Tindrilmathiel ay’Manshima

[Dreamchild]

Full Name : Tindrilmathiel ay’Manshima
Nationality : Tairen/Atha'an Miere
Age : Little into her twenties
Hair colour : Night black
Eyes : Large and liquid, almond-shaped and golden, like a newly struck coin.
Height : 5'10''
Other noteworthy traits : If you look away from the golden eyes, there is still something animalistic about her, in the way she moves and carry herself. She has a scattering of freckles over her nose and she is well-muscled. The wolves call her, Seeks-the-Storm or Storm cub.

Family
Mother : Alysane, Tairen
Father : Damon, Atha'an Miere
Brother/Sisters/Half Siblings : With the oldest first; Calem, Meliana, Gannon, Jaime, Serena and Lorissa


Relationships of note outside of her family :
Tailus Demera, Domani, former mercenary captain and her step father

Social status : Nothing to speak of.

Vocation\Occupation: Was hunting for the Horn of Valere, till she heard about The Stone falling and now she trying to learn more about this “Dragon”. She takes any odd job she can get, but most of her work is escorting caravans along the coast and around Andor.

Flaws : She is loud, speaking her mind and can act very territorial at times. Through the real problem are still her eyes, people mistrust her for those. Tin is a very social being, thriving in the company of others and despite better judgment, she often overlook the flaws in others.
Strenghts : She thinks on her feet and is a survivor at heart, going after the things she want in life and makes no apologize for it.

Her past. Tin grew up in the shadow of the Stone, and close enough to the docks that one could barely toss a stone without hitting water, as her mother put it. Alysane is the proud owner of the fine establishment, the rusty nail, not a fine grand inn like the Dancing Bear, but a solid place none the less. The men in her life came and went, little is known about Tin’s father and Alysane never spoke much of him. The closest she and her older siblings had to a father was Tailus Demera, a mercenary captain whom like many others fawned over her mother, Tin never liked him much and it was a bitter pill to shallow the day he hung up his sword, to stay with them. Even thought they were not all his children, he teaches them how to defend themselves, what to look for in a good horse and when to give up. As a teenager Tin had a lot of fights with Tailus and one evening it came to a head, when he broke her arm. Tin was sure her mother would send him away after that, but when she recovered, it was her Alysane gave a saddlebag and coin. Tear was still her home and she knew it well, after she had found a place to stay she took jobs at the docks, hauling cargo and gutting fish, while dreaming of something bigger. It came with the Hunt for the Horn, she and a few others celebrated all night, drinking and talking about their plans, but dawn came too soon and it was midday, when Tin woke to realize that she had missed the ceremony completely, disappointed with herself she found a horse and began her journey North. Sleeping under the night sky, listening to the howls of wolfs their voices and whispers in the wind. They became her companions during the lonely travels between towns, it scared her at first, but feeling soon shrunk into a tiny ball of frustration and worry, as her once emerald green eyes became more like shining gold. It was a new twist in the pattern lead her away from the wilderness, it had been weeks since she had seen anyone else, when she met the peddler on the road, he was wary of her, but they shared a meal and news from their travels and what news it was. The Stone of Tear had fallen, Aiel had been spotted in the city and a man, calling himself the Dragon Reborn, some said he was in Caemlyn now gathering his forces. The next day Tin took off for Caemlyn and new adventures…