Fantasy ✣ Defense of Acheron ✣

[Archie]

Use any pics that you like. We'll need leaders first: the Keeper of the Elven War Band, the priest of the town, and the Guard Captain, so be my guest if you'd like to sign up as one.


Have as many characters you can manage, but usually only an RPer of destiny can take more than 3. Please don't drop off any characters if you have more than 1 since other people will probably be RPing with yours and they shouldn't be left behind.


I'll like your sheet to indicate that you're in, and I'll post in the OOC

[imagefloat=left][img=link][/imagefloat][b]Name:[/b]

[b]Race:[/b]

[b]Side:[/b] Townspeople or elves. Note no humans are alive who are on the Elven side, but some Elves who are outcasts from their kind fight for the town.

[b]Age:[/b]

[b]Background:[/b]

[b]Personality:[/b]

[b]Skills:[/b]

[b]Weapons:[/b] If any

[b]Misc:[/b]

 

[Tenebris]

Name: Tenebris


Race: Human


Side: Neither. Tenebris is an assassin.


Age: 25


Background: Wanted to be just like the soldiers when he was young, like his father. His friends and he all were playing a prank on the dark mage living in his town, when all of the sudden, they walked in on one of his rituals. The man shot a dark bolt of energy at one of his friends, and he ended stabbing the man with the knife he kept for whittling in his pocket. When the man was killed, all of the dark energy from the ritual filled him. He now has minor shadow control, and can summon his armor.


Personality: Quiet, observant.


Skills: He can use the shadow to summon his armor. He is also very physically strong and fast, because he had lots of time training when his town banished him.


Weapons: He can make a blade appear out of both forearms of his suit, about 4 feet long and a 8 inches thick.


Misc: Tenebris is nuetral, fore he is an assassin, BUT, he can be trained to join either side with heavy convincing and a powerful leader.<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_01/53f4829205e99ea33b7c68bc835198b0.jpg.ec9e88caff9734fc4b7ef491faaa3e5f.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="97019" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_01/53f4829205e99ea33b7c68bc835198b0.jpg.ec9e88caff9734fc4b7ef491faaa3e5f.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>

 

[JustCallMeAimee]

Name: Nona seek


Race: Elve


Side: Town


Age: 20

Although it isn't on these images Nona has a scar running through her left eye rendering her blind in that eye.


Background: Nona has been an outcast for most of her life due to the fact she has no family left on this planet. It is believed that she killed them although this isn't true as her own kind actually did it and she's stood apart from them ever since. Her family didn't agree with what the elves where doing to the people as nog every human is evil just like not every Elve and she agrees with this.


Personality: head strong, smart and tactical, she's best working on her own but is willing to play nice with others. But isn't one to make friends, she has a shirt temper although it is cool, calm and shit scary.


Skills: strong physically and mentally, skilled in many forms of fighting and hard to take down.


Weapons:

Misc: Life magic and necromancy.

 

[Archie]

• Aiden
• Ilyndrathyl

• 
  Name: Aiden Nekranes Oakmont
  
  
  Race: Human
  
  
  Side: Town
  
  
  Age: 19
  
  
  Background: Aiden grew up the only son of a single father, the town blacksmith. After his mother's death when he was 3 years old, Aiden found his father taking to drinking, which spiraled into abuse. Dad beat him and never let him show any weakness. He had a stern parenting style, and wanted his boy to grow up a man, telling him to fight the other kids. Dad said he wanted Aiden to dominate the other kids on the playground, or he'd get dominated when he came home. The blacksmith took his son hunting and gave him a hammer when he was just 12 years old to start working the forge, training him for the militia when he was just fourteen. Aiden learned to accept this as normal after a while, but not when dad let it get in the way of his heart. Falling in love with the son of the Elven governor, the two had a secret teenage relationship before dad got suspicions and branded Aiden with a hot iron on the thigh when he was fifteen so "no boy can ever suck yer staff without pukin".
  
  
  At that point, the boy knew what he needed to do. Going to the town bridge over the rushing river at night, Aiden stood on the ledge and waited for his dad to come. Dad screamed about his weakness if he was giving up on life, and that nobody would care if such a pathetic kid was dead. But there were no tears in his son's eyes. Aiden dared him to come over and beat him then, or take him back, then beat him. His father obliged, naturally. Leaping back onto the bridge, Aiden shoved the man into the river: humans rarely learned to swim, and his father drowned to death.
  
  
  He never knew if people saw, but nobody sounded an alarm and he wasn't arrested. His father fell, that was the official story. Aiden inherited an empty shop, and from his hard years of training, he built himself to be just as formidable a blacksmith as his father. He and the governor's son never got back together: Aiden's shunned affection, knowing there were people just as intolerant of homosexuals as his father in town, and he needed to rebuild dad's business, one step at a time. That didn't stop him from feeling a pang in his chest when the other young man left just a month ago to go fight for the other side, once his father and the Elvish ruling family of the town was expelled.
  
  
  Personality: Aiden hated his father, but is fundamentally the same person (minus his sexuality and his lifelong hatred of drinking, spawned by his dad's drunkenness). He's stern, determined, painless, and strikes hard. He has a bed in his house but sleeps on a mat in the floor to avoid softening, gets up early, goes to bed early, and pounds at his iron all day when he's not selling in a market stall, signing contracts, or keeping track of numbers. He has few things, but he's tidy. He's not religious at all, but his entire life is basically a calm, meditative ritual, and every day repeats.
  
  
  Aiden thinks of everyone as the same, just with different skills and things they're used to. He learns by doing, and has a fast mind. He's grown into a great salesman and a great leader of his group of apprentices, and keeps his eyes every month on the number: how many things were made, how many things were sold, and for how much. Every month since he was 15, it's been going up and up, and he bragged over last month in the tavern that "if I didn't turn this shop into a factory, we'd all be fokin' dead". While assertive and domineering, he's naturally an introvert and he's "happiest" when he's hammering things, not bothered by anyone. He laughs, he jokes, but his countenance is severe most of the time, and he never seems content. How could he be, when he suffered 15 years of confinement and murdered his father? He's a hard worker by instinct, but thinks that even if everyone dies, life goes on. Still, having lived under a bizarre parent, Aiden made it his life mission to try to understand everyone and improve the town's condition. He might not seem that empathetic, but he's great at getting inside someone's head, calming them, or inspiring them to action that they would otherwise not take.
  
  
  Skills: Persuasion, basic militia training, smithing, writing & accounts, and most importantly, he has the most gigantic biceps in the village from 7 years of hammering at steel nonstop.
  
  
  Weapons: Everything in his shop. He prefers spears and throwing knives plus an axe, and he's not an archer.
  
  
  Misc:
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  Name: Ilyndrathyl Minyatur
  
  
  Race: Elf
  
  
  Side: Elf
  
  
  Age: 124
  
  
  Background: Ilyn was a strange boy growing up. He never got along with the other elves and was more interested in hunting and eating prey for himself. But just as soon as he became the best hunter of all the youngsters, the leaders wanted him to teach them! But how could this orphan taught nothing except that which he learned by himself possibly teach someone else?
  
  
  So he tried. "You just need to focus your head... and the rabbit will explode!" he said, throwing his arms up into the air.
  
  
  Except it didn't work for anyone else. The local keeper said Ilyn had a strange magic... a flesh magic, an unusual natural level of concentration matched with just the right mana amount that let him warp flesh of himself or someone else. He was disciplined, trained, put in a company as a battle mage, and as soon as war broke out with the humans, he was always the first on the line, and the man who had greatest intention to claim blood. Placed in as the pathmaster, or the logistics master of the Elvish war band attacking Acheron, he held a deceptive role. In reality, elves hated bookkeeping, so his job related to finding supplies, but also foraging - something his lethal ability was uniquely good at, and at scouting, and spying.
  
  
  Personality: "He is possessed with the spirit of the wolf", an elderly village keeper used to say of Ilyndrathyl. A predator all his life, Ilyn was always his clan's hunter and on the warpath was the forager and manager of supplies sand logistics. His brain understands patterns, weakness, fear, and how to exploit it, but also quantities, numbers, and doing better than yesterday. Even for an elf, he has a supreme level of concentration and patience to getting to his end goal, the felling of the beast. Some say he's bloodthirsty: he just says he's practical. For manipulating his appearance using his flesh magic, Ilyn is disliked by some elves, but he makes up for it by being a useful and competent pathmaster.
  
  
  Skills: Flesh magic, archery, some blade training.
  
  
  Weapons: A standard Elven longbow and a curved shortsword.
  
  
  Misc:
  
  
  

 

[SilentSir]

Name: Valerian Dragonwood





Race: High Elf


Side: Elves


Age: 243 (They can live up to 1000 years)


Background: Valerian was born into a family of warriors. High and low elves would come to his family to learn the ancient ways of Elven combat. As Valerian got older, he joined the ranks of the elven guard, rising through the ranks quickly, and assuming the rank of commander at the young age of 95. The older elves did not take well to his command, and attempted to assassinate him. He survived, and ordered the decimation of his forces. Since the decimation, his forces have shown unwavering loyalty, and Valerian has yet to lose an engagement against the human forces.


Personality: Valerian is cold, calculating and merciless. He shows nothing but contempt for warriors that fall under his command. He lives by the motto: "Cowards and traitors will be killed without mercy."


Skills: Valerian follows the ancient ways of Elven combat, which makes him the fastest and deadliest warrior on the battlefield. The only warrior able to match him in combat is his father. He has yet to meet a human who can survive more than four seconds against him. He longs for the day he can find his equal on the battlefield.


Weapons: <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_01/upload_2016-1-6_19-14-54.png.bc994ab84b9eaaca2ec225df1fd8ffd9.png" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="97044" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_01/upload_2016-1-6_19-14-54.png.bc994ab84b9eaaca2ec225df1fd8ffd9.png" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>


Misc: Valerian has two parallel scars running down his left eye, a battle wound from a human female clawing at him. He laughs about it, saying she could take a hit better than some of him warriors.

 

[Warb]

Name: Kurt Kleinermann


Race: Human.


Side: Townspeople.


Age: 34


Background: Kurt was born in Acheron to a lumberjack and a seamstress. He loved his town, but as he grew up the prosperous town was plagued by bandits and marauders, with the town guard hard pressed to defend against them. Kurt enlisted in the guard and went through training for several years. One day during training a sudden lightning raid by the bandits took place. Karl rallied the other trainees to fight alongside the trained guardsmen and though many inexperienced trainees lost their lives that day, they prevented many bandits from getting into the town and pillaging it. The current Captain of the Guard recognized him for his leadership and initiative by promoting him to the regiment of the guard that the Captain personally lead.


Years passed and Kurt established himself as the Captain's right hand man. When the war between the humans and the Elves began, a raiding party of Elven outriders tore into Acheron land. They came not to conquer, but to pillage and raid. They stole food from farmers and preyed upon refugees coming to Acheron for sanctum. The town guard sallied out to meet these riders in an orderly formation, but they found no trace of them.


They scoured the countryside, but found nothing. That is until they passed down a road that curved through the forest. From the woods savage warriors riding elk burst forth from behind trees and crashed into the flank of the guard. The Captain died in the initial charge and the shock sent the men into disarray. Taking up the Captain's sword, Karl rallied the men. Forming up the infantry into ranks and encircling the smaller raiding band, the guardsmen enclosed the elk riders in a wall of flesh. Prevented from using their superior maneuverability, the infantry slaughtered the Elven cavalry like cattle. When he returned to town Kurt ordered the villagers to cut down as much of the forest as they could and to burn the rest.


Personality: Kurt is a grim man of little humors. He takes his job of protecting the townsfolk very, very seriously and devotes himself to it wholeheartedly. He doesn't smile and doesn't laugh. He never goes to the pub and ever since he was promoted to Captain the few hobbies he seemed to enjoy before have been dropped entirely.


Skills: Military tactics: While not a military genius by any means, Karl can command troops in a battle to maximum effect and lay down large scale battle plans.


Combat: Karl was a fighter before he was a leader and can match swords as good as any of men. In fact he can best most of his men in one on one combat.


Charisma: A leader needs to be able to rise the fire in their men's hearts and Karl has the ability to do just that.


Planning: Karl plans for the future and does not merely think from one moment to the next.


Weapons:

A massive two handed sword called a zweihander. The ceremonial weapon of the Captain of the Guard. Kurt swings it with such force that it can cleave through metal and bone with ease.

A small short sword that Karl originally used when he joined the guard. He still keeps it as a backup weapon for closer engagements.


Misc: Karl's yellow and black uniform colors are the standard colors of the Acheron guard.


Karl has looked upon the Elves living inside the town with wariness since the previous Captain was killed in an ambush, but has yet to take any action against them.


Karl is rather short, at 5' 8" tall.

 

[AshenLily]

/ATTACH%5D <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_01/paladin_female.jpg.8d647eb2da35306451b67afa33917019.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="97079" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_01/paladin_female.jpg.8d647eb2da35306451b67afa33917019.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> Name: Lindliel Cyleste Rayne


Race: Elven


Side: Town


Age: 274


Background: Raised from birth to be the next Elven Keeper, Lindliel's entire life has been lived for the church. Since she was a child, the church and the ways of the Elves are all she's ever known. However, a somewhat recent (on the timeline of an elf's life) disagreement with the new Grand Chieftain has caused her to take a fresh look over the teachings she's lived her life for.


Lindliel's reconsideration of the teachings of Halyuk have reaffirmed her belief that above all, life, and its preservation, should be striven for. Though the new Grand Chieftain claims to hold the word of Halyuk above all else, Lindliel has found a different interpretation of the God's words. Though she knows the humans have wronged through their destruction of the forest and its inhabitants, she believes that a mass genocide against the offenders is the wrong way to address the issue.


Forced to take a side in the conflict, though she completely disagrees with the war in its entirety, Lindliel believes the Grand Chieftain is on a warpath that defiles the very teachings of Halyuk, and has decided to ally herself with the human forces.


Personality: Lindliel carries herself proudly, as she was taught throughout her upbringing. As such, she often comes across as being very reserved, often contributing little to conversations, and preferring to remain silent until otherwise necessary.


To those that don't know her (the overwhelming majority of Acheron) she comes across as cold, and has been oft been described as appearing "stuck-up". In reality, she is kind and caring, valuing the lives of those around her far above her own.


Lindliel is extremely calculated and has a keen eye for detail. In combat situations, she prefers to hang back and observe, refusing to make a move until she's certain she has gained an understanding of her enemy's tactical prowess, and fighting style. Underestimating an enemy's ability is the quickest way to ascertain death.


Skills: Lindliel is skilled in the Natural magic of the Elves, particularly magic involving healing, and shielding others from harm. Though rather slight of frame, as most Elves are, she is remarkably skilled with a blade, typically preferring to fight on the front lines of a battle, when combat is necessary.


Weapons: Lindliel carries a saber passed down from her mother in her right hand, and a custom-crafted shield in her left. Both are pictured below.


<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_01/Shield.PNG.860b6f813798bc779e21974e3d037fd0.PNG" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="97080" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_01/Shield.PNG.860b6f813798bc779e21974e3d037fd0.PNG" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>

Misc:





Probably still a WIP. I usually forget to add some things first time around, so there will likely be a few edits made throughout the waiting period until we start the RP. Please let me know if there are any problems with the CS.

 

[MsPolite]

PINK HAIR IS THE ONLY WAY TO HAIR

• simj26
• Oct 16, 2015

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Name:Faelwen


(File-wehn)


Race: Elf Side: Elven. Age: 93 Background: Daughter of the grand cheiftian Halyuk. Raised as nobility amn somthered by guards and handmaidens all her life, although she did recieve the best education in all things especialy magic, and the faith. Ran away from home to prove she was a woman grown and she was capable of being the next Cheiftian of the Elven confederacy.


Personality: Brash, arrogant, and hot headed, Faelwen is not afraid to assert her authority to g3t what she wants. Often comes off as a spoild child. She is not afraid to get down and dirty if it is to prove she is capable and like any other elves. She keeps her faith sacred, and protects all of nature. She winces when she see's trees, plats and forests being destroyed.


Skills: proficient in all Elven magics, but specializes in offensive nature manipulation and raw natural power. Adequate with a bow, and dagger.


Weapons: Sorceress staff to help channel her mana. Elven dagger.


Misc: Carrie's and hawk she has named Lilum.


Was taught and mentored by Lindliel Cyleste Rayne





@Archie Is My character ok? You haven't given me the green light

 

[SSgt Goodrich]

Name: Stephen "Spirit" Goodrich


Race: Human


Side: Townspeople


Age: 51


Background: He never grew up in Acheron, never planned to, yet life seems to have placed him in the condemned and sieged city. Exactly what he needed.


He grew up in some unnamed village out past the city limits of Acheron, but for the young Goodrich, Acheron has become the place of his life. He left his home at 22, looking to find apprenticeship in woodworking after working on his own family's lumber mill, and Acheron proved to be the only city with a lumber guild within 100 miles. We all know how large that is. So, the lumberjack gained apprenticeship, but as he found out, the town was filled with bandits. After a few too many muggings, he dropped the lumber guild and enrolled himself into defense classes. He found fighting to be a wonderful sport and engrossed himself within it. A week turned to a month and before long, he was swinging his halberd like a true champ. A champ thirsty for combat.


This is when Stephen advertised himself for hire, and while the halberd he wields was not his original, it is his original loot prize from his campaign with radicals against innocent elves.


He felt awful for it, but hey, a man has to do what a man has to do.


So his life turned away from the mill and turned into the grind. The grind of combat, of flesh, and metal. And he loved it.


Personality: Stephen could be described as stubborn, hard-skinned, and loud. Yet, his softness for kids and animals is prominent, but it could only be seen if one was to spy on him for long enough. He is often the first to call out someone's mistakes, making him unpopular among the clumsy. Stephen is an optimist to no end and though he loves kids, he does not tolerate misbehavior. He has also become savvy in diplomacy, which has come handy to convincing others to hire his mercenary skills.


Skills: He is trained in the use of pole arm from all the work he has done originally as a lumberjack, and then his training at the guild for the halberd. That, and the work he has done as a mercenary. As much as he hates to admit it, he is not well-known, but it does not stop him from mentioning his title in hopes of using his fame for leverage.


Weapons: Strong oak halberd, with finely decorated steel for its tip and a flanged mace made with heavy iron.


Misc: He is very rarely seen outside of his armor, for the sole fact of hiding his identity and his age. As a mercenary, most clients will not hire older men. He is taller than most, 6'4", which allows him strong angles with his halberd. It is his most prized possession.

 

[Ullr]

Name: Cufeng


Race: Elf


Side: Elven


Age: 103


Background:


Cufeng was born to a simple mid to low class family with no magic affiliation, While only one to ten born with any magic affiliation its even rarer for a low class to move up in the ranks without magic affiliation. His entire life Cufeng heard every one tell him that he was wasting his time training he had no chance, Cufeng listened took the words to his heart he even believed them. But Cufeng kept training he wanted to prove them wrong to prove himself wrong, even if it doesn't work out there is nothing wrong with being an able archer and an agile person that was his reasoning to keep training.


When he was sixteen he joined the elven guard, he was quickly picked apart from the common low class warriors. Cufeng was selected to go through advanced training, the training was hard but not harder than what he made himself go through almost every day so he passed the training and the tests that followed. Yet he was given a simple guard duty, Cufeng was assigned as one of the palace guards. A few years have passed with nothing really happening Cufeng to be honest hated it, it was boring and while the position was considered high and honorable he felt something was missing he felt his entire life training were being put to waste. Until one night as he was guarding the small back gate he noticed movement over the trees then as he was about to go and check it out an arrow flew towards him, Cufeng manged to roll on the ground in time to doge the arrow and shot an arrow towards where the attack came from but he missed. He turned the alarm on, and the attackers hearing the alarm started to run. The attackers now didn't care about hiding they were fully visible and with their backs to Cufeng, Cufeng shot three arrows one for each attacker, he saw all three hit home and each body fall down one by one. The attackers were assassins trying to kill the chieftain and his family, Cufeng was rewarded for his actions by being promoted to the princess personal guard. The years passed with him being the princess personal guard and while the job still lacked action, it was far more rewarding and Cufeng actually enjoyed his new gig.


As the princess ran away to join the battle Cufeng tried to stop her but after failing to do so, he joined her as his task was to protect her no matter where she goes or does.


Personality:


Hard worker, Cufeng always trying to prove himself and takes his job seriously no matter what the job is.


Self conscious, Cufeng is always the first to criticize himself and his actions.


Worrywart, Cufeng worries about everything when you expect everything to go wrong you wont be surprised when it does, and being surprised is being dead.


Hates when being understatement, First when people told him he couldn't make it without magic, and then when people would tell him he was just a simple guard and nothing more. Cufeng hates nothing more than when people underestimate him.


Skills:


Sharp instincts, naturally born with sharp instincts able to react quickly and without thinking.


Thinking on the spot, a second is a long time when in combat, luckily that's all Cufeng needs to come up with a quick plan.


Archery and agility, having no control over magic Cufeng spent his entire life training his archery skill and his body to be as fast and agile as it can.


Sword fighting, while not a blade master like he is an archer he was still trained in the elven guard to use the sword in adequate level.


Weapons: Bow and arrow (as seen in the picture above), and a dirk (A small sword)

Misc:

 

[Anaxial]

<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_01/medieval-soldier.jpg.add0e4a96b9de401cbc7cf0dd5c9918c.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="97445" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_01/medieval-soldier.jpg.add0e4a96b9de401cbc7cf0dd5c9918c.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> Name: Letholdus Theroldan


Race: Human


Side: Townspeople


Age: 55


Background: Somewhat of a legend among the people of Acheron, Letholdus was an adventurous man when he was a younger stag. However, he always found himself returning to him hometown of Acheron, returning to a young woman named Freja Hjall'r. Though Letholdus participated in many battles around the world and gained much wartime experience, he never came off as an aggressive man. Rather he was always friendly and fatherly to near everyone he met, it wasn't until he well into his forties that finally Freja and Hjall'r married officially though their level of affection for each other couldn't get any higher.


It was only a few years later that Freja passed from natural causes, Letholdus seemed to take it well however. He always believed everything happened for a reason and took refuge in knowing she was in a better place. From then on, Letholdus served as a city guard his old age often times mistaken for frailty and resulted in many a criminal receiving a beating.


Personality: Calm and collected, Letholdus is not a man to jump to conclusions. Even with all that is happening, he has never shown any hatred to elves as a whole, or even the Elves that were besieging the town. In his own words; "do they not fight for their own truths? Do they not love their children as fiercely as we do?" However this has not stifled his loyalty and Letholdus has dedicated himself to the defense of Acheron.


Skills: He is a skilled with arming swords and spears and his years of soldiering as made his body adept to the trials of war and sieges.


Weapons:

Arming Sword- A short sword used for quick slashes and deadly thrusts!


Sergeant's Spear- A medium length Spear to be used with both hands, capable of skewering foes from a distance.

Misc: Letholdus has no children or any living family, he is the last of his bloodline.

 

[Archon]

Name: Tunir


Race: Elven


Side: Elven Confederacy


Age: 211


Background:


Born to a middle-class Elven Blademaster, Tunir's own life path was already set, as his mother unfortunately passed away in child birth, his father was left to cope alone. Throughout Tunir's early childhood, his father taught him the many mythical tales of the Elves, the political structure of the Confederacy, basic swordsmanship and how they were descended from one of the legendary Elven Heroes of Old, thought to be only legend. These simple lessons birthed the ambition in Tunir's mind, and even when forced to undergo Academic training, to read and write, all the boy wanted to do - and did do when possible - was pretend to be 'Aglandir' The Hero he descended from.


Eventually, he left the phase of childhood, and entered his early Elven 'teenage' years, with reasonable knowledge on politics, and academics, he begged his father to train him. And so he did, for many years that is all they did, even when not being trained by his father, Tunir would practice alone, still pretending to be 'Aglandir', dreams of glory in battle, and heroism strengthening by the day. It wasn't long until Tunir surpassed his father, at which point - with his fathers blessing - he became a lone mercenary, the most dangerous job around. It took months to get single jobs at first, but as he got them; and completed them with ease, his renown grew, to the point where his talents were eventually sought after daily. Yet being an Elven mercenary was a double-edged sword, the low-class people, and other races in the Confederacy adored him as a savior, whereas the middle-class looked down upon him, and the high-class heavily disliked him.


Now however, with the war between Elf and Man taking a new turn, even Mercenaries are sought after, and though a single man, some Older Elf must have realized his ability, and one day he received a substantial anonymous payment; with a note of orders, to reach the Confederate main army, and await further instruction.


Personality:


Tunir has always felt the lust for glory, and battle. Though not bloodthirsty, he aspires to be a great hero, and most Elven heroes are either great Warriors, or Battle Mages. With very little magical ability, he choose the warrior path. Though not bloodthirsty, or merciless, his desire for glory often overshadows his normal feelings; truthfully he finds Confederacy to be wrong, yet he is blinded by his own ambition for greatness and the propaganda spoken by their leaders. Additionally, Tunir could be considered an Elven 'Knight', as he follows the core beliefs of an ancient Elven Hero of Old; Honor, Justice, Mercy, and Courage.


However being young, with aspirations to be a hero is not without its pitfalls; Tunir is incredibly independent, and dislikes following orders like a soldier, he isn't above directly disobeying orders, or even going against them completely. He's also prideful and overconfident to the point of stupidity, and is unable to resist individual challenges, duels are glorious to him. He'll almost always accept one.


Skills:


-An Elven Blademaster; unlike most Elves, Tunir has spent all his years perfecting Swordsmanship; forsaking practices in magic, and even basic archery, although he is also an excellent spear-thrower.


-Has the odd ability of being able to get away with things, either because of his reputation, father, or supposed ancestry.


-Tunir has excellent speed, and agility even for an elf as a result of his ambitions, he has never used a shield.


Weapons:


-A masterly-crafted Elven blade, passed throughout Tunir's family since the start of time itself. (or so he believes.) Its elegant, and light design makes it a brilliant slashing and parrying weapon, and exceptionally easy to use without fatigue. However it lacks the range of most blades.


-A small parrying blade in his offhand, used in place of a shield, is unable to block larger weapons or exceptionally strong humans.


-A large quiver holding four Javelins on his back. Used as a first strike, and to encumber shield users.


Misc: Supposedly descended from a Legendary Mythical Elven Hero by the name of 'Aglandir'.