Ariavel Auvreavalsa

[*Toxic Honey]

Basic Information
Name: Ariavel Auvreavalsa
Aliases:
Gender: Female
Race: Wood Elf
Age: 357
Profession: Mercenary
Languages: Common, Elven, Thieve's Cant, Draconic
Accent: Chooses her words carefully, making her voice seem dry and articulated

Physical Information
Height: 4'10"
Weight: 110 lbs
Body build: Lean and muscular
Skin type: Marked with rough scars, but smoother skin around the scars
Hair style: Ponytail
Scars: Scars cover her whole body. The most notable ones are her missing eye with an eyepatch that covers most of the scar, and a deep slash in the right side of her neck.
Tattoos: A brand of a raven on her right upper arm made of scar tissue instead of ink
Colouring:

[b]Hair:[/b] Brown [b]Eyes:[/b] Hazel [b]Skin:[/b] Brown [/li]

Mental Information
Alignment: Neutral
Philosophy: Embraces challenges and seeks out a death only to a worthy combatant. If a foe gives her a worthy battle, she kills them in turn. Otherwise she lets them live so they can better themselves for a rematch. An honorable fight marks her with scars, which she keeps in memory of her opponant.
Deity/Beliefs: She knows the deity Fharlanghn, but isn't overly devout. Her beliefs in her combat practices and honor to her clan set the tone to her life though. Clan law is sacred.
Personality:

[u]Calm[/u] [i]Unless in battle, her mood remains passive[/i] [u]Reckless[/u] [i]When faced with a challenge, she is lost in the ecstacy of battle until she or her foe falls[/i] [u]Ethical[/u] [i]While not morally "good", personal rules dictate her actions[/i] [u]Dry humor[/u] [i]Most people see her personality as something similar to a rock's, but she does see humor in every day life. People usually have to know her well before they get it though.[/i] [/li]

Additional Information
Gear: While she favors her longswords, she is just as good with any other weapon. She is almost never seen out of her plate armor or without her shield, which have both seen rough battles. A patch with a gray raven over a black circle is fixated to the front of her armor. Because of her missing eye, she always wears an eyepatch.
Jewelry: A simple chain hanging around her neck tucked beneath her armor. What is attached to the chain is a mystery to most.
Habbits/hobbies: Drinking. She almost never gets drunk, but she's often seen with a mug of ale in hand.
General Health: Other than her many scars, she is in peak physical condition.
Favorite Drink: Although she mostly drinks ale, since it is easy to come by and afford, she has no preference.
Weaknesses: Magic is her biggest weakness, and she knows it. She's also been known to be lured into traps with the offer of a good fight.

[*Toxic Honey]

The clan leader stood over a table with a bloody bag hanging from the grasp of his fist. The clan healers made a rough attempt to stop the bleeding and keep infection from setting in, but left it to build up scar tissue without proper healing. The elf on the table was silent, but with an expression of pure agony on her face that was louder than any scream. Her body had finally stopped struggling against the strong hands that held her down.

"Ariavel, you've disgraced the clan. You do not deserve the mercy of death. Let this mark remind you forever of the stain of your dishonor. You are exiled from our camp, but we will do you no favors. You will remain a Raven, so that your duty to us does not end."

Treated bandages were wrapped around her head to keep the wound from reopening or festering. Then the hands holding her down released her. Ariavel rolled off the table, where a boot met her in her ribs to knock her flat on her face. Her few belongings were tossed onto the ground next to her.

"Leave this land to find your honor again. Then do yourself a favor by dying the good death you denied your clanmate."

Ariavel couldn't look anyone in the eye as she stood back up and collected her things into the bag they provided her. Her trembling hand reached up to feel the bandages over her empty eye socket just to make sure it had really happened. Then without further comment to her clan, since it was too painful, she walked beyond the edge of the portable camp. She felt judgemental eyes on her during her entire walk of shame.