Full name: Eilondruil Eldanyar
Age: 130 years
Race: Elven, copper elf
Sex: Male
Date of birth: Nightal 10, 1229
Place of birth: High Forest outskirts(Silver Marches)
Alignment: Good
Patron deity: Corellon Larethian
Profession: Battlefield Historian(Lore: History), mediocre cook
Classes: Fighter/Champion of Corellon Larethian
Primary language: Elven, (few more selection will be selected after spending certain amount of time to learn them)
Secondary language: Abyssal
Physical Appearance
Three lines of deep scars close to his left eye tells a story of an abyssal fight that left a permanent mark on his face and cursed with the language. He is 5 feet 7 inches tall, skinny, slim and thin. Eilon looks like a mediocre elven child that had trained hard to be stronger and seen battle during his days. His skin is brown copperish hence always called and known as copper elf though only his eye is dark green in color. Occasionally slip red flowers between his nature circlet that he brings from his hometown. He carries few weapons on his back, surprisingly including a huge tome recording history as it unveils and an elven shield on his side. It is noticeable that he has smoky black war paint circling his eye.
Demeanor and Psychological description
Shy, mundane, always feel less attractive and shows his non scarred right side face instead of his left side, afraid that people will ask how he got that deep wound from abyssal scarring. He is not known to engage if there are nothing note of importance to remember. Despite his shyness and lack confrontational, he is attracted to historical events especially elven history like moth to a light, he is keen to seek other information giver, not afraid to ask question and write history in his huge tome he carries on his back.
Religious views:
As a follower of Corellon Larethian, he believes that one must have an endless willingness to learn from others, observing with wise mind and intellectual reaction and reason.
Ancestor:
Descended from High Forest elven ancestry
Biography
Family
Father : Eoril Eldanyare
A record keeper back in his hometown.
Mother: Tandriel Rassarra
Herb gatherer and faithful loving mother.
Brother: Lagonass
The black sheep in the family, always causing mischief and ruckus. Comes back home bloodied and bruised, always being scolded by father but backed by loving mother. Eilondruil always had to carry him home every time he found Lagonass lying half dead in the woods thus also being scolded by father. Lagonass soon become Eilondruil dark side of the coin as he felt neglected even when his family and community are always concerned about him.
History
During his birth, his neck was strung by the umbilical cord that render him breathless. He was lucky to be alive but fell sick throughout his childhood, most of his days are spent with fever, cough, and lying on the leaves herbs made by his loving mother. Eoril shelter him with stories of his work, how he keep them scrolls and what transpires throughout the days and Tandriel cheering him with her ever relentless stories of what she is capable of cooking, and how she would serve them tasty food.
Eventually he grows adolescent but the fever does not go away. Eoril the father had to seek the local temple priest, he had to go to the temple occasionally and spend few decades together with the priest, praying and contemplating of what to do towards his sickly child. One night, a bright light shone upon the temple altar when Eoril almost passed on the floor due to tiredness. With his last energy, he grabbed upon the light on the altar, his vision was foggy and in a short while, he became unconscious. He wakes up in his home with his sickly son in his arm with the presence of the priest, his wife and his other child. The priest tells him that he passed out and whisper in another voice uttering the words over and over again "this is not a gift, this is a reminder of compassion and grace. Wear the ring unto your sickly child, if he has no grace nor strong compassion towards you and me, it will be his burden to bear". Opening his arm, there was a ring from the light that he grabbed that he put on Eilondruil. Eilondruil was presented a mystical ring that would allow him vitality and vigor to the wearer imbued by partially the historical knowledge of his own father. It is barely just enough to make Eilondruil not sick anymore and live a normal adolescent life. He spends his teenage days carrying his always bruised and wounded brother Lagonass, cutting the woods for his mother to cook hence gaining strength gradually, and learning from his father the natural ways of writing records.
Item already in possession: Mystical Ring
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Future
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Heirloom item
-A rapier weapon made from Alchemical Silver that minor rejuvenate the wearer when hit. It is said that it belongs to once a great elven fencer who fought against lots of orcs and their worg riders.
-A huge Elven Shield that mirrors and diffuse spells from affecting the wearer left by the necromancer terrorizing the forest, the more it is being used, the stronger the spell resistance will be against magics and saves the user greatly.
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Plot hooks
-Anything related to cooking, a sense of taste excites him especially if its fusion and new, cooking books.
-History, old and new especially elven history and the surrounding areas that allows him to meet others. (((The player is a noob at elven lore so need to learn a lot)))
-wise and intellectual conversation, though not too deep into insanity.
-repelling orcs and worg riders
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