Marilhan A Tretaler A Gapetrun

The opposite of her brother Ladror A Gapetrun. The siblings were adopted by the Gapetruns in 24GY. She likes layers of clothing too, bright prints and fun patterns. She read a book by a passing merchant whose skin was as dark as hers, and they had a detailed and colorful book of illustration of the Qunness people. The word was familiar to her as the other children in Geremver Ti have asked her about it. She wants an easy life, but also to be respected in town, so she wrestles with that in her choices.

"I know I don't have my real parents around.


I know I look different than everyone else.


I was feeling down one day, very down, and wanted to cry.


I was sent on an errand to the "Nedar-blessed" food stall run by the A Rafromen. I met a red haired girl there, younger than me, barely older than a Bushrat, probably hasn't lost her first tooth. I wasn't more than a few years older than her, a child myself. I tried to order what my father had told me, but like my mother always says, I have a lazy mouth and I messed up the order. I cursed, complaining to myself that I was no good and why the parents that took me in are always disappointed in me.
Forgetting my place.
There was no one around but me and this small child. But this has happened before, and I'd hear about it when it reached my parents.


But to my surprise, the little girl laughed. She stood on her tippy toes and pushed the carefully wrapped Applie Petal Pie closer to me.

"It's okay girl with black hair. My brothers don't like me either. Have some big pie."


I placed my hand on the package but stood there bewildered on the response.

"Oh. Are you alive? Are you sick? Mommy gets sick sometimes."

An older boy came running over, redder hair frizzy and stick to his face, and hastily looked at me than the little girl. He shoved his hand out to me.

"That pie is 42R!"

I hand him the runes, and nodded at the little girl, and I ran home.

I see an older woman, dull red-orange hair walking towards the stall as I'm running away.

"Goodbye Marilhan."

She speaks so casually to me, and I think I've seen her face before. I think she was our neighbor."

-excerpt from her Personal Logbook 38GY, aged 11
Marries Dilanl A Tretaler as she gets older. Because of his interest in all things foregin and fashion, Marilhan starts to get more inspired in her fashion choices. One day when she gets picked on once again for her long dark black hair, she returns hom to Dilanl and tells him to cut it all off, shave it if he could. He diligentally goes about shaving her head bald, telling her all her knew of the bald Iebeon and how cool they were.
Marilhan proudly dons her head now, even in the cold winters, wearing hars with the traditional Braids of Ardus.

Date of Birth

29GY 9 Noseld Irldas

Parents

Eyes

Dark black eyes

Hair

Short but curly, black

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Medium Tan