High Elf Character Compendium.

[The Elfologist]

Heya all, it's me ( again ).

I'm curious to know about the other High Elf players around here. Especially the roleplayers, though non-rp'ers should feel just as free as rp'ers in this thread. Your characters. Do they have sheets, and if so, post them here. :)

A compendium of High Elf characters is what this might become. Also, your silly high elf, high elf joke characters are more than welcome. I'm going to try and start out with one. Of course, this is also a thread where comments and critics are given to your character sheet. People who feel they won't be able to take any criticism to their character, be smart, don't post it here for there is sure to be some criticism from others.

Right, here goes.

I made this Mage *cough*magician*cough* in a spur of the moment sort of thing. And I smiled at the idea of rp'ing him. Yes, I smiled.



Character's Name: Elthyran Ilyarin.

Race: High Elf ( Marienburg Elf )

Gender: Male

Age: 319.

Height: “6.4

Build: Tall and rather frail.

Physical Appearance: Elthyran is tall and willowy. Very little muscle is on his body, yet he isn’t lacking in necessary physical strength. His slender face has deep set, oval eyes, a bright blue in colour. His hair is long, smooth and pale blond, almost white, in colour. He moves with the natural elven graces granted to him, his entire body as fluid as quicksilver. The elf wears mainly blacks, whites and blues, most often a combination of the three. His favourite robe is completely black, over which he wears a long, thin white jacket. Around his waist he wears a blue sash, its colour almost identical to his eyes.

Career, Skills: While not very proficient in hand to hand combat, or in fighting with his staff, the young elf has definite talent in the arcane of things. Even at a young age the elf proved adept at manipulation of the winds, encouraging them to bend to his will. He has never had any formal training, but even so, his skills are rather good. When angered, or given no chance of escaping, his magic turns wild and he retains little control over his actions, yet its powers become greater. Oh, and he can do magic tricks. Like card tricks and stuff. He’s also an excellent ventriloquist.

Weapons: A long, brass staff. The tip has three prongs which meet in a sharp tip. Inside the three prongs a smooth white gem has been placed.

Equipment: Mostly the elf carries things along with him that aid him in his chosen profession; magician. In a knapsack which he carries across his shoulder he keeps a few decks of cards, several long ropes, small flags, a puppet. He also has a pet rat, named Tim.

Mental Description: While he is rather adept at acting it, Elthyran actually needs some encouragement to feel completely at ease. He often feels out of place in most places, but after a while he’s as happy as a fish in the sea. He’s a caring type of person, especially for children and women, he feels they need protection, sometimes to the point of being obnoxious, what with women being good with a blade, and teenagers.



Elthyran is just a name I like to use, so I used it for this character as well. I've actually got like... 4 or 5 characters that I'm not using now, named Elthyran, and one named Elthiran, my very first Shadow Warrior whom I might post up later for all you fluff monkeys to shred apart. ;)

[wellsy]

Oh thank God for no "Background" section... it gets repetitive with everyone's parents having died. As for me...

Character's Name: Aethan Aurilier (yes, I changed it... just to disconnect from my TT character)

Race: High Elf

Gender: Male

Age: 287

Height: “6.4

Build: Tall and thin.

Physical Appearance: Though tall and thin, Aethan hides a great deal of his strength. At times, he trained with the Swordmasters at the White Tower of Hoeth, though he never devoted himself to the sword as those warrior-monks do. Being born of Chracian nobility and a Nagarythian survivor, this young elf has uncharacteristic, rich brown hair, and dark, almost black eyes. The colour of his eyes are known to change depending on the flow of magic and his mood. His clothes are shades of dark blues, greys and white.

Career, Skills: He is, of course, a gifted mage. Having been trained at the White Tower of Hoeth in Saphery, he has a great knowledge of all things arcane. This being said, he was always considered something of an eccentric, for on occassion, he would agree to spar with Swordmaster trainees. In spite of knowing he would lose, he still fought, revealing a tenacity and drive that few Elves can claim. These sparring matches also gave him some proficiency in swordplay.

Weapons: He wields a simple staff, made of wood, with a tricoloured jewel embedded at its apex, which is shaped as two wings of a bird. He also carries a long sword, of a standard Elven design.

Equipment: The equipment Aethan possesses is kept in a rucksack, slung over his shoulder like a sash. The rucksack contains magical potions and ingredients, water, food, and a few other trinkets that he recieved. Being from Chrace, he also has an eagle friend, who sometimes accompanies him here and there. The Eagle is called Timeira.

Mental Description: Aethan is a quite, reserved, well-spoken elf. Though often seeming cold and distant, this is merely a show he puts on, hiding his more caring nature. Knowing his heritage has left him bitter towards Malekith, for placing his own wants above the needs of his whole race, and his Chracian heritage has left him with a fierce, if quiet, loyalty to the Pheonix King.

[The Elfologist]

Character's Name: Falhuin.

Race: High Elf.

Gender: Male.

Age: 119

Height: “6,2

Build: Tall, lithe.

Physical Appearance: Large, oval brown eyes inside a soft skinned face. A nose, almost humanlike in size, as opposed to most slim elven noses. Long pointed ears, sticking out through smooth black hair, kept back in a ponytail. His body is covered in scars both smooth as well as ragged. His skin tone, oddly, isn’t as pale as one would expect of an Asur. Rather than the usual paleness, his skin has a slightly darker hue than most other elves. He mostly wears simple but comfortable clothing. A fine, light brown tunic with a wide opening by the neck. He wears trousers in a slightly darker shade of brown. The sleeves of his tunic are kept in place by a pair of brass bracers. His feet are protected by high boots, made from strong leather, embroidered with gold thread from the top to the bottom. The design of the embroidering is to make it look like vines with leaves. Over his tunic, the elf often wears a fine robe of light blue and golden brown hues.

Career, Skills: A warrior in the militia of Ulthuan, Falhuin has received some training in both bow as well as spear. His experience, however, is limited. Still, the basics were given to him, they will serve as a foundation to his becoming stronger, faster and more skilled.

Weapons: A plain spear, a shortsword.

Armour: A skirt of elven scalemail.

Equipment: His journal, pen, ink, anything else which is necessary, the elf keeps in either his hip satchel, or in his small rucksack.

Mental Description: A happy go free and lucky type of person, Falhuin doesn’t take life as seriously yet as most other elves do. He still has lots to see, learn, taste, smell, and feel. He hasn’t even seen all of Ulthuan yet, let alone the whole of the old world. Every step is a new adventure to him, every door opened a new place to explore, every new face a potential fight or friendly conversation. He’s far from distrusting, but in his short life he has learnt that being on one’s guard at all times is a good thing. One thing the elf cannot bear is the beating of women. That’s just not done, ever.

Background: Falhuin started out life as any other young elf, first free to learn several things from his father, then, after he came of age, learning of war and joining the militia as an archer. Several years after becoming an archer, the elf joined the spearmen of Ulthuan, where he served for several years more.

However, the elf had grown up with stories of elves that had left Ulthuan, seeking fortune, fame, or to aid a friend in need, sometimes they had no reason at all, but many of their exploits echoed back all the way to Ulthuan. The young elf wanted nothing more than to do the same so, against the wishes of many, he left to seek out his own path.

Joining as: Warrior.




This is an elf, unlike most other elves that I have seen on these boards. :p

[SirSeptin]

You asked for it will.


Name: Septin Thalhuin

Race/Sex: High Elf, Male

Age: 335

Profession: Knight

Appearance: An elf standing at about 6 feet 3 inches he has his long flowing shoulder length wavy light brown hair held back by a thin circlet with a tear drop gem on its front. Looking down from the hair you would see the narrow features of an elf, prominent cheek bones and slim jaw along with piercing brown eyes under pencil like eyebrows angling up further than on a human. His face set in a expression of a grim smile as he faces off danger. Moving from the face you see a set of shoulders that, while looking average for a human they are wider than a normal elf. Taking the entire veiw of Septin you would see that he is slightly heavier build than would be average for an elf, arms encased in leather vambraces as his delicate hands weild two single edged slightly curved blades. Looking closley at him there are several things you notice, his over vest has a simple motif of the rising sun beneath a Quyl-Isha rune, his smile rarley reaches his eyes and his stance is always ready to draw his blades.

Weapons/fighting style: two single edged longswords, mainly used for slashing faster attacks but still capable of beheading an opponent if used right. His fighting style would best be described as a mesh of honed skill and at times desperate instinct.

Skills: Brillant Horsemanship and skilled with his blades, also a persuasive but calm speaker.

Mount: Aararasse(dawn-horn)

Clothing/Armour: A deep blue tunic reaching to mid thigh, sea grey pants and black leather boots with silver worked into them in the shape of the Sarathai and Quyl-Isha runes. Over the tunic is a black vest with a Quyl-Isha rune beneath a Sarathi rune. Showing his defiance against the dark underpined by his sorrow and loss.

Mental Description: Self-righteous, arragont, he seeks to control his emotions with an iron will and so rarley induldges in showing extreme emotions, even when enraged to breaking his voice simply becomes flat and his eyes hard as diamonds. His mind is a depth of complexities that he himself often has trouble understanding often with mixed desires of wanting to uplift those he sees lower than himself and also crush them underfoot like the vermin most of them are.

Brief History: Born in the City of Spires, raised in Ulthuan by a noble family in Elyria. He made his way eventually to Lothern where he was breifly exposed to the court of the phoenix king and played the politcal games the elves of the court loved for a breif period. When he grew tired of the pointless nature of political intrigue he made his way over to Marienburg due to meloncolia and a growing indifference to the worries of his race as a whole. After staying in the Elven quarter of Marienburg for some years, living off the money his Estates back in Ulthuan earned and finding amusement in the upper circles of the City in the form of parties, private parties and even mild gambling in the form of cards. After a long while of this he began to seek more dangerous amusment in the form of following rumours of bandit raiding parties, chaos cults , warband sightings. He also began to simply go out and explore the old world for years at a time. It was on these journeys he once strayed near the forest of Loren and encountered another wanderer, Isiliecet. Fast forwarding several years he then had an encounter which it seemed was the beginning of a major change for his long lived life. At a social gathering of some form he encountered, and instantly disliked Falcia. A long history between the two was eventually established and they got over their differences for Septin to aid her in the creation of the Legacy of Shadows which he lead the dawn section and breifly the entire guild. After its final collapse with the death of many members and being betrayed by two elves one of whom he had known and considered a freind, Septin vanished and resumed his wandering ways in the darkest parts of the old world. Until he returned to aid Falcia’s new guild, the Silver Court, to fight off Dark Elf Assassins that sought to destroy it.


Hmm, even this profile seems to fail to do Seppy justice, wouldn't you agree will? I might have to put some more effort into it at some point...not now though :D

[The Elfologist]

Mate, Seppy is awesome and arrogant. Those two words should be his entire description. But if you actually want to make it better, well, do it! Doooo iiiiit! :D

Seppy is cool enough to deserve a new character sheet, I wouldn't even mind writing it up for you using swishy words and everything! :cool:

[Vikingkingq]

Character's Name: Tiberius Tiderunner
Race: High Elf
Gender: Male
Age: 175.
Height: 6’ 2”
Build: Rangy, very spare.

Physical Appearance: Tall and lanky, with supple limbs, Tiberius looks the perfect part of a High Elf bowman. A lifetime of working on the sea has stripped his body of anything but lean muscle, and he still walks with the rolling gait of a seaman. Uncharacteristically tan for an elf, Tiberius keeps his dark hair short – which makes him stand out from other elfs. Tiberius primarily dresses in dark blues and grays, the better to blend in with his surroundings.

Career, Skills: The son of a Naggarythe woman who had fled her homeland looking for a more peaceful and a Lothern fisherman, the first half of Tiberius Tiderunner’s life was entirely ordinary. A common sailor who worked hard until he could afford to buy a small commercial vessel, Tiberius was a cosmopolitan High Elf, exporting Elvish wine from Lothern to Estalia, Tilea, and the Empire, and spending much time in human sea-ports. Unfortunately one of his voyages, Tiberius' ship was attacked by a band of Druchii Corsairs, and Tiberius was left for dead on the burning hulk.

Picked up by a passing vessel, Tiberius returned to Uthluan a changed elf, bitter and desiring vengeance for his men and his ship. Returning to the homeland of his mother, Tiberius joined the Shadow Warriors, looking to take revenge on the foul pirates who destroyed his ship, swearing to never grow his hair until the scourge of Druchii raiding was purged from the world. Although slow to learn woodcraft, Tiberius’ stint in the Lothern Seaguard as a young elf stood him in good stead with the Shadow Warriors. Today, he is one of the Shore Watchers, a division of the Shadow Warriors who guard the rocky coastline of Naggarthye and fight marine actions against Druchii sea-raids.

Mental Description: Tiberius is a study in self-control, keeping his whirling emotions buried under a façade of professionalism and military discipline. It’s as much a matter of self- preservation as anything – letting go of control means allowing himself to remember the pain of his defeat, seeing friends die or be carried off to slavery by cackling demons, as he does every night. Acts friendly and light-hearted when reminded of things from the old days – will animatedly discuss good wine or shipbuilding or navigation or exploring endlessly, only to clamp down when the subject changes.

Weapons:
Kingfisher – a rowan longbow, inlaid with mother of pearl seabirds.
Shark and Barracuda – ithilmar longsword and dagger.

Equipment: Camouflage clothing in dark blues and grey.
Greatcloak in same.
Coat of ringmail.
Quiver of broadheads.
Tripwire, caltrops, and other trap-making gear in bag
Backpack with clothes and camping gear
Spyglass

[The Elfologist]

My very first shadow warrior. Starting to see a pattern here? :p

Characters name: Elthiran Silvermoon

Race & Gender: High Elf, Male

Age, actual and apparent: 228

Height and Build: “6.2, lithe but more muscular than the average elf.

Hair & Eyes: Black, medium length hair. Dark brown eyes.

Physical description: Elthiran’s clothing style is quite standard and nothing flashy. He tends to stick toward white as his only light colour and the rest either grey or black. Mostly, he wears a white long sleeved shirt, a grey pants, high black leather boots which reach to above his knees, long black leather gloves which reach to just below his elbow and a black, hooded cape. His boots and gloves are soft and flexible, they don’t hinder him in his movement nor in combat and they are extremely comfortable.

The elf’s body is rather scarred, especially his back. This is due to him being captured by dark elves at one time. He was tortured then and they spared him no lash. On that same adventure his eyes went from bright blue to the brown colour they are today. His hair also became jet black as opposed to the blond locks he once had.

Career & Skills: Elthiran has been a shadow warrior all his life. He was born the son of a shadow master and raised accordingly. He was spared nothing in the harsh circumstances of his upbringing. Although the elf trains mainly in his mastery or archery and fletching nowadays, he also has had training in the field of swordsmanship. He is not a master, nor is he a novice in wielding his father’s blade. His other martial skill consists of hand to hand fighting. He trains his body to be able to take pain longer and his goal is to become stronger than perhaps Aenarion himself. However, he is also very sceptical if that will ever be the case.

He has hunted many beasts. From the great white lion of Chrace to the ferocious boars on which orcs ride. Thus, he has a good deal of knowledge concerning the tracking, trapping and slayings of such beasts. Aside from this, he has learnt a good deal of handy survival technique’s such as; what fruits are edible and which aren’t, which roots or herbs to use as a restorative.

Weapons: The shadow warrior has a finely made, elfish short bow. It is made of red oak wood and has several silver rings set about it. The rings in the middle are ornate, made to look as though there are two dragons flying toward each other to do battle in the middle. He takes very good care of his weapon as it not only cost him a good deal of coin, he has also grown accustomed to it and its workings.

His melee combat weapons are, his father’s sword and a fist weapon. The fist weapon is basically made from a series of metal straps and several steel bars. When fixed properly, the three, four inch long, steel spikes are ready for use. It is a fast and stealthy weapon, sometimes mistaken for in incoming fist and neglected to be blocked, thus awarding his foes with either a missing eyeball or blood spraying from round holes in their neck.

Last of all is his father’s blade. He is also very careful with this weapon. More so even than with his bow. It took him a great deal of strength and endurance to reclaim his father’s weapon so his care for it is really no surprise. The elf had to battle and kill one who he considered friend and comrade in arms to retrieve it. Its blade is long and Elthiran keeps it sharp at all times. Its guard looks like two demons horns, pointing, slightly crooked, toward the tip of the blade. It also has a large emerald set in it. The grip, as well as the pommel and guard, are made of obsidian steel. Black.

Armour: Elthiran carries on his person the strong shadow armour worn by all of the shadow warriors. He usually wears it over all his clothing. It covers his chest and falls loosely to about his thighs. It does not cover his arms. Aside from this the shadow warrior wears no armour.

Equipment: On his belt, aside from his weapons, Elthiran has several satchels. Usually they are empty or filled with food for along the way. But one always carries a box of polish for his bow and a whetting stone for his sword. He also has a quiver, made of steel rings within and fur skin over that. He keeps it on a sling on his back.

Mental description: Elthiran has lived, bled and travelled with both human and dwarfish companions, giving him a much more acceptable attitude toward both races. He sees them not as the 'lesser' kind and yet neither does he see them as his equal. However, he will not disrespect them lest given a reason. His sense of humour is rather boring, if it exists at all. He does make quips now and then but is often the only one offering said quip a quiet chuckle. The shadow warrior does not easily hand out his trust but, usually, once the trust is given, it is not easily lost.

Background: Elthiran Silvermoon has had a colourful and event full life. From his youngest days as the son of a shadow master to this day, a member of the Courts of Asuryan. His 'youth' if it can be called such at nigh a century of age, was not one that could be seen as pleasant. He was in constant battle with warriors seeking to overthrow the mighty Asur.

It was he who was often the one to loose the first arrow from its string and he who was the first, or second, to draw his weapon. After his father was slain by a witch elf, Elthiran left Ulthuan in the hopes of proving himself worthy to take his father's place as leader of their small war band. He left one of his greatest friends in charge, Riathai Goldheart.

In the Empire the shadow warrior joined a band of warrior seeking to go to Lustria to find an artifact there. Oddly, he somehow got well beyond his dislike of the short people and even grew fond of them, though the same could not be said of their habits. He was joined by an elfish mage of the name Orion Deathfire and another elven mage named Mor. On that same quest a dwarf by the name of Tanner and a human named Hector. He has not forgotten them.

After their return from the adventure, Elthiran continued his roaming in the old world until a summons back to his home land of Ulthuan came to his attention. It was from his friend Orion, he had a new quest for himself and several others to attend to. The quest was to seek out warpstone essence, a dangerous substance. Elthiran's part in this quest was large as well as dangerous.

During a raid in Bretonnia, Elthiran and the rest of the party were all captured and taken away to the hated land of Naggaroth. There they were all subdued to torture and imprisonment. Elthiran however, was taken away by his former comrade in arms, Riathai Goldheart who had now changed his name into Riathai Blackheart, and had his mind wiped and twisted into slavery.However, after some time in which he almost betrayed his group he managed to be rid of the curse and regain himself as a true Asur.

It took a lot out of him and he was weary for many days after that, haunted by nightmares with memories not his own. After the curse was beaten back, Elthiran also managed to defeat Riathai in single combat. There, he reclaimed his father's sword from his fallen brother and during that fight his blond hair became black, and his blue eyes became brown. He had gotten the evil appearance of Riathai but not his spirit.

That was the price he paid for the reclaiming of his father's blade.Before he killed Riathai, however, Elthiran learnt of the full betrayal of the fallen Asur. His entire war band was dead and he had nothing to return to in Ulthuan, safe their graves.The group completed their quest and Elthiran joined one of the party, Fangar, back to Ulthuan where he joined the Courts of Asuryan, led by Fangar.

Religion: Elthiran follows Loec.

Goals: The shadow warrior once thought his goal was to prove himself worthy of taking his father’s position. Now he knows he has either already achieved that or else he will never do so. Instead, he now only wishes to serve his race as a guardian and prove once and for all the valour of a true Shadow Warrior.

Stereotype: Avenger- There’s good, and there’s evil. Evil is not to be tolerated. It has hurt you and now you are going to hurt it back. There is no compromise.

Reputation: He has gained somewhat of a reputation. Not so much in Ulthuan as in the Old World, however. His political standings aren’t known. Perhaps not even to himself. He sees very little use for them as he lives only to defend thus needing only bow and blade.

Fears: After his ‘turning’, Elthiran started becoming more nonchalant but his fear of becoming wholly evil is one of the thoughts that does not give him any rest, even when in sleep. Another one of his fears is to lose his father’s blade once more. He has gone through a great ordeal to win it back and he refuses to ever lose it again.

Passions: The elf has a passion for war. He does not so much enjoy it as respect it but he also sees its uses and its necessity. Therefore, he does not, and never will, abhor it. He is also a rather good hunter. He enjoys the thrill of the hunt and the rush of adrenaline when a kill has been secured.

[Nerothos]

Character's Name: Nerothos Andorthil

Race: High Elf

Gender: Male

Age: 591

Height: 5'11"

Build: Slightly short for an elf, but also slightly above average build.

Physical Appearance: Generally speaking, Nerothos is insignificant in appearance. His hair is short and very pale blonde, as if it were bleached. His armor is that worn by the Swordmasters of Hoeth, standard breastplate with a thick layer of chainmail. He is usually seen with his balanced greatsword or some other available weapon. His eyes are dark blue.

Career, Skills: Nerothos spent the latter part of his centuries training in the White Tower of Hoeth as a Swordmaster. Officially carrying the title for a little over 300 years, his skill with a blade is immense. He has served in the military for most of his adult life, going through the process of beginning as an Archer and entering the ranks of the Spearelves when he became senior. He was initiated as a Swordmaster after his 15th battle as a Champion of the Spearelves.

Weapons: A balanced Greatsword, awarded to him when he joined the Swordmasters. He also carries a regular shortsword at times.

Equipment: For the most part, he has his pack which is usually filled with basic survival equipment (Canvas, Flint and Tinder, etc.). Occasionally, he'll take a few books for reading material.

Mental Description: Nerothos is kind, formal, and professional when dealing with other Elves. It's obvious he's been raised amongst nobles as he usually has the conversational quirks of them (such as the constantly perfect posture). Around humans, he is watchful, sometimes suspicious, but usually upfront aloof. Around Dwarfs his guard is never down, as he veiws them as irrational and stupid. Generally, he is typical of Elves in the way that his is pessimistic.

[Saerain]

I am as yet uncertain which character I will play. I often create about three or four characters in the first month of a game, and by the end of the second month I narrow down to one and delete the others through a process of trial and error roleplaying. It may seem somewhat clumsy, but I like it, it helps me.



Character's Name: Yiradan Amanaisal

Race: High Elf

Gender: Male

Age: 812

Height: 6'4"

Build: Radically delicate for a High Elf, exaggerated by his great height.

Physical Appearance: A narrow and tapered skull set with black eyes, his chin aligned with the bridge of his nose. Ghostly white skin. Platinum-blonde hair reaching his waist. Somewhat small hands at the ends of his long arms.

Career: Mage

Weapons: A simple, mostly featureless staff of silver set with sapphires, topped by a circular headpiece rimmed with gold. It is not enchanted and its simplistic design makes it not particularly valuable or impressive, but he has held it for all but the first 133 years of his life and the familiarity is admittedly sentimental. He would say that it knows his techniques nearly as well as he.

Equipment: A robe of white silk, cyan Tar-Eltharin runes woven within. Light grey leather-and-cotton boots, fastened with silver hooks. A heavy circlet of brass.

Mental Description: Strangely serene. A hint of a faint smile seems to linger on his face at all times. Not a smile of mischief, but a confidence that all will be well. Despite this and his encouraging words, his expression of his eyes somehow remains grim. The difference is unsettling.



Character's Name: Saerain Ithildae

Race: High Elf

Gender: Male

Age: 321

Height: 5'9"

Build: Slightly muscular, enough to move quickly. He is quite short for an Elf, true, and it has been a stigma on his social status with even his fellow Nagarythe since childhood, treating him as if he were somehow not fully Elven. The Manspawn, the Lesser Child.

Physical Appearance: Pale skin, through which the blue tint of blood seen through light-bending pale flesh can be seen, giving his skin a pale blue hue when in white light. His limbs are long, hands large and slim, his fingers long, with pointed nails. His dark brown-red hair reaches just below his shoulderblades. A lock of gold grows from the front of his scalp and down the right side, an amusing reminder of an event from many decades ago. His head is short for an Elf's, but large, his jaw somewhat stronger, his eyelids more horizontal, his forehead high, wide, and straight. His eyes are a dark aqua.

Career: Shadow Warrior. I would like to focus him on the blade more than the bow, however, if possible, without resorting to the more heavily armoured Swordmaster.

Weapons: A leafblade the length of his arm, forged by an old friend, Talonial Drakenkin, two hundred years in the past. Also a recurved bow of white ash, carved by himself. The sword stays at his left hip, the bow across his back, and a thin ash staff in his right hand, stained black and engraved with silver Khazalid runes. An Asrai dagger rests hidden somewhere at his right, usually within the sash to be mentioned.

Equipment: Shadow Armour, I assume, but the armour is unimportant to me. It is important that he have a cloak of black on his shoulders, a cloth of indigo across his lower face, and a sash of deep blue around his waist. Dull grey half-boots fastened with thongs.

Mental Description: 'Those who refuse to follow are doomed to lead.' Bitterly idealistic, if you can imagine it. Certain that others are fundamentally good, yet also certain that they abandon that inherent goodness in either the tradition of their people or reflexive defiance of it. He is known for attempting to coerce Druchii in battle, which while irritating his allies, is noticed to increase his proficiency by fueling his reason for battle.



Character's Name: Taranis Thilandrae

Race: High Elf

Gender: Male

Age: 617

Height: 6'2"

Build: Neither as delicate as Yiradan nor as wiry as Saerain. Strangely lacking in definition, giving a very sleek appearance.

Physical Appearance: Soft features for an Elf, giving an extremely youthful appearance. His skin resembles Saerain's, yet his hair is white and merely shoulder-length, his eyes a pale violet.

Career: Swordmaster

Mental Description: Somewhat mischevious in temperament, prone to dry wit and good-natured yet somewhat snide commentary, though his speech is infrequent, normally keeping his amusement to himself.



Character's Name: Sareth Cadaithan

Race: High Elf

Gender: Male

Age: 614

Height: 6'1"

Build: Whatever the average turns out to be for a High Elf (if indeed there is body customisation at all).

Physical Appearance: As averagely Asur as the game purports, yet with black hair and stark blue eyes.

Career: Mage

Mental Description: Outwardly the ideal conservative Asur, yet exceptionally narcissistic, struggling on the border of hedonism, a prime specimen for the temptations of Slaanesh. I imagine the family Cadaithan to be the ancestor-cousins of a Druchii family, the Khadathan, a connection I would love to toy with. Out of battle.