May the wind be ever at your back!
Description: One might think Mindra were Faenor at first glance, eyes the color of the sun glinting on fresh ice and hair pale like snow; if it weren't for her sailor's sway and the tattoo on her sternum that marks her an adult of the Aeran kinship, she might fit in well with them. She's only middling height, reedy and thin with muscles meant for life on the sea rather than hard labor or delicate ladyship. Her silver-blonde hair is often worn loose, with only the pieces around her face and neck braided to keep them out of the way, and though she's quick to smile, her eyes never stray far from serious.
Personality: Few throw caution to the window like Mindra Marindur, who seems to have the sole purpose of ferreting out far-away crevices in Aarandor where no one else has yet traipsed. In her young age, she has yet to understand temperance or true safety, doing only so much to ensure the sanctity of her ship or crew. She's a boisterous personality full of mirth and cunning, quick to smile and slow to hold a grudge.
Background: Mindra was not young enough when the Host ravaged Larandor to be able to forget, a child born twenty years before the Mortal Strife to a woman named Kylice and a father that had perished from mortality. She was a merry child who enjoyed the company of the other races' children, one who often got into trouble; inquisitive, searching, Mindra possessed an unending curiosity, and a flagrance of caution that her friends often balked at. She would swim down into the depths of the oceans, hunt for caves along the coast, and loved to sunbathe on the deck of the ships the Aeran are so attuned to.
When the Host came, her spark diminished. The migration from Larandor to Aarandor, leaving the friends she had made behind, crushed the young elf, not yet fully beyond her youth. She passed into adulthood on the ships that led to the new world, and mourned with her kin for the loss of their mortal allies.
The time that has passed since their arrival in Thelos, and their creation of their homes in Lorawin, has done what it can to return Mindra to a sense of her former self, full of energy. This new world has brough adventure to her, and with her desire to ferret out new places, she has taken it upon herself to be the mapmaker of the Marindur, both for sea and for earth.