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Ilaru

Ilaru, "Ily," "Ila," "Princess"

Name Ilaru
Status
Active
Occupation
Seamstress, healer
Age
Young
Race
Man
Residence
Far Chetwood
Kinship
Outward Appearance

This young, slim woman appears to be far too slender for her own good. Standing at aproximately five feet tall, she would look to be undersized in every way.  The effect is compounded by the huge black dog that is almost always in her company.

Thick black locks frame a thin, pale face with large deep brown, almost black, eyes and many terrible scars mar her cheeks. A somewhat haunted expression is most often present when she thinks no one is looking and a soft, although wary, smile takes its place at other times.

About her left wrist sits a bracelet woven of multi coloured thread, however she keeps her hands covered always by thin cotton gloves in either white or black.

Adorning her right ear is an earring fashioned like a long upside down triangle of blackened metal, a polished red stone in the center, and two more, one above and one below whilst a ornament fashioned from red beads and two feathers is nestled toward the back of her hair on the left side.

More often than not, Ilaru wears a simple black gown with a white chiffon over-dress, belted at the waist with black cord. A stylised polished steel circlet set with a single tear-shaped piece of red glass adorns her forehead. On occasion, she can be seen in thick brown and burgundy furs, such as one might expect to see on a northern tribesman.

Hanging from her belt is a small sharp dagger that looks to be rather old and worn.

Background

Few know the truth of Ilaru's past. Indeed, she is often vague or outright evasive when the topic of conversation drifts to her. The official story is that she grew up in Archet but whilst there is certainly truth in that, it is not one that she willingly expands upon and one may be left feeling that there is more to the tale than she will tell.

The manner in which she speaks - soft, formal, yet clipped and precise - suggests that she puts effort into correct enunciation. This, along with her unusual name and appearance, may lead toward the conclusion that she is not quite the Bree-lander she is assumed to be.

Uncomfortable with strangers, she is not lacking in manners but often says the wrong thing through a lack of understanding when it comes to social graces. Having a dislike for physical contact, Ilaru prefers to keep her distance from other people and will not touch them unless she deems it necessary.

Friends
Relatives
Mother: Vaeshiva. Sister: Jikista. Son: Cybryn. Husband Haldrid
Rivals/Enemies
Loves
Music, sewing, watching people, Arugru and Minalmano, cake, her son.
Hates
Things that scare her, violence, arguments.
Motivation
Safety - both personal and that of her son - and to understand people and the world around her.
Quotes
I answer the questions posed to me in the best manner that I can. I cannot be held accountable if said questions are the wrong ones.

Ilaru's Adventures

Journal the Nineteenth: Considerations 4 years 10 months ago
Journal the Nineteenth: Reunion 4 years 10 months ago
Journal the Eighteenth - Closure 11 years 8 months ago
Journal the Eighteenth - Linger 11 years 8 months ago
Journal the Eighteenth - Arrival 13 years 1 month ago
Ilaru's Adventures

Ilaru's Gallery

Ilaru's Gallery