Arianne The Dark Elf Name: Arianne the Dark Elf, Lady of Nan Gûlfuin , born Elárwen. Known to her sect as Elárwen, Lady of the Moriquendi. (Though she herself is not of the Moriquendi people by birth.) Race: Silvan Elf of the Peredhil, descended from Melian through Lúthien. DOB: Latter part of the First Age, some years before Elrond. Gender: Female, delightfully so Home: Mirkwood Born: In the mountains just outside Rivendell Appearance: Arianne has long raven hair and piercing green eyes veiled behind long lashes. She wears ebony robes that look to be spun of midnight. Everything about her seems to absorb the light in the room, so black is her dress, so dark is her hair that it seems, when you look at her, that her immediate surroundings are darker as well. She wears a black star on her forehead and an evil glint in her eyes. Her cold, piercing stare sends shivers through your body. As a descendent of Lúthien she wears the beauty of Tinuviel proudly. She is gorgeous, and enchanting. So beautiful it is said that she entrances those who gaze upon her. In her the beauty of Lúthien is born again, strong and powerful. She spends most of her time shrouded behind her black, coweled cloak, which sweeps the floor and shields her from prying eyes. Her mouth, is grim, her jaw set, but she is very beautiful in her cold, and icy way. Her skin is pale and her frame slender. Her face is one of calm beauty, and her flashing eyes sparkle with hidden desires. She is tall as elves are. She hovers around 5'9"-5'10". Her dress has long bell sleeves and a tight bodice which displays her ample bosom, and encircles her slender waist. The dress has a short train and reaches to the floor. About her waist, on a thin silver cord wrought of moonlight, or so it seems, hangs a silver pouch, contents unknown. Around her neck is an amulet set in mithril. It's gem glowing and at the same time muted with burning emerald fire. She is barefoot most of the time, though she can occasionally be seen wearing soft leather boots At times, during battle for instance, she dons a skintight, black leather body suit. It offers no plate armor but the tough leather protects her and gives her greater mobility. It fits like a second skin, and when in battle she dons knee high black leather boots. She sheathes her dagger here. Occasionally her robes, dress, or leather are deep blood red. She can sometimes be seen carrying a staff of ebony reaching to her eye level. Atop the staff is a glowing orb in which emerald and amber mists swirl. Something in her demeanor suggests that she holds more power within herself than she lets on, a power you would not want to meet. Animals: She has a black stallion called Tinnutal. And recently, having been gifted with a warg cub by a certain orc, she has been seen to be accompanied by this strange creature. Dark grey, with mottled stripes of white, and fearsome (for a baby) this wargling has already proven a dangerous but worthy ally. Beware his amber gaze, for he sees all with his animal-eyes. His name is Yrch-Tongue. A tribute to the orc from whence he came. Family: Arianne bows her raven haired head and then slowly raises it, her green eyes glowing fiercely in the firelight as she meets your gaze over the dancing flames. "My tale is of a different weave." She speaks in low, enchanting tones, drawing ears close, and curiosity closer. "I am ancient. Born of the far days of the First Age, in direct descent from Lúthien Tinuviel through her grand-daughter Elwing. I am sister to Elrond and Elros. My given name is Elárwen. It is through my great-grandmother Lúthien that I bear the blood of Melian, and through her husband Thingol that I bear the blood of the Sindar. The blood of the Edain also runs through my veins. I am gifted in many ways. And in many ways cursed. I was first born to Elwing and Eärendil, though I am listed in no records. This is the story of my being as has been recounted to from those who know it. Though I do not remember myself. It is said that Elwing carried me, and it is said her burden was not an easy one." At this Arianne's voice falters. "I am sorry. This is the first time I've told this story to anyone. It has always been necessary for my lineage to remain a secret. I trust it will not leave this circle." A slight edge of threat crept into the Dark Elf's voice as she uttered these words. Scanning the group surrounding her she counted a nod from each, before continuing her story. "The burden I cast on my mother was great, and the trial of my delivery even harder. Mine was a difficult birth, from which Elwing nearly died. I was born a month and a half premature. Elwing was on a walk in the foothills with her mid-wife excercising her weary limbs when she slipped and fell while crossing at the base of a waterfall swollen with snowmelt. The impact of the fall and the temperature of the water sent her into shock. And into labour. It was there on the banks of the river that I was born. Feeble and silent. Elwing was losing blood quickly and her pulse was sporadic. She drifted in and out of consciousness, barely aware of her surroundings. The mid-wife had to make a choice: Save her mistress or save me. She made the choice swiftly. Seeing my weak and feeble state she cut the cord and left me to my fate beside the waterfall. She would tell Eärendil it was a miscarriage. That I was born dead." A tear comes to the elf's green eyes and sparkles in the warm glow of the fire. A grim line set in her mouth, her visage changed from sorrowful to stern. "The rest need not be told. Suffice it to say a Dark One such as myself, Sindarin like me was watching from the shadows that day. She rescued me, raised me, gave me both the name that Elwing intended for me and the name I bear today, and imparted to me the ways of her People...Our People." Powers: Arianne is descended from Melian through Lúthien, and is Half-Elven, and sister to Elrond. She bears some of the same Elven powers as Lúthien, Elrond, and Galadriel, but her limits are not yet known. Weapons: Ari needs no weapons as her power is enough to protect her, but nevertheless she carries a small silver dagger with an ebony handle in a sheath tied to her slender calf. She can occasionally be seen sporting a white bow and a quiver of silver arrows. During heated battle she weilds a longsword, with a black star on the hilt, and an emerald gem on the crossguard. The blade is purest silver, and Arianne weilds her weapon with the grace of a lifetime of dark training. Special Skills: Arianne has been trained in healing, among other things. Personality: Her eyes betray a wicked danger, and her demeanor suggests a tortured past. She's trustworthy though, and can be counted on. Her word is her bond. She's not always dark, at times she can be jovial, and she is always easy to get along with, if you know how. She's a tough girl, but in rare moments her emerald eyes betray a hint of her softer side. A side she is secretly desperate to let out. Lately she's been seen striding about the dim recesses of the gathering place of evil always battle-ready. She wears her leather constantly now, and carries no visible weapons outside of battle, though her sword is always nearby, always at the ready. Her eyes carry a mischevious yet ever-watchful glint, and her manner is that of carefully plotted deviance. She's a seductress and a spell-weaver in many ways. Entrancing and enchanting, she is not one to be crossed. Her beauty is great, and she knows this. She uses her glory as a weapon, and she weilds it well. She is seductress, and romancer, enchantress and warrior. Pray you don't find yourself at the end of her irresisitble emerald gaze...or you may fall.