Name: Silariel

Soulname: Zeh

Sex: Female

Age: 10,000+

Race: Elf

Tribe: SkyHaven

Position: Elder

Lifemate: Etnamael

Lovemate: Only ever Etnamael

Children: Nelias, Emrain, Aleonra and Enyiel

Recognized: Etnamael

Soul-siblings: None

Father: Sonyer, A world-born elf

Mother: A High One

Brothers: ?

Sisters: ?

Magic:

Sending: strong enough to be totally taken for granted and therefore never really developed to it's fullest.

Levitation: weak, by Skyhaven standard. Strong by anyone else's standards.

Healing: Silariel a very strong and bored healer. For entertainment, she desects things and puts them back together. Oh, quite painlessly, of couse. Causing pain is no challenge, and therefore has no entertainment value.

Flesh-shaping: Silariel has a small, well-kept menagerie of animal, which unless they're new arrivals, don't resemble anything on the planet. She occationally genetically engineers a new species and introduces it (never anything very unnatural).

Anti-healing: Silariel is a weak anti-healer. With very rare exceptions, she only uses this to put down the creatures in the menagerie as mercifully as possible: she blocks their sense of pain and induces a brain hemorage.

Various kinds of object-shaping: (Hey, Winnie said it was all the same... and if she can flesh-shape, this is not that much more.) not strong. She can shape bone, antler, claw, shell, teeth, feather, hide/fur/leather (how she tans), wood (weakly) and stone (very weakly). The further from "alive" it is (meaning stone, not dead) the harder it is for her to shape. She uses this skill to make objects and ornaments.

Mundane Skills:

Barest survival skills: From before. It was not an easy time...

Tanner: used to use the brain or urine method. Also from before.

Chemist: in a self-taught kind of way.

Naturalist: Silariel has studied the world, and made various obsevations.

Elf Lore: not just Skyhaven, but a "morbid" interest in others who might be surviving down there in the world.

Crafter: Her hands are almost always busy. She uses a combination of her mundain skills and her magic or fashion a variety of things.

Build: Light but voluptuous

Complexion: Pale, but sometime varies

Eyes: Varies, altered to go with the outfit

Hair: Varies, altered to go with the outfit

Height: 6'

Noticeable Features: She would only have them if they looked good with the outfit.

Clothing:

Always cold--She wears tight-fitted dark body-suits with shear robes. She favors dark green, almost black, for the body-suit. It is also without any decoration.The over-robe is almost always transparent, and its often ornantly embroidered around the bottom. For formal occations, she like long, multi-layered silk gowns, with tight-fitting arms, high-neck and tight-fitting bodices.

Artifacts: She possesses a small tear-drop pendent shaped from palace-crystal, originally meant for her son, Emrain.

History:

Silariel was born early in their time in the world. Her mother was a high one, her father first-born. They had little in common and he had left before she was born. Her mother was often too star-sick to function, Silariel was often neglected. There was little food or comfort and the cold seemed to seep into her fingers and stay there even though the short summers. Her first healing was of frostbite.

Silariel grew up quickly. She was no hunter, but strived to always be useful, turning her then-weak healing to tanning, which became her specialty in her fledgling tribe. When she was only 19, she and Etnamael Recognised and lifemated. They had a son, Nelias. Nelias, far more suited for the world than his parents, grew up to be a good hunter and leader, often taking hunting parties away for moondances, to return ladened with meat and hides. He, like many of the younger elves, wished to move to better hunting grounds.

Not long after Nelias was grown, Emrain came along. He was for more like his parents, but he idolized his older brother, the capable provider. Though Emrain was a healer and Etnamael sensed he would be a storyteller, like himself, Emrain wanted to be a hunter. While Emrain was still young, Nelias took him on a hunting expedition without their parent's permission. It was only on short trip, and Emrain wasn't hurt, but Silariel was so beside herself with anger that she nearly killed Nelias, who for the first time reolised how dangerous his mother's healing could be. Silariel never spoke to Nelias agian, and never excepted his appology. The world had forced her to be harder than what she was by nature, she couldn't rage agianst the world, but she could certainly hold a grudge against her oldest for trying to make her baby a hunter!

Some time after Emrain was grown, Silariel and Etnamael had a daughter, Aleonra. Aleonra filled her parents with dread: neither of them foresaw much chance of her surviving. She was sweet and lively, but flighty and very impractical. As she grew up, she seemed unable to understand WHY her mother would spend her days gathering food and tanning hides rather than singing and dancing. Finally when she was 15, and no more practical then when she was 5, Etnamael turned her over to Nelias, to toughen her up. While away on the hunting trip, she was nearly killed, but was healed by Emrain (who had began going along for just such emergencies). As a result of her accident, Aleonra's bonding magic awoke and she stopped her brother from killing an elk and forced her other brother to heal it. The hunting party returned with Aleonra's stag, Tailflicker, carring her and a load of meat. Ever to oppertunist,

Nelias began working with his sister to teach his hunters how to elk-bond. Aleonra adored her new position of elk-handler and blossomed. Around that time, Jylekk and his band of firstborn returned with the palace-crystal and returning to the skies became an option. Silariel and Etnamael didn't need to even think about it. Neither did Nelias, he and many of this younger hunters saw it as a foolish and dangerous dream, that would just leave them falling to ground again. They prepared to leave, rather then be underneigh this "false-palace" when it fell. Aleonra was among those who chose to stay on the ground. That didn't surprise her parents, though they mourned for her already. The true shock for them was that Emrain choose to go with his brother and sister. Silariel snuck a small peice of the palace-crystal and shaped it into a tear-drop which she gave to him when they left, so that she would be able to sense them.

That was a long and teary night, but when Silariel awoke, the tear-drop was around her own neck. Emrain had snuck in and returned it to her. She was heartbroken, without any way to find her children and feeling rejected by her favorite. In fact, Emrain had returned it to her when he'd been told what it was--he hadn't reolised it was palace-crystal--because he had no faith in the crystals ability to keep the "false-palace" up there and every little bit that might help to slow his parents expected uncontrolled decent he wanted in place.

Silariel and Etnamael missed there children deeply, and mourned most of the early years of Skyhaven. Slowly they recovered and blossomed, as they never could have on the planet (well, at least not in the Frozen Mountians). After a millienia or so, they had had another son, Enyiel.

Silariel and Etnamael indulged themselves in their new-found freedom, exploring their magic and anything that interested them. Millenia passed before they began to become bored. Silariel began keeping a small menagerie for study and genetic research. She also had built an observatory from with she watchs the planet, the movement of the humans and once or twice has spotted what might have been elfin tribes. She dreams of reunion with her long-lost children, but knows how unlikely it is that they survived. She feels certin they at least had children, or children's children, who have survived.

Personality:

Comfort-loving, self-indulgent and with a quirky sense of humor.

Not really cold, but can behave with business-like briskness when she has to.

Silariel longs for her long-lost children and entertains dreams of locating them, but she remembers the world as far too uncomfortable to actually return to to look for them. She feels guilty for never having excepted Nelias' appology.