Knives and magic are much the same. A tool, primarily. Weapons, effectively.
Description: Her heart-shaped face wears a pair of tired, deep green eyes, a button nose, and red lips. Though her eyes are tired and wear dark circles, all other gestures and expressions point to vigor, including a look of intensity about her, to whoever she gazes upon. She is short, in a word, at 5'8", with a soft build, no doubt the result of a scholarly lack of excercise. Her hair reaches down just below her shoulders, a fair copper-red color.
Personality: Her voice and lips both convey a sense of confidence in her presence, a smile and a commanding-yet-gentle tone follows her everywhere. Formal, yet never to a fault, Ainsley avoids rigidity in her dealings with others at all times.
Background: Born shortly after the voyage to Lorawin, Ainsley was a child in a time of chaos, peace, strife, and harmony. The city of Khelgar became her home, as it did for all under the Faenor kinship, and her family kept her indoors to study, learn, and understand the works of the deities and the nature of magic. Her early years were fully of warm stone rooms filled with scrolls and tomes, of learning the fineries of language, and of endless drilling on the purity of heart that all Faenor strive to achieve.
Her childhood was a rare one, and many saw it as sheltered. She did not learn to hunt, like so many others, and she was often sickly due to the soft nature of her upbringing. Though it was rare she left to see the outside world, when she did, her experience was steeped with a deep appreciation of nature and the world as it was created. She had never seen the old world, a fact she deeply regrets. The old lands are something she astutely studies, any scrap of information she can learn of that place is readily consumed by her curious nature.