Aerski is a little below average height, at 5 foot one inch. She is muscularly built, with light skin that burns easily. Her hair reaches the high part of her back, and is strawberry blonde with tight curls. She has two big amber eyes. She has long lashes, and slightly thick eyebrows. Abused ever since she was small, she has the scars to prove it. She has a thin scar across her right eyebrow, and a new one on her lip. She also has a long scar on her thigh, a reminder of what could happen when her father was drunk with a knife...
Aerski is a friendly person, but lonely. She was never let out of the house, so she had no friends. She was normally a quiet girl, taking whatever came and dealing with it. But sometimes she was pushed too far and would fight back with three times the fury. She doesn't take guilt well, and people who know this sometimes use it to their advantage.
For many years, Aerski's dream was just to get away from her house- and her abusive father. Now that it has happened, she dreams of living on her own, finding friends, and maybe someday becoming a dragonrider, if it should happen.
Aerski never knew her mother- and her father probably didn't either. She showed up on his doorstep one day, a note attached that read, "This is your daughter. I cannot care for her. Please love her, for she is your flesh and blood. Her name is Aerski." The note was signed, but illegible. Her father, for a reason still unknown to her, decided to raise her. This probably was not the best thing for Aerski. She was abused ever since she showed up at his door- starved milk for hours, shrieking her head off and crying at the top of her lungs, alone in the house while her father was out. When she was old enough to walk, her father assumed that she would be able to care for herself. She nearly starved to death before he finally gave her a piece of bread and a slice of cheese. But he wasn't always so evil. Sometimes, he was very loving and would snuggle with her and read to her with his limited vocabulary. He would stroke her strawberry blond hair and tell her how much he loved her, and how one day they would move away together, and live like a King and Princess. But then he would change. When she was about four or fiver turns, his carelessness became true physical abuse. He would strike her, and grab her arms if she angered him, or sometimes for no reason at all. One time, the only time, he pulled a knife on her and sliced her thigh open, nearly to the bone. The pain then had been unbearable, and she had wished for death. But she did not die. Perhaps there was something else in store for her, later on...