Aaeren

"I am such an idiot. Why do I even think this will work. Why am I such an idiot?" Aeren laments at Blazen, pulling at her tunic as she browses the market.

She had decided to return to Badrikaz after all the hell in Hifal and hopefully, *hopefully,* try a real relationship with Mitchell. Not that she thought he would still be interested.

"This is stupid!" she declares, turning away from the stall. After everything, why did she think attempting a relationship was a good idea?

Player
Name: Nova
Preferred Pronoun: she/her is preferred
Contact: This journal or fiery_chicken

Character
Name: Aaeren
Canon: Lord of the Rings | Canon OC

Pull-point: About the time of the Weathertop incident, not that she had any knowledge of that (for a while). She was too busy wandering around Breeland mining.

Power Opt-in post link: N/A

Content Opt-out post link: N/A

Age: 26

Gender/Sex: Female/Woman

Appearance: I’m using Jaimie Alexander as a pb. Aaeren has a scar down her left cheekbone and across her chin. She's about 5'8"/173cm.


History: Aaeren is an only child from Minas Tirith. Her father was a weaponsmith and her mother enjoyed helping him in the forges. She was often around her father when he worked, and as she grew older, he took her on a few mining trips. This spurred her interest in various ores. As she grew older, she stayed back with her mother more often, assisting her around the house.

When she was a teenager, her father passed away. Aaeren took up his tools and his place in the forges, but soon, what ore was around—and blacksmithing as a whole—failed to keep her attention. She left to learn more about the world, the smithing practices of others, and more about rocks and metal in general. Her father had once told her that she had to be at least part dwarf, what with how fascinated she was with metal, rock, and ore. She always saw this as a compliment, and strives to prove him right. Her first destination was the Blue Mountains, with all the mystery it held for her.

Along her journey, she learned how to wield both swords and axes, and prefers to fight with one of each. She can shoot well enough to hunt, but she’d rather just run up to the target and introduce it to her blades.

Personality: Aaeren can come off very stern, at first, and much more interested in the rocks under her feet than the people around her. It soon becomes clear that she’s nowhere near as stern as she seems unless she’s on the battlefield. She’s very friendly and jovial and gets an inordinate amount of pleasure out of standing on top of hobbit holes. Rude. She can be very crass and doesn’t have the most elegant sense of humor. She loves children, but doesn’t really want any of her own. Her greatest wish is to learn from those who she considers the masters of smithing and geology: the dwarves. After all, they did build her great, beautiful city!

Abilities:

Weaponsmithing, specializing in one-handed swords and axes.

Using said swords and axes.

Some mid-range skill in archery.

She plays a pretty decent lute.

Knowledge of ore.

Preparing her own food.

Some knowledge of Sindarin, though her usage is likely clumsy.

Inventory:

Her clothing

A one-handed sword

A one-handed axe

Five throwing knives

A bow and ten arrows

A hair tie

A week’s ration of dried food.

Her pickaxe

Anything else: Nothing.