Ilaru

Ilaru, "Ily," "Ila," "Princess"
| Name | Ilaru |
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| Occupation | Seamstress, healer |
| Age | Young |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Aughaire |
| Kinship | Hillmen of Aughaire |
| 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. Her thick black locks frame a thin, pale face with large deep brown, almost black, eyes and many terrible scars marring her cheeks. About her left wrist sits a bracelet woven of multi coloured thread, however she tends to keep her hands covered either by gloves or her shirtsleeves. 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 the center stone, one below Hanging from her belt is a dagger that looks blunt to the point of uselessness - it might make a good paperweight, but little else. |
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Background
Hailing from Archet, Ilaru grew up as a dutiful daughter. Her father often hunted meat for the family table as well as for the local inn in Chetwood whilst her mother would bring coin to the house by making or repairing the villagers clothing. Whiling away most of her days at her mothers side, Ilaru learned to be an accomplished seamstress under her mothers tutelage.
Ilaru rarely speaks outright on what happened to her after Archet was attacked. She has been known to drop some hints when questioned, but does not go into detail.
Whatever happened, however, has caused her to be untrusting and scared of people. She stays to the shadows as much as possible and, on the few occasions she will speak to another person, does so with a pronounced stutter.
Until recently, Ilaru lived in the wilderness or on the streets. Neither a theif nor a beggar, she preferred to scavenge for what she needed - be it clothing or items discarded. A cold winters day drove her into a quiet Prancing Pony where she climabered into a barrel to rest and enjoy the warmth. Baecere discovered her there. His gentle persistance and charm led her to reluctantly accept his offer of help.
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| Loves | Music, sewing, watching people |
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| Hates | Things that scare her |
| Motivation | Safety |
| Quotes | I don't want to hurt anyone. I just want to feel safe. |
Ilaru's Adventures
| Journal the Eighth - Windows | 1 week 17 hours ago |
| Journal the Eighth - Freedom | 2 weeks 22 hours ago |
| Journal the Eighth - Trapped | 2 weeks 3 days ago |
| Journal the Eighth - Signs | 2 weeks 4 days ago |
| Journal the Eighth - Aches | 2 weeks 6 days ago |
