Name: Oloriel Vanari
Race: Noldo Elf
Gender: Female
Age: 9,965 Years of age (mannish reckoning)
Height: 5'9''
Weight: Appears to weigh around 130 lbs.
Eye-color: Silver
Hair: Long thick strands of rich and vibrant gold is what her hair seems to be. Being a bright gold color and reaching the small of her back in length. Usually kept in a long thick braid, especially if working in a forge, or when fighting.
Build: Somewhat tall for a girl and slender, as is natuaral for her race. Her beautifull figure usually hidden by the gowns or traveler's garbs that she wears.
Appearance: Where as most Elves have a beauty beyond the reckoning of men, she is said to have a beauty beyond the reckoning of Elves. Her face holds the beauty of the Eldar in it. Her physical appearance is one of extreme beauty and grace, said to rival even the lady Galadriel's, if not best it. She is fair in voice also, her words beautiful to the ear. The clothes she wears are of Elvish make, a woman's traveler's garb of brown and green, complete with cloak, and then a fine silk gown made of white and light blue colors for formal affairs and special occasions.
Alignment: Good
Birthplace: None really, she awoke in Cuvienen with the rest of the Eldar.
Home: Lindon
Personality: Her personality tends to keep with her appearance, like a silent inner beauty that adds to her physical beauty. The one thing about herself that she cannot hide is her love for the beauty of crafts. In her opinion there is nothing more beautiful than a rose, and her one and most important goal, atleast it's the most important goal to her, is to match the beauty of a rose. She never mentions her past, and never talks about it if it is brought up by someone else. She tends to stay silent in unfamiliar souroundings, or with unfamiliar people, thus hiding her thoughts and emotions behind a beautiful face, and a beautiful smile. She loves to be admired for her appearance, but she tends to think poorly of herself, and always tries to come off as humble, even though she really is not. Her inner heart is rather cold, and can sometimes be cruel without warrant, but she tries to hide her cold heart as best she can by keeping silent.
Occupation: Craftswoman/Smith
Skills: Where as she might not be considered the wisest of the Eldar, she is certainly one of the most skilled in speech, making almost everything she says sound like pure wisdom, like the words coming out of her mouth were the products of age-long pondering. She is also extremely skilled in Smithcraft and metal working, having honed her skills throughout the ages.
Weapons: She has two scimitars that she crafted herself. One with a golden handle, and a gold rose on the hilt where the blade meets the handle, and with gold strands woven into the scabbard in an Elvish pattern and design. This scimitar she named 'Anarmacil' meaning 'Sun-sword.' The other has a silver covered handle, with a silver rose on the hilt in the same place, at the bottom of the hilt where the blade meets the handle, and with silver strands woven into the scabbard in the same Elvish pattern and design. This scimitar of silver she named 'Isilmacil' meaning 'Moon-sword.' Both swords have their names inscribed upon them along the top part of the blade, opposite the sharp edge.
Property/Possesions: None
Items/Equipment: Always to be found on her right ring finger, the ring 'Olya' that she crafted herself during the second age. She named it 'Olya' meaning 'Ring of Illusion.' This ring is quite unique in its design. Ontop of the silver band the jewel is a rose with a stem and two small leaves, the bud of the rose is crafted from rubies, and the two small leaf petals on either side of the stem, and the stem itself are crafted from dark green emralds, with the stem wrapping around the ring's silver band like a vine. To find the history and purpose of this ring, please see the history section. Other than her two scimitars, her ring, and her clothes, she carries a small bag that hands on her back, carrying a change of clothes, and some lembas for whenever she travels. Needless to say, she only uses the bag for when she travels.
History: Here follows the account of Oloriel Vanari of the Noldor.
She awoke on the shores of the water beyond Middle-earth with the rest of her kin, before the rising of the sun. After a time the Vala Orome found the Quendi and brought them through a long and hard journey to the blessed realm of Valinor. While she was there she met and was befriended by Aule, the smith of the Vala, and learned the arts of craft and smithing with the rest of her kindred, the Noldor. But always she had a particular love for the things of Aule's wife, Yavanna, and growing things she held dear. Specifically, and above all else, the rose, a flower with marvellous beauty, but large thorns. And though it was not gold or silver or marvelous in color she loved it anyway, for it's simplicity, and it's beauty. During these years under the teachings of Aule, she forged in secret the sword later named Anarmacil, a sharp sword with a golden laid handle, with the design of a rose carved at the end of the handle. A fully blooming rose made the hilt, and the stem wrapped around the handle until the hilt, with leaves coming here and there along it.
In Valinor she lived in peace for quite a while, but that was not destined to last, and the darkening of Valinor came without warning. It was then that she met her fellow smith Feanor, during his speech upon Tuna. And she resolved in her heart to follow him and the rest of the Noldor to Middle-earth and retake the Silmarils. Now during this time she was not as beautiful in appearance as she is now. Ever did she desire to be more beautiful than she was, to rival the beauty of a rose. Many indeed thought her fair, but she was not content with the appearance that was given her, and always sought for ways to increase her own beauty.
During the first age none of the Noldor will speak much for it was full of woe and sorrows. Oloriel stayed in the realm of Thingol during most of the first age, and there she met an Elf named Isilion, who was born during the moon's first rising. After the fall of Morgoth and the begining of the second age the two were greatly in love, but Oloriel would not marry him, for she wished to join most of her kindred in Eregion, but Isilond would not forsake his kin in the Havens, and so the two came to be seperated.
After coming to Eregion, Oloriel joined the Gwaith-i-mirdain the smith-guild led by Celebrimbor and Annatar. Quickly she learned the art of making rings and forged a ring of lesser power under the tutilage of those of the guild. She forged also a sword, which she made nearly identical to her own. The ring she named Fircor, a ring of silver bearing the head of a lion, with two eyes of rubies. For though it was a lesser ring she loved it as the handiwork of her own craft and greatly desired to it be magnified, and she was already greatly learned in the art of jewelcraft. When putting on the ring it is said that one of the Elven kind appeared veiled, as one of the aftercomers, the mortal second born. Far less fair they became, without the appearance of grace, but it was only the appearance that changed, and nothing else. It was unknown what would happen if a mortal were to bear the ring, for Oloriel never gave it to a mortal, but it was taken by Ithalion Macilidan of the gwaith-i-mirdain at it's destruction, and afterwards lost among the frozen North.
The sword that she then crafted she named Isilmacil, the sword of the moon, and it was nearly identical to her own, save that the handle was crafted of silver and not of gold. This sword, and her own, she gave to Isilion, taking a short leave of Eregion and traveling to the havens, they plighted their troth, and then she returned to the gwaith-i-mirdain. And then came the treason of Annatar, and Eregion was destroyed and Orcs descended upon the house of the jewel smiths. Oloriel first fled West, back towards the Havens, but she was overtaken, and without sword captured easily by the forces of Sauron. By orcs she was tortured and pained, burned and scarred, well beyond recognition, and she became fell and hideous to behold. She was long tortured for information on the locations of the three, but this she knew nothing of. And finally, chance came, and she escaped while the Orcs were leading her south, taking only a small pack of things that the orcs had taken from the house of the jewel smiths. Being hideous to behold she could not bring herself to flee completely west, and so she turned to the south, to Minhiriath, and came to the forest of Eryn Vorn.
She herself could not then stand to look at her own reflection for more than a few moments. She was indeed hideous with burns and scars upon her once beautiful face, no unhealable. And her arms and body held many painful marks given to her by many acts and tools of torture from the foul Orcs. Which she will forever harbor hatred towards the Orcs for, and is more vicious in battle with them than even the most formidable warriors.
Thus she came south to the forest of Eryn Vorn, and lived in secret. There with the tools of the mirdain and the knowledge she had aquired she crafted a forge, and a furnace, and began a long task of craftsmanship. Creating a mastercraft, that she might not create something of equal power ever again. She crafted a ring, and into this ring she bent all of her skill, power, and thought, weaving a spell of her own design. For nearly an age she crafted it delicately, and in finishing it she set it upon her finger, and it's goal was acheived. She became more fair and beautiful than any of the Eldar, looking indeed as if she was one of the Valar. But this was an illusion, and no more, so she named the ring 'Olya.' But immeadately she was aware of the will of Sauron and his ring, and took the ring from her finger. Thus she did not leave the forest for some time, unable to wear the ring. But then the shadow passed, and it did not return, and she set the ring upon her finger, and the will of Sauron was gone, and so she vowed never to remove it, for she had come to fear and hate her true appearance.
It was after the fall of Saruon, although she did not know it, that she ventured again into the world, and came to the Havens. There she met Isilion's sister once more and learned that Isilion and all others that had known her had thought her dead. And thus Isilion, truly a man of peace at heart, but enraged at the loss of his love, had gone to Mordor with the armies of Gil-galad in the last alliance. And it was wondered how her appearance had changes so, but never did she explain it. So she waited for Isilion's return, but it did not come. Instead his brother came, bearing two swords which Oloriel recognized too well. These swords Isilion had born and weilded in Mordor, and slew many, but he himself was slain in the end, and the weeping of Oloriel was as the rain that covered all the sky, unending for many a day.
After she had mourned her heart grew cold, and she grew angry within. She took the two swords, Isilmacil, and Anarmacil, which she had crafted and Isilion had born to Mordor. But she weilds only one of them, and will not draw Isilmacil save in great need, and then it as if all her rage and sorrow is awakened, and fell and powerful does she become in battle. Indeed she fears not death, in fact she fears nothing, save only her reflection in water for the illusion that is cast by the ring Olya is not shown in water, and her true appearance is reflected. Thus she fears water, and will not cross the sea. But she has stayed in Lindon until now, never really going beyond it, until she grew weary, and has begun to yearn for other lands. So she travels now, walking from place to place, alone, and uncaring for the most part. But perhaps one day she will sail from this place with the rest of her kindred, though that day seems all to close for her comfort.
