Arila has a temper, much like others of her race. The difference is her trouble with being respectful. If something doesn't sit right with her, or she doesn't like something, she will express her feelings to anyone, no matter the person. She does not like being talked down to, which gives her a problem with higher authority. The Tavina and Tavinar have given her warnings of her misbehavior, but whether she tries to listen or not she is always back into some sort of trouble regarding her mouth. She fears nothing, or so she likes to tell herself. The outside world seems nothing but a great adventure waiting for her to leap into action. The only thing that gives her comfort and peace is when she is out hunting with her Eagle, Maisa. It's her favorite pastime and more of a hobby than a chore.

Arila had always been top of her class and her parents were very proud. In her youth, she was able to complete every single one of her Bendi(missions given to children in order to help them grow) assigned to her. At the age of 15 she was moved up a class to Endal(top class or Eagle Riders), as she was born into the Avora(the class below the Endal, mostly Artisans). It was about a month before her 16th birthday when she met Maisa. She was walking down a path along the mountain edge to try to clear her mind and relax after a long days work. It was nearly dark out and she had decided to head back when she heard the crumbling of rocks. Before she had time to run out of the way the earth beneath her crumbled and she started to fall down the jagged edge of Mount Skyinarta. When she was certain her death was upon her and merely gave up trying to grab hold of the crumbling rocks, she closed her eyes and felt a force nearly knock the wind out of her. She thought she was dead until she sat up, eyes still closed, and the wind blowing against her face. She felt beneath her and her fingertips touched a soft material. She finally opened her eyes only to see a very large, very beautiful Mizaharian Eagle. Later after being put on the ground she became acquainted with the large bird and named her Maisa. Overall, she loved her life, she loved the sky, she loved the birds, she even loved the work. She was a very open and happy person until her mother and father died. They had gotten into an argument that had escalated into a fight with a very close family friend. He won, they lost. It was all very simple to everyone else but her. So, she distanced herself from most people, only talking when necessary, and only doing as she was told(if she didn't disagree of course). She now strives to travel all of Mizahar, every nook, every little adventure. It would be just her and Maisa against the world. That is what she wants.