"Greetings. My name is Aramil Thaimond, also known as Miles. When the shit hit the fan in my hometown and those beastie insect spirits started ripping the place to shreds, I skipped out to see what Elves were supposed to be like. I found Tir Na Nog to be a great place. Wine, women, swords, fighting and of course magic. But a young runner like myself can avoid life for only so long. So I headed out to Seattle after an eventful farewell party (I'll have to tell you about it sometime). But not without new knowledge and rockin' gifts. First of all, my sword, given to me by my patron lady as a symbol of the lifestyle they are creating in the mystic isles. She said it would be recognized by anyone who knew what was what. Secondly, my rings, one diamond like the stars in the sky and one emerald like the heart of my lady. The magus taught me how to sustain my spells in them so those fraggers and their stupid cyberware wouldn't always have the upper-hand. Last, but not least, the silver bracer's designed to maintain the mystic armor so dear to anyone using magic. Now it's back to running the shadows for me. Take care and watch out for the small guy, he's more dangerous than he looks."
