Ash Eldring
(a.k.a. Ashling)
A slender fiery haired Fey looking young woman, 5'5''ft tall. Carries herself with a noble almost regal bearing and has a soft, well spoken voice that sounds all at once like the tinkling of distant bells, a smooth flowing river in spring, the humming of fireflies on a summers eve, the rustling of leaves as they fall in the autumn and sometimes like the crackling of a fire when she gets excited or angry (which you notice she sometimes is). Her moods seem to shift and change like spring weather.
You can see that her clothes were recently very fine indeed but now are somewhat travel worn and tattered. She wears a long collared tail-coat that seems a little too big for her, tight fitting britches to just below her knees, long stockings that could do with being washed & darned and a tough old pair of long leather boots that have obviously seen plenty of action. They are more the clothes of a young noble gentleman than that of a lady. At her waist on a fine ornate leather belt are 2 exquisitely crafted light daggers of unusual design, they are worn slightly back as if to hide them. Over her back is slung a light crossbow of a type of wood you do not think you have seen before and a light backpack of a beautiful rich deep blue fabric with fine embroidery that looks like it has not been cared for that well despite its likely original cost and so is now a bit scruffy looking.
Her hair is a fiery explosion of unruly messy red curls, from which you can see long pointed Fey ears peaking out, full of dangling earrings that tinkle as she moves. She seems to have a nervous tic of messing her hair up a bit in order to try and bury her ears deeper into it, perhaps to not be noticed. She appears to be very self conscious, nervous, fidgety. Often looking this way and that as if she were worried that someone could either recognise her or notice something different about her. Though she appears to be haughty and aloof, she breaks out into a broad smile and raucous laughter at the drop of a hat and seems genuinely pleased to meet new people.
She looks out of place in this world. There is something almost ethereal and incorporeal about her - like she is not all there. It is almost like light passes through her a little and if you look closely now and again there is a haze around her like that around a candle flame. Looking at her face you could swear you saw the freckles smattered over it, dance and shift around from the periphery of your vision. Her deep penetrating playful yet intense eyes change colour from time to time, you thought they were green a moment ago and now they seem to be glowing almost like hot coals in a Dwarven smithy.
She travels with a friend who is taller and has the same slender otherworldly look as herself. She seems less agitated and fidgety when she is around him, instead laughing and joking, her eyes alight with mischief. They arrive together at Grunal to attend the audience with Baron Gilbert who is looking to hire 'exceptional people'. Anyone looking at them both would certainly agree there was something exceptional bordering on strange about these two...
She has been taught well by some of the greatest Magi's in Dun Alder and her fathers personal weapons master so she has some skill - but not yet experience. She often feels very tired. The dreams that sometimes plague her have been more and more frequent. Dissonant whispers in the night - the words and meaning just a hairs breadth out of reach, yet seemingly significant in some way, yet hitherto unknown.
Species
Year of Birth
558 AR
121 Years old
Birthplace
Children
Sex
Female
Eyes
Deep penetrating playful yet intense eyes which change colour
Hair
A fiery explosion of unruly messy red curls
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Always changing
Height
5'5"
Aligned Organization