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Description

Name:
Muleth Harnel "Nel"

Gender:
Female

Age:
197 (Apprearence; mid/late 20's)

Birthday:
February 7th, Aquarius

Pokémon:
#359 Absol (Mega)



Type:
Dark

Ability:
Pressure

Race:
Elf

House:
Alloyet

Job:
Master Rogue

Rank:
General

Weapon:
Double Blades (No set pair, as long as she has something in hand you want to be wary)

Moves:
- Pursuit
- Swords Dance
- Night Slash
- Detect
- Psycho Cut
- Quick Attack

Classes:
  Monster Study
  Infiltration and Thievery

Bio:
Her name was Muleth, an old elven name she gave to her 'Masters' which literally translated to 'slave', for that is all she was, and her hopes and light had shattered years prior before being sold through to more greedy hands. Hands that on rare occasions could be kind or gentle, yet there was always a distance between those kind hands and words. The rest, they were not so kind nor gentle.

But this was the life of an Elf, the life of a slave and she did not curse her fate, she did not reach out for help. She accepted it as her life, because she knew no other way. She vaguely recalls a memory of someone asking "Why doesn't she run away or fight back?", at the time, the younger Muleth just blinked as if they were asking her to change the sun to the moon. It was just not done, nor something she even considered doable.

Alas, and Elf's life is long, so she easily was passed around for nearly the first 100 or so years of her life. Although she never fought back, was not loud or spoke up out of turn, she did at least gain things. Sometimes little possessions as a mercy on her work, for she did what she was told, or that she took her beatings and 'care' without much fuss. Yet, through all the jobs and acts, she slowly learnt how to look after her body, how to train it to be strong enough to do what was required of her, to be able to run in 'chasing games', a few kind Master's even helped her learn self-defence and fighting techniques.

But the Master she adored, was the one that taught her the art of swordsmanship. One of those handfuls of kind merciful Master's who didn't completely exploit her being, and always loved to spar and so he had ended up teaching the quiet Elf on a whim, finding her adaptable, nimble and she could learn fairly well when it came to physical training, even if she did not smile nor ask for much like he wanted her to. But every Master vanishes at some point for many of reasons, albeit it this one was one she fought to save, but in the end her Master had chased her out once she was wounded. For the first time she felt loss and hurt and genuine betrayal which showed her how comfy she'd become in the home. A time later, she realised the only real thing was loss, for she wasn't betrayed, and the hurt was just the emptiness of what she had no longer.

That's when she stopped being a slave, she ran. She knew how to survive now unlike all those years prior when asked why she didn't leave. She gave herself a new name, Harnel, a name that meant wounded, appropriate for the scar adorning her face and for the first real wound in her heart, but she wore the name with pride for it was the connection to the first resolve she found, the first selfish act she'd really made. She had many scars on her body, but this one was hers and hers alone.

- - -

Years later, she'd made a name for herself as a sellsword, she could earn to get by on either small jobs or ones that paid large sums, but she did not accept all. She wouldn't do just any job for she could make that choice now, and she was not one for harming an innocent or killing. Yet, there was rumor of a school, a place for elves and races alike to work towards protecting the people, and.. She found that this is what she could do in turn for that single Master's kindness, and so ventured, proved herself and made herself a place in the PokeCitia Academy.

Personality:
More on the quieter side and seems to not be aware of her surroundings (don't be fooled).
She'll work hard on anything she's agreed to do, and seems cold and standoffish at times, she doesn't mind though.

Additional Info:
- Light sleeper.
- Can make and mend clothes.
- Has a fondness of sweets.
- Refuses to drink alcohol.

Description

Name:
Muleth Harnel "Nel"

Gender:
Female

Age:
197 (Apprearence; mid/late 20's)

Birthday:
February 7th, Aquarius

Pokémon:
#359 Absol (Mega)



Type:
Dark

Ability:
Pressure

Race:
Elf

House:
Alloyet

Job:
Master Rogue

Rank:
General

Weapon:
Double Blades (No set pair, as long as she has something in hand you want to be wary)

Moves:
- Pursuit
- Swords Dance
- Night Slash
- Detect
- Psycho Cut
- Quick Attack

Classes:
  Monster Study
  Infiltration and Thievery

Bio:
Her name was Muleth, an old elven name she gave to her 'Masters' which literally translated to 'slave', for that is all she was, and her hopes and light had shattered years prior before being sold through to more greedy hands. Hands that on rare occasions could be kind or gentle, yet there was always a distance between those kind hands and words. The rest, they were not so kind nor gentle.

But this was the life of an Elf, the life of a slave and she did not curse her fate, she did not reach out for help. She accepted it as her life, because she knew no other way. She vaguely recalls a memory of someone asking "Why doesn't she run away or fight back?", at the time, the younger Muleth just blinked as if they were asking her to change the sun to the moon. It was just not done, nor something she even considered doable.

Alas, and Elf's life is long, so she easily was passed around for nearly the first 100 or so years of her life. Although she never fought back, was not loud or spoke up out of turn, she did at least gain things. Sometimes little possessions as a mercy on her work, for she did what she was told, or that she took her beatings and 'care' without much fuss. Yet, through all the jobs and acts, she slowly learnt how to look after her body, how to train it to be strong enough to do what was required of her, to be able to run in 'chasing games', a few kind Master's even helped her learn self-defence and fighting techniques.

But the Master she adored, was the one that taught her the art of swordsmanship. One of those handfuls of kind merciful Master's who didn't completely exploit her being, and always loved to spar and so he had ended up teaching the quiet Elf on a whim, finding her adaptable, nimble and she could learn fairly well when it came to physical training, even if she did not smile nor ask for much like he wanted her to. But every Master vanishes at some point for many of reasons, albeit it this one was one she fought to save, but in the end her Master had chased her out once she was wounded. For the first time she felt loss and hurt and genuine betrayal which showed her how comfy she'd become in the home. A time later, she realised the only real thing was loss, for she wasn't betrayed, and the hurt was just the emptiness of what she had no longer.

That's when she stopped being a slave, she ran. She knew how to survive now unlike all those years prior when asked why she didn't leave. She gave herself a new name, Harnel, a name that meant wounded, appropriate for the scar adorning her face and for the first real wound in her heart, but she wore the name with pride for it was the connection to the first resolve she found, the first selfish act she'd really made. She had many scars on her body, but this one was hers and hers alone.

- - -

Years later, she'd made a name for herself as a sellsword, she could earn to get by on either small jobs or ones that paid large sums, but she did not accept all. She wouldn't do just any job for she could make that choice now, and she was not one for harming an innocent or killing. Yet, there was rumor of a school, a place for elves and races alike to work towards protecting the people, and.. She found that this is what she could do in turn for that single Master's kindness, and so ventured, proved herself and made herself a place in the PokeCitia Academy.

Personality:
More on the quieter side and seems to not be aware of her surroundings (don't be fooled).
She'll work hard on anything she's agreed to do, and seems cold and standoffish at times, she doesn't mind though.

Additional Info:
- Light sleeper.
- Can make and mend clothes.
- Has a fondness of sweets.
- Refuses to drink alcohol.