Celasorsan Longfeather

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Celasoran Longfeather
Wild elf
Battle rager (frenzy/ barbarian/ fighter)
Size massive for an elf
weight .well toned and no fat
body markings over thirty tattoos scars on his body from his wrists from being chains while he was a slave. His left ear pointed tip is missing from his battle for the right of becoming chief of his home tribe.
Personality is shown to be an angry but in Doron Amar his true nature is seen. He holds honor high in his heart and if it is an oath made either by blood or he gives his word he will never break those things.
History: Celasorsan kept most of his past life hidden from all of his people in Doron Amar and most of his friends also. If asked he tells a little of his youth and of his father and of his people's ways. Until recently he kept the fact he had an adoptive son that he rescued from a raised wood elf village and reared the infant boy till he was 106 when he set out to become a great warrior. He has spoke little on his father's cruelty to him and his half-sister Seladine that went missing nine months ago while being part of Doron. Cela has also had troubles dealing with his past that it drove him insane from trying to let the past go. His anger was very high then but each time he got upset he suffered from great depression which made him feel weak inside but as most savage elves this is a great fear to them. He fought in ggreat battles and on on in particular his mental stability caused him to not to seek out the healing and his wounds got infected then caused him to have a great fever. And while a friend of his from Doron was aiding him to become better they were not able to see that the camp was surrounded by Amnian scouts that killed the smaller one and took the massive elf to their camp and on the way there they said we should just sell this beast and make some coin. So they sought out a slaver that bought im and took the poor Cela to Thay while on the way there his fever broke and started to regain his strength. The slaver sold him to a greedy Thayan that wanted to make him a prized fighter and forced him not to speak in common tongue and was chained to a wall while an orc pit boss beat Cela to get his jollies and made him tough. But while he was doing this Cel was remembering the rage techniques that Dajala Silverleaf helped him to acquire and the training was given to him by Tyreesan of the sword. His fame sky rocketed and was dubbed "The Bear From Hell". On the eve of his last battle the slave owner said call me master worm and Cel did not. So the orc hit him each time he refused. The owner fed up by this stubborn elf told the Orc kill him. As the owner walked away the orc had his back to the savage now feral rager and with his anger higher than ever before broke his bounds as the orc hearing turned to see a savage brute growling and frothing at the mouth. The last words the orc spoke was Please don... as Cel snapped his neck. Gathering the gear that was stored in the storage that was used in the last gladiatorial fight of Cela taking the keys off the orc unlocked the chest with the gear. Taking a sword and not much else started to make his way to the master of this home. First guard was walking towards the stairs and a single stab threw the back of his neck. Making his way threw the halls killing all the guards and telling the other servants to flee but they could not understand him and was in fear at the sight of the elf now covered in blood and sinew of the guard he brutally slaughtered. Till he found the master and with one growl the man's heart stopped. Making his way from the home now early morning found a sewer entrance and made his way threw them till he saw light ahead and fell out of them now exhausted he crawled to the banks of the water/ sewage drain. His eyes hazy from lack of rest and weak from the battles and hunger rips threw his body. Crawled to the wilds passing out every thousand feet . As he rested he saw a stream not polluted by the stench of the city he left. He drank the water and saw the sight of him filthy like an animal or orc. Started to wash off his body. Three months after his escape he made it back to Doron Amar where Laya saw him eating the scraps off a table out side grabbing fruit barely the elf he was before. She asked him if this elf was the same ef that fought in the Amnian Border Wars. Cel shook his head yes. Barely able to speak and forgot the words in common that he learned before he was captured. He pointed to a tree stand and said Rest in elven she agreed seeing his body covered in hides of game that was ripped to shreds from his trek to Doron.
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