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Aeren the Scholar

I, am Aeren. I am at the age of 16 according to the years of man. I refer to myself as a scholar due to learning the stories of man.

I am a 5'11" pure blooded human. I have black hair with small blue eyes. My tan skin and a above average appearance in general makes me unique.

I see myself as one who follows seers way. I want to build a city state in name of my mother by first starting a trade in adventuring. I generally view alliances as advantageous.

Scholar Aeren

A Sentimental Value

The ring may seem to look like a normal steel one. In the inside the family crest is engraved. It will serve to remind me of home and prove my identity if needed. My mother had given it to me before going to eternal sleep that night. I do not know it origins but it seems important so I brought it with me.

Aeren the Scholar Post Play & MMORPG RPG Text

Advisor Description

Feid came up to me just as I entered town while he was still in his uniform in the morning. I knew I hadn't done anything wrong nor had offended anyone so I was wondering why he greeted me randomly. Still I replied to his greeting according to custom. When he explained his reasons, I was shocked I hadn't noticed anyone following. I think he will be useful connection to have in any case. Anyway I think I did well and came off as confident but not arrogant man.

Scholar Aeren

Deity of Aeren

The goddess is known to have ascended recently in god terms. Therefore she pays relatively more attention to mortal affairs than strictly required of a goddess of her throne and level. The goddess is accepting of all races and stature unless they are of malevolent nature. Her defining symbol is a pair of outstretched grey wings. Grey signifying her alignment of neutral and the wings defining her throne of freedom.

Scholar Aeren

Aeren the Scholar is raised. I, Aeren, have died but am alive again! How can mine failures leave me with my 1st death to carry me downward astounded in this destiny of fate? It is mine lack of pursuit.

Aeren the Scholar

The Beauty of Lady Fluke

You always greet with a smile
Never rushed nor abrupt
You always have time
Around you, you make people feel warm.
Your warmth and your charm
Your humble effect
You make the world feel like it's taking a deep breath

Beauty is strongest when it's true.