꧁ Aeralon Lothaire ꧂ “Trust is a currency I do not spend.”   Name: Aeralon  Age: 45 Race: Arsa Sidhe Culture: Valkian-influenced however he has no real attachment to it. Sexuality: Bisexual Appearance:  Aeralon Lothaire is a striking Arsa Sidhe with an effortlessly aristocratic bearing. Tall and finely built, he carries himself with the relaxed precision of someone who has spent a lifetime mastering posture and presentation. His skin is a warm, sun-touched tone, unusual for many of his kind, making the sharp lines of his face stand out all the more: high cheekbones, a strong jaw, and a perpetually assessing gaze. His hair is a cascade of silvery white waves, worn long and loose, framing his features in a way that seems deliberately, artfully unkempt. Strands often fall across his face, catching the light like threads of frost. His ears, elegantly pointed, peek through the curls. Aeralon’s eyes are a deep golden-amber, sharp and attentive, with an expression that rarely betrays his thoughts. When he studies someone, it feels like he is measuring them — weighing their value, their secrets, their weaknesses. He favors refined clothing with a touch of flourish: embroidered sleeves in deep teal and rust-red, a fitted dark vest with detailed trim, and a single flower tucked at his collar — a merchant’s quiet advertisement of his trade. His hands are long-fingered and precise, the hands of both a botanist and a duelist; elegant, but capable of swift violence.Overall, Aeralon looks like someone carved from grace and calculation, beautiful in the way a blade is, and just as dangerous. Personality:  Aeralon Lothaire is the embodiment of polished ambition: elegant in manner, calm in voice, and calculating in every thought. He presents himself with disarming refinement, but beneath the silk-smooth courtesy lies a deeply self-serving mind. Aeralon views the world in terms of leverage; people as assets, conversations as negotiations, and beauty as a currency to be traded. He forms no genuine attachments, offering warmth only when it benefits him, and withdrawing it just as quickly when it does not. He thrives in control, preferring precision over passion, charm over honesty. Insults rarely fluster him; he simply files them away for later use. He is observant, patient, and razor-focused on the restoration of his family name, pursuing wealth and influence with quiet, relentless determination. Though outwardly composed, Aeralon possesses an iron-hard pride common to the Arsa Sidhe, and a ruthlessness he keeps wrapped in rich, luxurious velvet. In all things, he acts with intention, never wasteful, never impulsive, always aligning each step toward personal elevation. Aeralon is not cruel for sport, nor kind by nature; he is simply efficient, and in his world, efficiency is survival. To speak with him is to feel both welcomed and weighed as though he is deciding whether you are an opportunity… or irrelevant.   Story Aeralon Lothaire was born into the remnants of a once-distinguished Arsa Sidhe artisan lineage, a family whose prestige was shattered long before his birth. The Collapse left the Lothaires stripped of influence, wealth, and any illusions of grandeur. While other Arsa Sidhe settled comfortably into new cultural enclaves, Aeralon’s kin were left with scraps: small gardens, minor trade contacts, and debts to Valkian guilds who had little patience for fading elven pride. His parents were competent herbalists and duelists in their own right, but they lacked ambition. They clung to traditions, to old stories of Aedall purity and Arsa Sidhe refinement. Stories Aeralon quickly learned were useless in a world shaped by Humans and gold. When his parents vanished during a trade voyage struck by political violence between Valkians and Sanguifleurians, Aeralon mourned. Their disappearance left him with nothing but debt, a ruined estate, and a tarnished surname that invited pity more than respect. So he rebuilt himself. The Making of a Merchant of Advantage Aeralon began with small work: guarding caravans, harvesting rare flowers from dangerous biomes, conducting private duels for coin. He realized quickly that rare flora were more than curiosities, they were leverage. With the right petals, powders, and tinctures, he could command the attention of scholars, mages, nobles, and criminals alike. Where his mother saw beauty, Aeralon saw profit margins. Where his father saw honor in the blade, he saw a bargaining chip. By the time he reached his 20th year, he had earned a reputation:A charming, elegant merchant with impeccable manners, and absolutely no loyalty to anyone but himself. Why the Spire? The Great Disappearance of the Aedall left behind a vacuum of mystery and opportunity. Explorers, scholars, treasure-seekers, all hungry for answers, clues, relics. And where there is hunger, there is wealth. The Southern Reach is a frontier ripe for exploitation: unclaimed land, abandoned settlements, flora unseen in centuries. The Spire is the crown jewel. Aeralon does not seek to unveil its secrets for posterity or sentiment. He seeks whatever rare botanical assets, historical artifacts, and monopolizable curios he can extract from it, legally or otherwise. A shop near the Spire is not a memorial.It is a strategic foothold. A brand.A base of influence.A chance to elevate the Lothaire name from obscurity into whispered respect. If the Aedall vanished, so be it, he plans to thrive on what they left behind.   Relations Serimei: Intrigued, use still to be determined. Igor: Use identified as inventor/blacksmith, eccentric, but I can work with eccentric.  

Hi hi Merry, So for his Mother's age I'm thinking 90 something, but his family line would have come from around the time of the collapse, telling stories and such, but his mother remembering the Aedall and possibly romanticising them a bit too much to tell you the truth. So he heard epics from before the Collapse, his grandparents and such spinning epics and legends his young mind probably found fascinating at the time. The 3rd-person perspective will definitely take some time getting used to, but I'm sure I'll get it eventually, thank you for letting me know of that. I appreciate you taking the time to have a look at my character application!

    OOC Minecraft Username: LynnAbrWyrda Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes, I was born in 2000 Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes(Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: Through a friend and through PMC(Max. 1) Were you referred by someone? If so, please provide their in-game username: No (Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): Hello hello, I am a 25 (going on 26) year old living in Ireland. I work in the sector of caring for kids in care who can't be with their families for one reason or another. I work shifts so my activity might be a bit unpredictable but I look forward to RPing again after a hiatus of 2 years. Enough of my professional life, I also run a DnD game as a DM for some of my colleagues and friends, and I host a book club as well. I love to draw my characters, and build on MC in my free time, I also have a doggo named Jazzy or in full "Jasmine Winter Waffles". I'm quite the creative type, even crotcheting when the urge strikes me. It is one of my goals to start horse riding again and fencing again, as I used to be in the top 20 Women's fencers in South Africa back in 2018 (I think..). As for my personality, I'd call myself quirky, open-minded, easy-going, and a bit of a limited edition! I can be silly and quiet simultaneously. Thats it for now, I look forward to meeting everyone! — In-Character Read the following prompt: The rhythmic lull of hoofbeats are a marching drum to the small group of pioneers and variety of folk you have found yourself amongst, packed into a wobbling wagon. The rolling plains of the Southern Reach and a clear sky stretch out all around you, the buzz of excited chatter a dull wash in your ears as your mind strays to your former life and what has led you here to new lands. “Nervous?” You blink, returning to the present moment. A kindly older woman sat near you is smiling warmly with a crinkle to her eyes. “I can tell it’s your first time. Still remember mine,” she flashes a grin and leans in. “Tell me my dear, why have you come to the Reach?” How do you respond (in character)? (250 word minimum - please make sure to include at least three references to our lore in your response, with two coming from different pages in the Compendium.  Two of the three selected should also be in-depth, avoid simply name-dropping lore terms. Tie the terms into your character's backstory. Why are they important to them?) The elderly woman’s question lingers in the cool air, and for a moment I simply watch the plains drifting endlessly beyond the canvas flap. The Reach is beautiful in its vastness; empty, quiet, holding its secrets in the mists beyond the early morning horizon. “I would not call it nervousness,” I answer softly, folding my hands in my lap. “Merely… a weight. Old memories that travel with more difficulty than oversized luggage.” I offer her a small, polite smile before continuing. “My family are Arsa Sidhe, though not the kind spoken of in old epics. The Collapse ensured that much. My ancestors once tended gardens for the high houses, but when the Nua Sidhe rose and the citadels burned, we fled eastward with little more than seed pouches. The world that had shaped us crumbled in the space of a year, and those who survived carried their history like ash. My mother used to say the old blossoms never grew quite the same after that.” I breathe in, steady. Then out again, seeing it curl in the wintery chill. “She believed the Aedall kept something alive that the rest of us lost. Not merely their isolation, but the why of it. When The Great Disappearance swallowed their villages whole, she felt it was not death. Rather… transition. A step through a door the rest of us could not see. She spent her life studying the flowers said to originate from their groves.” My gaze drifts toward the horizon again. “Years later, when she and my father vanished on a trade voyage, one involving Valkian contracts entangled with Sanguifleur’s troubled politics I searched for any trace of what she had been chasing. Only to find my interests do not lie in the same path as hers did.” My voice softens to a near-whisper. “And so I decided my luck and fortunes lays beyond the Valkian coasts. To the Reach. To the Spire.” I finally look back at the woman, meeting her eyes with a grin. “So why have I come? To begin a new. To seek a fortune and restore my family name to its full glory. And perhaps, if the fates permit… to learn where my family’s path truly ends.” — Character Name: Aeralon Lothaire Character Race: Arsa Sidhe Character Age: 45  Brief Physical Description:  Aeralon Lothaire is a striking Arsa Sidhe with an effortlessly aristocratic bearing. Tall and finely built, he carries himself with the relaxed precision of someone who has spent a lifetime mastering posture and presentation. His skin is a warm, sun-touched tone making the sharp lines of his face stand out all the more: high cheekbones, a strong jaw, and a perpetually assessing gaze. His hair is a cascade of silvery white waves, worn long and loose, framing his features in a way that seems deliberately, artfully unkempt. Strands often fall across his face, catching the light like threads of frost. His ears, elegantly pointed, peek through the curls. Aeralon’s eyes are a deep golden-amber, sharp and attentive, with an expression that rarely betrays his thoughts. When he studies someone, it feels like he is measuring them, weighing their value, their secrets, their weaknesses. He favors refined clothing with a touch of flourish: embroidered sleeves in deep teal and rust-red, a fitted dark vest with detailed trim, and a single flower tucked at his collar, a merchant’s quiet advertisement of his trade. His hands are long-fingered and precise, the hands of both a botanist and a duelist; elegant, but capable of swift violence. Overall, Aeralon looks like someone carved from grace and calculation, beautiful in the way a blade is beautiful, and just as dangerous. Image of Skin and Figura Model: