Aurelia Thyne wanders into Stonegate on her favorite pony Piddledorr on the late afternoon of a sunny summers day. She is small slender elven girl of 17 when she first came to Stonegate. She has tangles of dark auburn hair that she never bothers to brush, unless she feels like it. Her amber eyes shine wickedly, and she can never seem to hold back a cackle.

She's been rambling the roads, exploring the realm she was born into for a very long time. Well, for such a young elf, anyhow.

She looks around with wide eyes. She is not one prone to naive wonder, but this place is different. The press of people, a plethora of aromas good and bad. Hustle and bustle and an odd air of menace. So different from the tree shaded walkways of Kisah, with the peaceful rustle of leaves accompanying the song like language of the elves.

She grew up there, happily, with both her parents, Aurcela, her mother and Lianval, her father, showering her and her siblings with all the love any elven girl would need.

But the little redhead was fated to grow up restless. And being strong willed and temperamental, her parents protests fell on deaf pointed ears. Her skills at magic could better be honed on travel and experience, then in cloistered study, she told them. The young mage kissed her mother and father's cheek, she took the gold they pressed into her hand, and with a wave, headed on the road to what she hoped would be adventure.