Elvithrar Tir'ein's Biography.
Posted: Mon Jun 24, 2013 3:54 am
Elvithrar Tir'ein's character template.
Gender: Male
Race: Sun Elf
Height: Five foot four inches.
Weight: 120 lbs.
Hair Color: Golden.
Eye Color:Gold.
Skin color:Sun-kissed.
Deity: Corellon Larathien
Appearance:
Elvithrar is accustomed to wearing comfortable long flowing robes with golden filigree, he carries a satchel containing his neatly organized scrolls and whatever various magical instruments he may carry inside. When pondering over spells he uses a supple leather bound spell tome gifted to him from his Father. He's a handsome man, but nothing overly chiseled (14 Charisma); high cheekbones, a well rounded jaw, a straight narrow nose, and full lips. Like many of his kind he lacks any facial hair. He carries a staff, magical or not.
Overall, he's a very clean and presentable elf.
Oft times he travels with his familiar, a cat which seem's more clever than your average mouse chaser.
Background:
Elvithrar was born into the noble family of house Tir'ein, one of the houses responsible for island security and magical augmentation of its defenses. A very respectable position. He had one sibling, a sister, a very prominent archaeologist whom vanished under mysterious circumstances while she was on an expedition with other Sun Elves on the sword coast. No trace was ever found of her or the team, and the reasons why they went are a highly guarded secret. After his sister's disappearance he noted the change in his father, and how cold and despondent he became. From there it was only a matter of time before he and his father would have a day of reckoning.
His childhood was preordained, his father was already a well established Arch-wizard and his mother a priestess of Corellon Larethian. From as far back as he can remember, the tedium of studying books stacked as tall as mountains were his bread and butter. Constant instruction and lectures were his sustenance, and the hunger for knowledge grew. Many agreed, Elvithrar would become the Sion of his house, and grow into one of the most powerful mages the isle had ever seen. Elvithrar however, was less than pleased with this mapped out plan for his life. He wanted to make his own choices, follow his own path. After a heated argument with his father, he was called selfish and ungrateful for daring to question his role in Tel'Quessir society. It was "irresponsible" to turn his back on his people.
Up until that point, Elvithrar thought his fate was sealed, to become a wizard of Evermeet and only for Evermeet. He wanted more, a life of significance outside this blissful existence of safety and political stagnation. He would never turn his back on his people, he simply wanted the chance to act for himself, not be ushered along for his father's idea of what was best for him.
This caused Elvithrar to reject his fathers plans whole heartedly. He became convinced his father only wanted to use him as a tool for his own political agenda. His spirit was calling out for more, to see the world, right wrongs, and become someone truly dependable not only for the benefit of elves, but for the realm itself.
As he stormed out of the Tower of Constance, his father's stomping grounds, he made for the temple of Corellon Larethian. The temple was a safe haven for him, a place to think clearly without others hounding him. He prayed to his God for guidance, desperate for a way out of his bondage.
As he sat there on one of the pews, he realized that the only way to gain his father's respect was to overshadow him, truly prove he could survive on his own volition. Suddenly, his mother sat beside him, and wrapped a slender arm around him.
"Elvithrar.. I know you, I could see it on your face the moment you stepped inside the temple." Her voice was soft, calm, not condescending, which surprised him. It was like she was telling him she wanted him to go. He turned his head to look at her.
"Mother?" He asked solemnly, unsure, he only knew his mother as a simple preacher of the faith... perhaps he was wrong about that.
Her radiant green eye's bore into his, "You have a fire within you my son, one that cannot be sated here on the Green Isle. I've been granted guidance by his holiness... you will not know peace within yourself unless you allow yourself the chance to explore this wide world. See its wonders, feel its tides, and then decide if you belong with us."
She looked away then, sadness growing in her eyes. "You cannot return unless you are certain, heart and soul, that this is your place. I knew it when you were younger, always sneaking out to explore the island, from shore to shore. When you finally uplifted every rock you became distant, unruly... difficult." She looked back to him.
"You have a choice to make, here and now... stay and accept your role, or leave, and face the possibility you'll never see me again, or your father."
Elvithrar shivered, the truth cut to his soul, to his bones. What shook him the most was how easy the decision came to him, but he didn't regret it. "A ship is leaving for the human city Baldur's Gate, and I want to be on it."
His mother stood, mithral chain mail chiming from rising. Her features were like nothing he'd ever seen before, "Go then, and make your mark upon the world. Bring honor to our house, if you fall, our line dies with you. The world is dangerous Elvithrar, no matter what you believe. You'll find tragedy, cruelty, and unimaginable evil. If you can overcome these things, you will truly be the Sion of our house, and your people will welcome you back with open arms. Until then, I declare Evermeet closed to you. Go."
She then turned, and Elvithrar could swear he saw pain in her expression before her back was turned. As she stood in front of the massive alter of their deity, he rose himself, and began for the door. His footsteps echoed off the marble tiles, the only sound in the massive columned temple. Before he got outside, his mother made a shocking revelation. Her voice echoed like a thousand voices.
"Find your sister."
He froze, his emotions overwhelming him as if he'd plunged into an icy cold lake. He stood rigid, but then managed the best response he could.
"I will." His words echoed back, as if sealing it in blood among the most holy place his people coveted.
Soon after, he found himself on the Sea of Swords, headed towards his new life... his mother's words haunted him, how could she possibly be alive? He could only hope, desperately, to find her; otherwise, he'd never be able to face his mother, or Evermeet, again.
His personal desires suddenly seemed very small, and immature at that moment. There may have been some kernels of truth in his fathers words after-all, and if he didn't succeed, he'd bring great embarrassment and dishonor to his people. He vowed then and there, at the prow of the Spirit Wind, to not let that happen.
Languages: Elven, Arcane, common, draconic, Sylvan, Treant, Netherese.
Weapon of Choice: Plain staff or magical one
Goals: Grow in arcane power and search for clues regarding his sister's whereabouts
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts: Possibly something about the elven expedition, why was it so secret and what their mission was for Evermeet
Gender: Male
Race: Sun Elf
Height: Five foot four inches.
Weight: 120 lbs.
Hair Color: Golden.
Eye Color:Gold.
Skin color:Sun-kissed.
Deity: Corellon Larathien
Appearance:
Elvithrar is accustomed to wearing comfortable long flowing robes with golden filigree, he carries a satchel containing his neatly organized scrolls and whatever various magical instruments he may carry inside. When pondering over spells he uses a supple leather bound spell tome gifted to him from his Father. He's a handsome man, but nothing overly chiseled (14 Charisma); high cheekbones, a well rounded jaw, a straight narrow nose, and full lips. Like many of his kind he lacks any facial hair. He carries a staff, magical or not.
Overall, he's a very clean and presentable elf.
Oft times he travels with his familiar, a cat which seem's more clever than your average mouse chaser.
Background:
Elvithrar was born into the noble family of house Tir'ein, one of the houses responsible for island security and magical augmentation of its defenses. A very respectable position. He had one sibling, a sister, a very prominent archaeologist whom vanished under mysterious circumstances while she was on an expedition with other Sun Elves on the sword coast. No trace was ever found of her or the team, and the reasons why they went are a highly guarded secret. After his sister's disappearance he noted the change in his father, and how cold and despondent he became. From there it was only a matter of time before he and his father would have a day of reckoning.
His childhood was preordained, his father was already a well established Arch-wizard and his mother a priestess of Corellon Larethian. From as far back as he can remember, the tedium of studying books stacked as tall as mountains were his bread and butter. Constant instruction and lectures were his sustenance, and the hunger for knowledge grew. Many agreed, Elvithrar would become the Sion of his house, and grow into one of the most powerful mages the isle had ever seen. Elvithrar however, was less than pleased with this mapped out plan for his life. He wanted to make his own choices, follow his own path. After a heated argument with his father, he was called selfish and ungrateful for daring to question his role in Tel'Quessir society. It was "irresponsible" to turn his back on his people.
Up until that point, Elvithrar thought his fate was sealed, to become a wizard of Evermeet and only for Evermeet. He wanted more, a life of significance outside this blissful existence of safety and political stagnation. He would never turn his back on his people, he simply wanted the chance to act for himself, not be ushered along for his father's idea of what was best for him.
This caused Elvithrar to reject his fathers plans whole heartedly. He became convinced his father only wanted to use him as a tool for his own political agenda. His spirit was calling out for more, to see the world, right wrongs, and become someone truly dependable not only for the benefit of elves, but for the realm itself.
As he stormed out of the Tower of Constance, his father's stomping grounds, he made for the temple of Corellon Larethian. The temple was a safe haven for him, a place to think clearly without others hounding him. He prayed to his God for guidance, desperate for a way out of his bondage.
As he sat there on one of the pews, he realized that the only way to gain his father's respect was to overshadow him, truly prove he could survive on his own volition. Suddenly, his mother sat beside him, and wrapped a slender arm around him.
"Elvithrar.. I know you, I could see it on your face the moment you stepped inside the temple." Her voice was soft, calm, not condescending, which surprised him. It was like she was telling him she wanted him to go. He turned his head to look at her.
"Mother?" He asked solemnly, unsure, he only knew his mother as a simple preacher of the faith... perhaps he was wrong about that.
Her radiant green eye's bore into his, "You have a fire within you my son, one that cannot be sated here on the Green Isle. I've been granted guidance by his holiness... you will not know peace within yourself unless you allow yourself the chance to explore this wide world. See its wonders, feel its tides, and then decide if you belong with us."
She looked away then, sadness growing in her eyes. "You cannot return unless you are certain, heart and soul, that this is your place. I knew it when you were younger, always sneaking out to explore the island, from shore to shore. When you finally uplifted every rock you became distant, unruly... difficult." She looked back to him.
"You have a choice to make, here and now... stay and accept your role, or leave, and face the possibility you'll never see me again, or your father."
Elvithrar shivered, the truth cut to his soul, to his bones. What shook him the most was how easy the decision came to him, but he didn't regret it. "A ship is leaving for the human city Baldur's Gate, and I want to be on it."
His mother stood, mithral chain mail chiming from rising. Her features were like nothing he'd ever seen before, "Go then, and make your mark upon the world. Bring honor to our house, if you fall, our line dies with you. The world is dangerous Elvithrar, no matter what you believe. You'll find tragedy, cruelty, and unimaginable evil. If you can overcome these things, you will truly be the Sion of our house, and your people will welcome you back with open arms. Until then, I declare Evermeet closed to you. Go."
She then turned, and Elvithrar could swear he saw pain in her expression before her back was turned. As she stood in front of the massive alter of their deity, he rose himself, and began for the door. His footsteps echoed off the marble tiles, the only sound in the massive columned temple. Before he got outside, his mother made a shocking revelation. Her voice echoed like a thousand voices.
"Find your sister."
He froze, his emotions overwhelming him as if he'd plunged into an icy cold lake. He stood rigid, but then managed the best response he could.
"I will." His words echoed back, as if sealing it in blood among the most holy place his people coveted.
Soon after, he found himself on the Sea of Swords, headed towards his new life... his mother's words haunted him, how could she possibly be alive? He could only hope, desperately, to find her; otherwise, he'd never be able to face his mother, or Evermeet, again.
His personal desires suddenly seemed very small, and immature at that moment. There may have been some kernels of truth in his fathers words after-all, and if he didn't succeed, he'd bring great embarrassment and dishonor to his people. He vowed then and there, at the prow of the Spirit Wind, to not let that happen.
Languages: Elven, Arcane, common, draconic, Sylvan, Treant, Netherese.
Weapon of Choice: Plain staff or magical one
Goals: Grow in arcane power and search for clues regarding his sister's whereabouts
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts: Possibly something about the elven expedition, why was it so secret and what their mission was for Evermeet