Elriel Moonshadow
Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2014 11:24 am
First Name: Elriel
Last Name: Moonshadow
Appearance:
Race: Wild Elf
Age: 124
Height 5'7"
Weight: 128 lbs.
Eyes: light green, pierced brows with small silver loops
Hair: short blue-black bob with white tips
Ears: pointed ears, pierced with multiple silver loops
Skin: dark brown skin
Description: She normally wears light armour, mostly in natural colour. Her weapons are well used and cared for. A small necklace adorn her neck, the pendant seems to be a small bear standing on its hind limbs.
Personality Profile:
General Health: Very sturdy, quite the opposite from her elven brethren. But she still shows the light build and delicate face and hands her race is famous for.
Deity: Rillifane Rallathil
Totem: A bear
Initial Alignment: chaotic good
Profession: huntress
Base Class & Proposed Development: Barbarian, Bear Warrior
Habits/Hobbies: If hunting may be called her profession, then her hobby is certainly dancing and singing. Originally of a more shy nature, she displays herself as brash and impishly to dub her timidness.
Extra Languages: Common, Elvish, Shaaran
Weapon of Choice: Spear, Falchion and Longbow
Background: Elriel was born in the middle of chult to a small family of wild elven hunters. When she went on her ride of passage, she was captured by human slavers from Calimshan. Their ship crashed on the coast of Amn to their way to Luskan from there she went on her voyage to the north to find the head of the slaver's group and possibly depriving him or her of their foremost part ...
Goals: To clear Faerun of all slavers
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts:
A small story from one of her adventures after she fled the slavers in her own words:
Yesterday I met a strange man of a fighting order, they seem to be organised like priests and not like a warband. This human’s behaviour was not friendly in regard to the fact that I had to protect him – I believe he even thought me to be a dark one too.
But let me start at the beginning.
A new cult was discovered at this cementary on the left of the roat to candlekeep, it seems to be connected with Baal somehow. Again I was underground with Chat the hin when we met the others…
“Just state your names that I can tell you friend and you can fight beside me!”
My knees got weak, the human’s unwashed odour crashed over me like a wave.
I stared at the Paladins stubby face trying to make a decision. His words didn't insult me, maybe he overrated his own importance. He simply asked a question insinuating perhaps I had a problem of some sort. But I suffer the lesser folk gladly, they amuse me more than not . It took a couple seconds of internal debate but I decided not to smash my Bow over his head.
His voice was deadpan, “Just say it or else...”
I changed my mind and smiled wickedly, “We seldom tell our names – this is our way.” Hopefully he’ll accept this, we are not in a secure area here.
“... you will suffer the consequences.”
It was a beautiful Bow, I really like this one, “Why do we need a human anyway?” I asked Chat the quite silent rogue, “They’ll always screw everything up and cause problems.”
“Why don’t you speak? Do you spurn the light? Do you abet the dark” The great unwashed eyes became slits.
The Bow was custom made, light green with painted leaves and bear paws at the fitting. I considered garrotting him with the bow’s string, but a small sound made me look at one of the side entrances to the room.
Suffering the wraith of the Paladin had to wait I thought as countless undead swarmed us and our groups had to fight together or die bickering.
Last Name: Moonshadow
Appearance:
Race: Wild Elf
Age: 124
Height 5'7"
Weight: 128 lbs.
Eyes: light green, pierced brows with small silver loops
Hair: short blue-black bob with white tips
Ears: pointed ears, pierced with multiple silver loops
Skin: dark brown skin
Description: She normally wears light armour, mostly in natural colour. Her weapons are well used and cared for. A small necklace adorn her neck, the pendant seems to be a small bear standing on its hind limbs.
Personality Profile:
General Health: Very sturdy, quite the opposite from her elven brethren. But she still shows the light build and delicate face and hands her race is famous for.
Deity: Rillifane Rallathil
Totem: A bear
Initial Alignment: chaotic good
Profession: huntress
Base Class & Proposed Development: Barbarian, Bear Warrior
Habits/Hobbies: If hunting may be called her profession, then her hobby is certainly dancing and singing. Originally of a more shy nature, she displays herself as brash and impishly to dub her timidness.
Extra Languages: Common, Elvish, Shaaran
Weapon of Choice: Spear, Falchion and Longbow
Background: Elriel was born in the middle of chult to a small family of wild elven hunters. When she went on her ride of passage, she was captured by human slavers from Calimshan. Their ship crashed on the coast of Amn to their way to Luskan from there she went on her voyage to the north to find the head of the slaver's group and possibly depriving him or her of their foremost part ...
Goals: To clear Faerun of all slavers
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts:
A small story from one of her adventures after she fled the slavers in her own words:
Yesterday I met a strange man of a fighting order, they seem to be organised like priests and not like a warband. This human’s behaviour was not friendly in regard to the fact that I had to protect him – I believe he even thought me to be a dark one too.
But let me start at the beginning.
A new cult was discovered at this cementary on the left of the roat to candlekeep, it seems to be connected with Baal somehow. Again I was underground with Chat the hin when we met the others…
“Just state your names that I can tell you friend and you can fight beside me!”
My knees got weak, the human’s unwashed odour crashed over me like a wave.
I stared at the Paladins stubby face trying to make a decision. His words didn't insult me, maybe he overrated his own importance. He simply asked a question insinuating perhaps I had a problem of some sort. But I suffer the lesser folk gladly, they amuse me more than not . It took a couple seconds of internal debate but I decided not to smash my Bow over his head.
His voice was deadpan, “Just say it or else...”
I changed my mind and smiled wickedly, “We seldom tell our names – this is our way.” Hopefully he’ll accept this, we are not in a secure area here.
“... you will suffer the consequences.”
It was a beautiful Bow, I really like this one, “Why do we need a human anyway?” I asked Chat the quite silent rogue, “They’ll always screw everything up and cause problems.”
“Why don’t you speak? Do you spurn the light? Do you abet the dark” The great unwashed eyes became slits.
The Bow was custom made, light green with painted leaves and bear paws at the fitting. I considered garrotting him with the bow’s string, but a small sound made me look at one of the side entrances to the room.
Suffering the wraith of the Paladin had to wait I thought as countless undead swarmed us and our groups had to fight together or die bickering.