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Morwilwarin
Morwilwarin Aglarthalion
| Name | Morwilwarin |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Scholar |
| Age | Appears to be young |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Falathorn and Breeland |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | You peer through the doorway that leads to Morwilwarin's study. But you don't want her to know that you are there. After all, you are a guest; as a visitor, you should have manners. She sits at a table scattered with books and parchment, her back toward you. The lady pulls a section of her long dark hair over her shoulders absentmindedly, clearly absorbed in words of some arcane manner. But then she turns her head to you, suddenly, a smile touches her rosy lips. The candles on the table flicker on her skin showing luminous skin that is slightly darker than many Breelanders. Yet, her coloring is beautiful in its unique way and untouched by the sun. "I knew you were there all along," she says in a soft, melodic voice. "There's no need to be shy. Please let me show you what I'm reading," she continues. Her large dark blue eyes, almond-shaped, study you in what seems to be a serious manner. Then, Morwilwarin laughs and rises from her chair and walks toward you with a natural grace, reminiscent of a dancer. The dimly lit room does not hide a slender yet womanly figure under her red dress. She takes you by the arm, gently, and brings you to the table. The “magic” books are originally what you came for anyway. You’ve heard tales of lore masters' powers before. But if her appearance is so ensorceling, then what is her personality like? You, fortunate traveler, are glad to have happened upon this house. |
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Background
Abandoned as a baby at a Bree man's doorstep, Morwilwarin grew up with no knowledge of her origins. The only hint concerning her roots came from an enigmatic note stating the following : I am the Last of my kind. I am the last of my line. They are hunting me. Do not follow. I will save my people. I will regain my crown. Clearly, these words only caused Morwilwarin and her adoptive father to be further perplexed.
After her father died suddenly from an illness, Morwilwarin set out to find her place in Middle Earth. Almost immediately, she was drawn towards the lore masters' quarters where her teacher revealed that she had a natural propensity toward the arcane.
Later, as though by Providence, Morwilwarin met a being that would change her life for the better, filling a gap that remained since her father's death. Namely, it was through her natural intuitiveness, curiosity, and kind demeanor that she attracted the notice of the unusual elf, Morohir Aglarthalion. His behavior, uncharacteristic for his kind, was fatherly in a human way; therefore, she swiftly formed a familial bond with him. And after several shared adventures, Morohir adopted Morwilwarin, helping her achieve her dream of having a family once more. She currently lives with Morohir and Nartari (her adoptive mother) in Falathorn.
| Friends | Morohir, Veignar, Awiergan, Aerathyl, Idhrenothar, and many more |
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| Relatives | |
| Rivals/Enemies | All those who follow darkness |
| Loves | Many people (especially Veignar and her adoptive family), horses, animals, nature, fine clothing, music, arts and crafts, home or places that feel like home, adventures, journeying, and arcane lore. |
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| Hates | Spiders, the Barrowdowns, being away from those she loves for too long. |
| Motivation | Morwilwarin wishes to take care of the people she loves and to help those in need. She also aims to be a bearer of light. |
| Quotes | Burn in the deepest fires, spawn of Ungoliant. You have too many legs! |
Morwilwarin's Adventures
| Shadows Behind the Walls and Secrets | 12 years 5 months ago |
| Morwilwarin's Questionable Origins (Prologue) | 12 years 10 months ago |
