Oriole was raised by her mother, Robin Haige, on the road. Life as the daughter of an archeologist made her curious, eccentric, and independent. Robin managed her daughter’s education and upbringing the same way she handled her career: with professionalism and passion. Oriole grew up in a wagon, playing with children from all corners of Arethil, and climbing ancient structures built in ages long gone. She learned not only from her mother, but her colleagues, who taught her everything from mathematics and grammar to theory and astronomy.

It was only natural that she would pursue life as an academic. She was accepted into the College of Elbion and thus began a century of being a burr in the Foard’s hair. She studied for seventeen years before being approved to the Foard of Maesters for her research in phosphoromancy. At that time she also became a professor, teaching introductory healing and advanced phosphoromancy.

In the first fifty years of her life, being a half-elf had not been so bad. After all, children were meant to bury their parents and her mother had lived a long, adventurous life. During her tenure with the College, however, she settled down with a partner and raised a daughter. The march of time continued for her husband and child, but never for her, putting her longevity into painful perspective. There was no set rule on how long half-elves lived, only guesses. She lost her husband and her daughter. She was a grandmother, then a great-grandmother, then a great-great-grandmother.

Bored, sad, and restless, decided it was time for a change of scenery. After more than 200 years with the college, Oriole resigned from her position. She took up the same transient life once more and has since wandered where the whim takes her. Occasionally she has gone where the excitement is, using her healing to aid those caught in unfortunate times.