At first glance, Mistress Arali Mistsong appears to be a kindly halfling woman in her early fifties—modest in height, with twinkling eyes and a soft, welcoming smile. But within moments of meeting her, it becomes clear she is much, much more. Her warm copper-brown skin is marked by faint, celestial runes that softly glow when she casts magic, remnants of a powerful blessing from the goddess Gaia herself. Long chestnut curls are pinned back with silver filigree clips shaped like phoenix wings. Her robes, stitched in flowing layers of blue, white, and gold, shimmer faintly in the light—woven with enchantments that cloak, protect, and heal. Despite her small stature, Arali commands the respect of archmages, clerics, and warlords alike. Her presence is quiet but commanding—like the stillness before a summer storm. She walks barefoot through the stone halls of the Abbey, her steps light but deliberate, often trailed by flurries of leaves or soft motes of magical light.

At first glance, Matron Arali Mistsong appears to be a kindly halfling woman in her early fifties—modest in height, with twinkling eyes and a soft, welcoming smile. But within moments of meeting her, it becomes clear she is much, much more.

Her warm copper-brown skin is marked by faint, celestial runes that softly glow when she casts magic, remnants of a powerful blessing from the goddess Gaia herself. Long chestnut curls are pinned back with silver filigree clips shaped like phoenix wings. Her robes, stitched in flowing layers of Purple, white, and gold, shimmer faintly in the light—woven with enchantments that cloak, protect, and heal.

Despite her small stature, Arali commands the respect of archmages, clerics, and warlords alike. Her presence is quiet but commanding—like the stillness before a summer storm. She walks barefoot through the stone halls of the Abbey, her steps light but deliberate, often trailed by flurries of leaves or soft motes of magical light.

Though she appears only in moments of importance to most students, she is the soul of the Moonlit Abbey. As its Headmistress, she teaches not just the arcane arts, but the harmony of the divine, the order of the martial, and the importance of balance. Her classes are rare, unannounced, and unforgettable.

Unbeknownst to all but a select few, Matron Arali serves as the secret steward of the Order of the Phoenix. She is one of the only living members of the Order who knows every purpose the Abbey fulfills—guardian of ancient knowledge, sanctuary for the magically gifted, and hidden bastion of resistance.

Her magical expertise blends divine and arcane paths, focusing on healing, protective wards, and cosmic insight. It’s whispered that her meditation chambers lie beneath the Abbey itself, carved from crystal caverns touched by Gaia’s own hand. There, she communes with ancient powers—and occasionally receives visions of what is yet to come.

To students, she is a kindly enigma. To the few Phoenix agents left in the world, she is the final ember of a forgotten flame. And as change begins to stir once more in North Azure, Matron Arali Mistsong stands ready—watchful, wise, and quietly powerful.

Date of Birth

26th of Ares

Eyes

Brown

Hair

Long chestnut curls

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Copper brown skin

Height

3'

Weight

40