is called Atamirel.

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A serious, calm, down to earth elf. Atamirel is the pinnacle of quiet strength. An externally strong, but not heartless, individual. Atamirel enjoys pottery and fighting. A fighter in the War of the Last Alliance, she has military experience. She is focused on her image and tends to try looking strong and loyal. Her insecurities tend to come from her parents, but she seldom opens up concerning the squishy emotions she'd rather leave be. Task oriented and cautious, intelligent. She taught herself discipline and is a very firm, sturdy person. She is obedient towards her commanders and stubborn towards anybody else.

Off duty, she can be rather casual in more relaxed scenarios. However, she is a perfectionist who tries her best to look and behave in a remarkable manner. On top of that, her military training still makes her remarkably disciplined and sharp regardless of where she is at.

Despite her lack of emotional expression, she is far from heartless. She has an uncompromising morale code and insane passions she disguises under a cool, collected mask. She is close to her family and holds her friends dear - although actions of open affection may be a bit rare.

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The child was conceived out of shame, by a traitor of the free peoples and a depressed, scarred woman; she was instead passed off as the third daughter of Aurthiel's friend Mythrenniel. The two elf maids traveled away while Aurthiel was in her early stages of pregnancy and they returned only after the girl was born. Nobody knew the truth of her heritage. The story was told that Mythrenniel did not realize she was with child until after their journey started. Aurthiel wished for her to be named Atamirel, after her late brother of the First Age, yet she was given a different name adoptive father out of spite for his cousin, Melestheliel.

Although her adoptive parents knew she was from another, the family loved her just the same. She was called Melestheliel, daughter of love and purpose. She was cared for by many siblings and followed the road of a fighter.. She grew close with her adoptive father, Orotasarin,..

However, she did carry the restless blood of Aurthiel. She grew under the unintended pressure of her adopted father, who wanted at least one of his children to follow in his footsteps. This caused her to become perfectionistic, and she decided that she would join the Lindon military in her "father's" footsteps. Aurthiel kept a close eye on her daughter as she grew, she took her on as a student in her teens. Orotasarin too taught her. Orotasarin and Aurthiel fought frequently over the upbringing of the young hiril, much to her foncusion. Eventually, the news slipped to Meletheliel through accident of who her true mother and real father were.

She was so bitter from the news, so betrayed. Her identity was shattered, her mentality of prestige and honor wrecked. Melestheliel felt upset, alone in a world where she was told she was loved but could not feel it. She soon ran away from home, hoping to wind up somewhere away from her past. She ran… she ran…

… she ran…

Eventually, exhausted and forlorn, she was found deep in some forest by an elf border patrol. The forest was strange and unfamiliar, same with the uniforms the elves bore. The teenager was soon carried away, to a refuge she only heard about in tales from her family: Imladris. When questioned of her name and history, the girl lied. Desperate to escape the hot shame attacking her mind, she lied. She pretended she had no idea, she pretended she knew nothing. All she "remembered" was a name she took up on the spot, Covniel, meaning "empty maiden."

She spent several years inside the sanctuary of Elrond's refuge. Growing up on her own now, the young woman still felt aimless and lost even if her body was at rest. She was angry, so angry, at the world in general. She was desperate to take out all the hatred and guilt on something. She eventually got into pottery. The spinning disk was soothing and she soon found herself engrossed in the designs and elaborations of the craft. She has continued pottery well into the Third Age. It is therapeutic for her.

As she grew older and calmer, she joined the military of Rivendell. Within the military ranks of Imladris, she hastily learned discipline and control. Despite her raging emotions, she was able to keep a cool head. Recalling the lessons by her "aunt" and learning anew from the military officers, Covniel soon became a serious and dedicated soldier. She had purpose now. She could take out her feelings during training and chasing down bands of orcs. Yet, within the solitude of her home borders, she was able to maintain a calm and collected atmosphere. Still, every time she managed to slow down from the duties she cherished, her pain still chased her… She wondered if her past could somehow chase her here.

Eventually, of course, it did. When Numenor fell and Sauron once again threatened Middle Earth, the union of men and elves was called upon. Soon, many armies and many nations came together under the valley of Rivendell. With them came the armies of Lindon. With the armies of Lindon came her family…

The wars against Sauron were nothing to Covniel compared to the war between herself and her family. Her siblings were bitter, but her uncle, aunt, and mother were desperate to connect with her again. They still loved her dearly. Covniel, however, pushed them away. Yet, as the War of the Last Alliance raged on, Covniel broke down more and more. The closer the armies came to breaking Sauron, the closer her family came to breaking her. Covniel could only relish in skirmishes against orcs so long before she found herself staring into the eyes of one of her relatives again. They fought side by side, after all, and they saved each other even if Covniel never admitted it was from the love deep down. However, as the war drew to a close…

In the siege against the very heart of Mordor, her mother, aunt, or whatever Mythrenniel stood in Covniel's place when she was about to be cut down. Mythrenniel went on to suffer grave wounds which after the war put her into endless sleep for days… weeks… months…

This was it. Covniel was defeated. As she regularly visited the woman who raised her, was lashed out at from her angry siblings, and pursued by her adoptive father and biological mother… she finally gave in. When Mythrenniel finally awoke months after she was struck down, Covniel finally asked for forgiveness for running. She was embraced by the two who raised her, her siblings would learn to accept her again, and Aurthiel… Covniel finally accepted Aurthiel as her secret, biological mother by taking on a whole new name - Atamirel.

Going into the Third Age, Atamirel would continue to serve in Rivendell as a warrior and protector of borders. She would, of course, take occasional trips to her family in Lindon, but her true home had always been Rivendell, which she continues to serve and protect until she is finally called West…

In present RP time, she has just returned from an extended trip to visit family in Lindon.