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Message: <blockquote data-quote="A'koss" data-source="post: 1933831" data-attributes="member: 840">Arel of Nareldyr "You're all fine... but you're crazy." - Bosley, Charlie's Angels 2.  CN Female Human Fighter/Ranger/Barbarian/Berserker (and a little Rogue)Age: 39... for the last 6 years.Height: 6' 2"Weight: 165... *whack!* 110 lbs. Description: I'm fairly certain a comb has never come within 10' of Arel's head. Her once proud red mane of hair is now streaked with grey and tied with a few scraggly braids. She was clearly quite the beauty in her day but the years of war and anger have taken their toll. Arel is probably the most... intense person you are ever likely to meet. She wears this perpetual disapproving scowl that only softens to a smile when she's about to hurt something. Her deeply lined and unforgiving blue eyes are have made kings shift in their seats. Arel firmly believes that her crimson scalemail shirt (fashioned from some nameless abyssal horror) is suitable for all social occasions. Certainly, no one has ever suggested otherwise... She also wears her trademarked wide legged gold embroidered leather breaches which almost looks like a dress when she bothers to stand up straight. Her fur lined boots have a concealed blade in each toe and is bound in Norse-like wrappings. Arel also has a bandana full of nasty implements of pain (small blades, caltrops, garrots, blinding powder, etc...) but her pride and joy is the dwarf-forged spear Tyrskaar she lovingly carries in her oversized guantlets. This heavy bladed weapon has a black iron shaft 8' long and an ornate s-curved spearhead forged of baatoran green steel. A series of small, rounded vents run the length of the spearhead that spews flame and smoke like a furnace on command. Did I mention Arel like fire...? History: Arel the Warmaiden, Arel the Bloody, Arel the Viper, The Fang of Nareldyr revels in combat... a bit too much. Within her heart burns a rage you couldn't put out with a dozen magic decanters. An incredibly skilled warrior, her dwarf-forged spear has found the heart of countless beasts, monsters and demons. Arel demands respect from her few peers and subservience from everyone else... and what Arel wants, Arel gets. She has trained many hunters over the years who have gone on to become great heroes in their own right. Her followers are loyal with an almost... religious ferver.  Arel has... attention issues. Being the scrawny 4th child of 6 and with both of her parents being hunters she essentially grew up the forgotten child. Ignored by her parents, pushed around by her larger siblings slowly stoked the flames within. It didn't help that when a band of Frost Giants from Kaldyr raided their cliffside town and burned it to the ground they had ignored her too. She threw the largest little rocks she could at the giants but alas, couldn't even get their attention. It hardly seemed to matter that her family was dead and her home destroyed - it was the fact that she was, once again, ignored by those bigger than her that finally caused her subtle shift towards mayhem and dismemberment. Plus, those damn giants stepped on her little flower garden - that assured payback was forthcoming. Arel was eventually found by one of the hunters from the larger city of Nareldyr... clinging by her teeth to his leg. I guess he saw potential there and trained the little feral girl. It wasn't long before Arel became hard to ignore - her weapons were the biggest, the battlecries the loudest. Eventually it was suggested that hunting might not be the best career choice for her. Arel wandered, hooking up with several adventuring bands over the years, but each time was (politely) asked to take her insane berserker heinie elsewhere. And each time, she'd kick the crap out of them and move on with no hard feelings. Next, she spent many years adventuring solo and it wasn't long before her reputation grew to the point where it attracted others of... similar ilk. It was when her newly formed "Fang Company" saved Nareldyr from the colossal Kaic that she was given the mantle of Warmaiden of Nareldyr. And she'll be happy to remind you if you forget. Portrait: Arel isn't happy unless she's clinging onto her furnace-spewing spear embedded deeply in the back of some colossal, rampaging Ice Beast. A'koss.</blockquote>

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