Fildith Coppertop

[narcaleptic]

First Name: Fildith
Last Name: Coppertop

Appearance: Toned muscular structure, wears studded leather dyed brown with some black,
Dyed turtle shell helm, club hangs from his belt loop with bow in hand, severe burn Scars
cover his face neck and upper chest
Race: Wood elf
Age: 21
Height 5'6"
Weight: 114
Eyes: Light yellow
Hair: Brown
Facial Hair Style: none

Personality Profile:

General Health: average health can fight off most sicknesses with few days of bed rest.
Deity: Solonor
Initial Alignment: Chaotic good
Profession: Keeper of the wilds
Base Class & Proposed Development: ranger/sorcerer/arcane archer
Habits/Hobbies: Poetry, story telling, meditation, bowcrafting, hunting, fishing, nature walking,
writing.
Languages: Common, elvish,
Weapon of Choice: The longbow

Background: One would sing this tune in its own words, and tell a tale of fildith's history. One was born to elven woman of great chaisma Asmeraya Coppertop, she had hair of golden locks that hung down her back and eye's that even the gods would envey. Unfortantly I never was able to meet her.. she died in child birth but, ones father Fildith coppertop Senior told me many stories of her. Ones father was not around much but, I do not blame him an important elf was he indeed, so grugber ironhand a dwarven commoner of all things was my mentor in my younger seasons. He schooled me in many things, and showed me that no matter the past differances
of races in whole, we are all the same. Alast ones 8th season arrived and the time to train as a sorcerer under my father had come, one was excited to learn the arts my father practiced. Winter turned to spring and spring turned to summer and soon enough one's 10th season was here. My father watched my progress and decided that I was learning far to fast to be his apprentice and, told me of a man whom I we were to seek out for the rest of my training. To bags and boots we fleed and a journey one has never embarked on before began. We traveled deep into the forest of sharp teeth
to seek this sorcerer in need of a appentice..... but I never met him.... On are 4th day of travel me and my father found areselves surrounded by trolls, Hungry were they indeed. taking up his staff my father song his final song, and battled these trolls so fiercly one would think it drew the eye's of gods to him, but as combat raged on my father grew weaker... and weaker... sacroficing himself to place me from harms path. Finaly the battle died down low and all but one troll remained out of seventeen. my father fell to his knee's bracing himself with his mighty staff and looked to me with weary eye's. He said to me, and this I will never forget. *fildith senior* *smiles* In the end my son we think of the begining and deeds that
have passed before us, if there is one thing you should know... *caughs blood, shaking to keep himself from falling* it is are duty to try no matter what the outcome may be. *staff slowly slips and he slomps over agianst a tree* I will not be able to help you agianst this one my son... im sorry... im.... *fildith junior* he had died before my very eye's... one did not even think such a thing possible, I stared at him for what seemed days.... *thud... thud...* the sound of two large feet aproaching. *troll* Youz no have help no morez little onez! *laughs* Ragnork eatz you now! I looked up to see a tower of green flesh standing an easy ten feet over my own head, casting a shadow that could blot out the sun. Scared stiff with fear I thought of my fathers last words, One must try... I took up my fathers staff and slid between the trolls legs coming out behind him. the beast tryed grabing me from between its legs. To my suprised it turned and backhanded me to the ground quicker than one imagened it could. Weary with fear and seeing double I looked up at the troll, It smiled and begain to laugh at me. One took his fathers staff and thrusted it to the beasts
knee CAAN ANIRA TYEAMAM EO OCILSA NYELLAYSU AEY! in the common tongue it ment let the power of fire consume you. Light and fire of a
spell beyond my power set loose flames that rose up and out exploding and seting the troll completly on fire...... and myself. I layed burned and unable to move, sliping away into nights cold embrace. *bushes moving*..... *a sound of thunder* I awoke for but a moment to seen a face of a tree! It spoke to me. *treant* cooome noow liittle one deeeeeep to the woods does one go.... *passes out* I dont know how long one was out but, when awakening I felt..... safe. Through the brush a pond appeared and I began to clean myself when the waters reflection revealed my face. It was burned, burned so horribly I could no longer recongize myself, scars covered my face but healed where they all. Since awakening I felt... differant... The tree's no longer sounded the same, the wind seemed to almost sing a song
and even animals looked at me with indifferance, and for once... I did not fear the wild beasts. I explored the forest one now called home
for many months and found nothing but more tree's, and from a small elven boy with limited sorcerer powers I grew into a elven man of nature's
fury. I learned to live off the land and to hunt with a bow, one even learned of balance and neutarlity. Until ones 18th season I found myself
in a colder land where the tree's slept and Auril's cold embrace griped a icy hand on everything. Half frozen I stumbled through the sleeping forest
through snow 3 feet deep, for days I had senced someone... or somthing was following or watching me. I came across a cave on the side of a rockface and decided to stay the night. *ocilsa* a small cantrip sparked a fire and I covered myself in my cloak shivering. *moaning... Echo* I heard a beast coming from deep inside the cave and soon after the Howl of a wolf. Crawling carfully through the cave I cast a light spell on a small rock and consealed it under my cloak to dim the effects, One came across a small cavern and spoted a pup of a wolf huging the body of a much larger wolf. From the looks of it the mother wolf had been slain for many days and the pup was left for dead, I looked into the small pups eye's and saw the same wearyness that was in the eye's of my father before he died. At first the pup was very shy but after some time... and a little food it came to me willing and curled up into a small ice white ball around my feet, One stroked its head and named him Shivers. A morning light reflected off the snow from outside and down into the cave *bark! bark!* Startled I awoke and turned to see two small humanoid shadows in the light of the cave opening. *goblin* Yes yes! fresh meats for us brother! The little dog has its self a elf now! *licking its lips* mmmm... one doesnt taste such sweetness in much time! attack! The goblin brothers rushed down swift with weapons of man in there hands I went for my bow when a cone of magical frost beltched out from Shivers mouth and froze the monsters solid *shivers looks at Fildith wagging his tail* I smiled and kicked both goblins shattering them into but small shards of ice on the cavern floor. with my newly found companion circling my feet we walked to the surface heading west like always through the mountains, brawling are way to a new land far from where one started,Or so I thought. As we crested the final mountain top I looked into the distance spoting a coast of thick green and blue, and a road... a road that lead to Baldur's gate.

Goals: Balancing the lands of the sword coast, Saving in need travelers in the roadside, learning more of nature and the creatures of its world, slaying evil that would
seek to destroy the balance of nature.

Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts: Learning more of the underdark and the evil that lies there, Unfolding curruption in the cities and
guilds around the sword coast. Hunting dragons not for the kill but to speak to them and learn or there part in nature.

[Luna]

[Passiflora]

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