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PCs:Victoria

2012-06-08T19:53:36Z

Bidocks:

== Victoria DeVitale ==

[[Image:vicky.jpg|thumb|300px|left]]

{{PC}}

{| style="background: #DDFFFF; margin-left: 1em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; width=75%

<br>
<br>
*'''Race: Human'''
*'''Gender:Female'''
*'''Age: 18'''
*'''Birthplace: Unknown, Petitioner on Hala'''
*'''Height: 5'6"'''
*'''Hair Color: Brunette'''
*'''Eye Color: Sparkling Green'''
*'''Overall Physical Description: Beautiful face, curvy, well toned figure. "well built" as some might say.'''
<br>
|}

<div align="justify">

<br>

'''Personality'''<br>
Vicky is friendly, curious, bawdy, fun, outgoing, bubbly, talkative and sometimes crude. She can also can be very loyal, respectful, honest, and trusting. Spend enough time with her, and you'll find more than a pretty face and a bottle of wine.

<br>

'''History'''<br>
Not much is known about her past, she has "flash memories", that only last a second or so. These have included dancing, singing, and fighting. In various degrees. More recently, she has dreams, sometimes she's a pirate, others she seems more like a guard. She can't help but wonder about them, but mostly disregards them as simply dreams. She came to Hala as a Petitioner, so she found out, and has no idea where she is actually from. She seems to have some skill and training in the use of a rapier, proven by Brynja, during a meeting at the Tower of Iron Will.

'''Present Day'''<br>

Vicky has made friends, gotten into some trouble, gotten drunk, learned she can actually fight, and cast a few spells. She's also trying to remember who she is. She can be found with her friends, Kildera Leonseph, Jayem Dareau, and Alexis Dufresne Montjoie. She is also anxious to add to this list.

Recently, Victoria offered to help a little girl named Petal in the Village of Naldanskar. Petal had some sort of uncurable curse on her and was about to die from it. Victoria offered up a large amount of her life force to save Petal, and in doing so, was severely weakened and the curse was transferred to her. Since that time, she has been researching metalworking methods to discover a long lost alloy of metals to re-create a legendary sword, wielded by the one who may have created the curse. This adventure has brought her to the lengths of what she can endure, physically and mentally, and is still ongoing. The sword has been forged, and mysterious gems added and now it is completed. The sword, with its swirling metal, is now called 'Argenta' and seems to respond amazingly well to Victoria's movements. Still, the 'Old One' awaits. Where all this will lead her, perhaps only Thor knows.

(Jump ahead a month or so)

Graevorn has been defeated and the curse lifted. Graevorn found her and tested her to a game of hide and seek. His shadowy creations blocked the path and killed many, sending several to the halls, some more than once. Many friends came to help her defeat this ancient evil, and in the end, he created a clone of her, dubbed "Evil Vicky" which she herself had to defeat while her friends stood by and could do nothing but watch, since they were paralyzed by Graevorn. The battle went on with neither giving sway, they matched each other blow for blow, until Thor touched Argenta, and His lightning came down from the heavens. Victoria was able to finally defeat her evil clone and Thor accepted her as a Daughter. She found an amulet and robes had been left for her but no one could tell her by whom. She is pretty sure she knows.

'''Vicky's Journal'''<br>
[http://www.ysgard.org/viewtopic.php?t=9626]

[[Category:PCs:Victoria]]

PCs:Victoria

2012-05-22T16:37:59Z

Bidocks: /* Victoria DeVitale */

== Victoria DeVitale ==

[[Image:vicky.jpg|thumb|300px|left]]

{{PC}}

{| style="background: #DDFFFF; margin-left: 1em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; width=75%

<br>
<br>
*'''Race: Human'''
*'''Gender:Female'''
*'''Age: 18'''
*'''Birthplace: Unknown, Petitioner on Hala'''
*'''Height: 5'6"'''
*'''Hair Color: Brunette'''
*'''Eye Color: Sparkling Green'''
*'''Overall Physical Description: Beautiful face, curvy, well toned figure. "well built" as some might say.'''
<br>
|}

<div align="justify">

<br>

'''Personality'''<br>
Vicky is friendly, curious, bawdy, fun, outgoing, bubbly, talkative and sometimes crude. She can also can be very loyal, respectful, honest, and trusting. Spend enough time with her, and you'll find more than a pretty face and a bottle of wine.

<br>

'''History'''<br>
Not much is known about her past, she has "flash memories", that only last a second or so. These have included dancing, singing, and fighting. In various degrees. More recently, she has dreams, sometimes she's a pirate, others she seems more like a guard. She can't help but wonder about them, but mostly disregards them as simply dreams. She came to Hala as a Petitioner, so she found out, and has no idea where she is actually from. She seems to have some skill and training in the use of a rapier, proven by Brynja, during a meeting at the Tower of Iron Will.

'''Present Day'''<br>

Vicky has made friends, gotten into some trouble, gotten drunk, learned she can actually fight, and cast a few spells. She's also trying to remember who she is. She can be found with her friends, Kildera Leonseph, Jayem Dareau, and Alexis Dufresne Montjoie. She is also anxious to add to this list.

Recently, Victoria offered to help a little girl named Petal in the Village of Naldanskar. Petal had some sort of uncurable curse on her and was about to die from it. Victoria offered up a large amount of her life force to save Petal, and in doing so, was severely weakened and the curse was transferred to her. Since that time, she has been researching metalworking methods to discover a long lost alloy of metals to re-create a legendary sword, wielded by the one who may have created the curse. This adventure has brought her to the lengths of what she can endure, physically and mentally, and is still ongoing. The sword has been forged, and mysterious gems added and now it is completed. The sword, with its swirling metal, is now called 'Argenta' and seems to respond amazingly well to Victoria's movements. Still, the 'Old One' awaits. Where all this will lead her, perhaps only Thor knows.

'''Vicky's Journal'''<br>
[http://www.ysgard.org/viewtopic.php?t=9626]

[[Category:PCs:Victoria]]

PCs:Victoria

2012-05-16T15:45:24Z

Bidocks:

== Victoria DeVitale ==

[[Image:vicky.jpg|thumb|300px|left]]

{{PC}}

{| style="background: #DDFFFF; margin-left: 1em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; width=75%

<br>
<br>
*'''Race: Human'''
*'''Gender:Female'''
*'''Age: 18'''
*'''Birthplace: Unknown, Petitioner on Hala'''
*'''Height: 5'6"'''
*'''Hair Color: Brunette'''
*'''Eye Color: Sparkling Green'''
*'''Overall Physical Description: Beautiful face, curvy, well toned figure. "well built" as some might say.'''
<br>
|}

<div align="justify">

<br>

'''Personality'''<br>
Vicky is friendly, curious, bawdy, fun, outgoing, bubbly, talkative and sometimes crude. She can also can be very loyal, respectful, honest, and trusting. Spend enough time with her, and you'll find more than a pretty face and a bottle of wine.

<br>

'''History'''<br>
Not much is known about her past, she has "flash memories", that only last a second or so. These have included dancing, singing, and fighting. In various degrees. More recently, she has dreams, sometimes she's a pirate, others she seems more like a guard. She can't help but wonder about them, but mostly disregards them as simply dreams. She came to Hala as a Petitioner, so she found out, and has no idea where she is actually from. She seems to have some skill and training in the use of a rapier, proven by Brynja, during a meeting at the Tower of Iron Will.

'''Present Day'''<br>

Vicky has made friends, gotten into some trouble, gotten drunk, learned she can actually fight, and cast a few spells. She's also trying to remember who she is. She can be found with her friends, Kildera Leonseph, Jayem Dareau, and Alexis Dufresne Montjoie. She is also anxious to add to this list.

Recently, Victoria offered to help a little girl named Petal in the Village of Naldanskar. Petal had some sort of uncurable curse on her and was about to die from it. Victoria offered up a large amount of her life force to save Petal, and in doing so, was severely weakened and the curse was transferred to her. Since that time, she has been researching metalworking methods to discover a long lost alloy of metals to re-create a legendary sword, wielded by the one who may have created the curse. This adventure has brought her to the lengths of what she can endure, physically and mentally, and is still ongoing. The sword has been forged, but not completed. She trains herself and the sword to be one, focusing the energies toward a common goal. Where all this will lead her, perhaps only Thor knows.

'''Vicky's Journal'''<br>
[http://www.ysgard.org/viewtopic.php?t=9626]

[[Category:PCs:Victoria]]

PCs:Victoria

2012-04-17T17:47:53Z

Bidocks: /* Victoria DeVitale */

PCs:Victoria

2012-04-17T16:04:35Z

Bidocks: /* Victoria DeVitale */

PCs:Victoria

2012-04-17T15:58:39Z

Bidocks: /* Victoria DeVitale */

File:Vicky.jpg

2012-04-17T15:49:55Z

Bidocks:

PCs:Victoria

2012-04-17T15:49:23Z

Bidocks: /* Victoria DeVitale */

PCs:Victoria

2012-04-17T15:31:49Z

Bidocks: /* Victoria DeVitale */

== Victoria DeVitale ==

[[Image:Nixi.jpg|thumb|300px|left]]

{{PC}}

{| style="background: #DDFFFF; margin-left: 1em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; width=75%

<br>
<br>
*'''Race: Human'''
*'''Gender:Female'''
*'''Age: 18'''
*'''Birthplace: Unknown, Petitioner on Hala'''
*'''Height: 5'6"'''
*'''Hair Color: Brunette'''
*'''Eye Color: Sparklling Green'''
*'''Overall Physical Description: Curvy, well toned figure. "well built" as some might say.'''
<br>
|}

<div align="justify">

<br>

'''Personality'''<br>

<br>

'''History'''<br>

'''Present Day'''<br>

'''Nixi's Random thoughts'''<br>
[http://avlis.org/viewtopic.php?f=159&t=126062]

[[Category:PCs|Nixiana]]

PCs:Victoria

2012-04-11T15:51:29Z

Bidocks: Created page with "== Victoria DeVitale == left {{PC}} {| style="background: #DDFFFF; margin-left: 1em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; width=75% <br> <br> *'''Race: Nansh..."

== Victoria DeVitale ==

[[Image:Nixi.jpg|thumb|300px|left]]

{{PC}}

{| style="background: #DDFFFF; margin-left: 1em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; width=75%

<br>
<br>
*'''Race: Nanshin'''
*'''Gender:Female'''
*'''Age: 120'''
*'''Birthplace: T'Nanshi'''
*'''Height: 4'11"'''
*'''Hair Color: Blonde'''
*'''Eye Color: Vibrant Green'''
*'''Overall Physical Description: Slender, pretty, well toned, dancer's type figure. Tends to wear woodland colors, browns, greens and golds.'''
<br>
|}

<div align="justify">

<br>

'''Personality'''<br>

<br>

'''History'''<br>

'''Present Day'''<br>

'''Nixi's Random thoughts'''<br>
[http://avlis.org/viewtopic.php?f=159&t=126062]

[[Category:PCs|Nixiana]]

PCs:Nixiana

2012-04-05T15:31:02Z

Bidocks: /* Nixiana */

== Nixiana ==

[[Image:Nixi.jpg|thumb|300px|left]]

{{PC}}

{| style="background: #DDFFFF; margin-left: 1em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; width=75%

<br>
<br>
*'''Race: Nanshin'''
*'''Gender:Female'''
*'''Age: 120'''
*'''Birthplace: T'Nanshi'''
*'''Height: 4'11"'''
*'''Hair Color: Blonde'''
*'''Eye Color: Vibrant Green'''
*'''Overall Physical Description: Slender, pretty, well toned, dancer's type figure. Tends to wear woodland colors, browns, greens and golds.'''
<br>
|}

<div align="justify">

<br>

'''Personality'''<br>
Nixiana, or Nixi as she prefers to be called can be everything from callous and cold to sarcastic, to playful, to cute and charming. When she first meets people, she tends to be quiet, taking in details to help her make her mind up about the person. Once she is comfortable, she speaks, often a lot, and will quickly befriend strangers.

<br>

'''History'''<br>
Born to Elven parents in T'Nanshi, Nixi started life much the way most Nanshin children would. She was introduced to the arts, and magic, and woodlore from a very early age. Her father, being a Pelarite ranger had his ways, which she knew little of, until one day the situation changed, drastically. A group of bandits invaded their home and during the scuffle, her mother was cut by a poisoned blade. She died slowly, over several weeks. Nixi's father stayed at her side the entire time. During this time, his heart hardened and he made some rash decisions. After the death of his wife, he buried her, gathered up a few things for him and his young child, said some prayers over his wife's grave, and burned the house down. He swore never to be that susceptible again. He taught Nixi not to trust people, magic and society. What she really wanted to learn was how to communicate with animals, and hunt, and scout and track. These skills she gleaned a bit from him over time, but she would never have a fyglia, therefore would never bond with an animal. She accepted this lifestyle, being that it was all she knew. For many years, she travelled with her father, hunting, and camping, making a meager living off the land. All the while she was honing her scouting skills since they were useful to their pursuits.

One day, in their travels, they happened upon a band of roving performers. Nixi begged her father to let her watch, and he gave in. After all, he truly loved his daughter and his only goal was her protection. She marvelled at the performers, but two in particular. One, a woman, could perform the most agile movements, with extreme delicacy and precision. She had a grace and balance the likes of which Nixi had never seen. This woman danced with her own shadow, or so it appeared. The shadow moved, mimicing her movements, but seemingly of it's own volition. The other, also a woman, had the ability to disappear at will, only to re-appear seconds later, right in front of Nixi's eyes. Intrigued, she asked her father how they did it. He explained that it was witchcraft, and very dangerous to be around such people. They were not to be trusted. Due to her naievety, she believed what he said to be true. Still, she dreamed of what they did. She felt it call to her somehow. She would speak of it to her father, only to have him chase the dreams away.

One day, she went to him and said she simply has to learn all she can about what she saw. She felt so strongly and believed so highly that her father agreed perhaps she should learn what that was all about. He also told her he refused to help her, she would have to do it on her own. With sad eyes, and a long hug goodbye, she set off on her own, to find out more.

'''Present Day'''<br>

Nixi has been seen in various hunting parties across Negaria and Ysgard. She has made many friends along the way. She is still learning the secrets of the shadows, but seems to be getting along quite well. She is training herself to be a scout, something she spent her whole life doing. She has adjusted her attitude and views of the world and has been accepted by Pelar as a Huntress. This has been something she always wanted, but until recently, Pelar would not accept her.
She regularly travels the forests of Avlis, Hala and Arkaz.

'''Nixi's Random thoughts'''<br>
[http://avlis.org/viewtopic.php?f=159&t=126062]

[[Category:PCs|Nixiana]]

PCs:Nixiana

2012-02-17T15:57:47Z

Bidocks: /* Nixiana */

== Nixiana ==

[[Image:Nixi.jpg|thumb|300px|left]]

{{PC}}

{| style="background: #DDFFFF; margin-left: 1em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; width=75%

<br>
<br>
*'''Race: Nanshin'''
*'''Gender:Female'''
*'''Age: 120'''
*'''Birthplace: T'Nanshi'''
*'''Height: 4'11"'''
*'''Hair Color: Blonde'''
*'''Eye Color: Vibrant Green'''
*'''Overall Physical Description: Slender, pretty, well toned, dancer's type figure. Tends to wear woodland colors, browns, greens and golds.'''
<br>
|}

<div align="justify">

<br>

'''Personality'''<br>
Nixiana, or Nixi as she prefers to be called can be everything from callous and cold to sarcastic, to playful, to cute and charming. When she first meets people, she tends to be quiet, taking in details to help her make her mind up about the person. Once she is comfortable, she speaks, often a lot, and will quickly befriend strangers.

<br>

'''History'''<br>
Born to Elven parents in T'Nanshi, Nixi started life much the way most Nanshin children would. She was introduced to the arts, and magic, and woodlore from a very early age. Her father, being a Pelarite ranger had his ways, which she knew little of, until one day the situation changed, drastically. A group of bandits invaded their home and during the scuffle, her mother was cut by a poisoned blade. She died slowly, over several weeks. Nixi's father stayed at her side the entire time. During this time, his heart hardened and he made some rash decisions. After the death of his wife, he buried her, gathered up a few things for him and his young child, said some prayers over his wife's grave, and burned the house down. He swore never to be that susceptible again. He taught Nixi not to trust people, magic and society. What she really wanted to learn was how to communicate with animals, and hunt, and scout and track. These skills she gleaned a bit from him over time, but she would never have a fyglia, therefore would never bond with an animal. She accepted this lifestyle, being that it was all she knew. For many years, she travelled with her father, hunting, and camping, making a meager living off the land. All the while she was honing her scouting skills since they were useful to their pursuits.

One day, in their travels, they happened upon a band of roving performers. Nixi begged her father to let her watch, and he gave in. After all, he truly loved his daughter and his only goal was her protection. She marvelled at the performers, but two in particular. One, a woman, could perform the most agile movements, with extreme delicacy and precision. She had a grace and balance the likes of which Nixi had never seen. This woman danced with her own shadow, or so it appeared. The shadow moved, mimicing her movements, but seemingly of it's own volition. The other, also a woman, had the ability to disappear at will, only to re-appear seconds later, right in front of Nixi's eyes. Intrigued, she asked her father how they did it. He explained that it was witchcraft, and very dangerous to be around such people. They were not to be trusted. Due to her naievety, she believed what he said to be true. Still, she dreamed of what they did. She felt it call to her somehow. She would speak of it to her father, only to have him chase the dreams away.

One day, she went to him and said she simply has to learn all she can about what she saw. She felt so strongly and believed so highly that her father agreed perhaps she should learn what that was all about. He also told her he refused to help her, she would have to do it on her own. With sad eyes, and a long hug goodbye, she set off on her own, to find out more.

'''Present Day'''<br>

Nixi has been seen in various hunting parties across Negaria and Ysgard. She has made many friends along the way. She is still learning the secrets of the shadows, but seems to be getting along quite well. She is training herself to be a scout, something she spent her whole life doing.

'''Nixi's Random thoughts'''<br>
[http://avlis.org/viewtopic.php?f=159&t=126062]

[[Category:PCs|Nixiana]]

PCs:Nixiana

2012-02-10T19:27:31Z

Bidocks: /* Nixiana */

== Nixiana ==

[[Image:Nixi.jpg|thumb|300px|left]]

{{PC}}

{| style="background: #DDFFFF; margin-left: 1em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; width=75%

<br>
<br>
*'''Race: Nanshin'''
*'''Gender:Female'''
*'''Age: 119'''
*'''Birthplace: T'Nanshi'''
*'''Height: 5'0""'''
*'''Hair Color: Blonde'''
*'''Eye Color: Vibrant Green'''
*'''Overall Physical Description: Slender, pretty, well toned, dancer's type figure. Tends to wear woodland colors, browns, greens and golds.'''
<br>
|}

<div align="justify">

<br>

'''Personality'''<br>
Nixiana, or Nixi as she prefers to be called can be everything from callous and cold to sarcastic, to playful, to cute and charming. When she first meets people, she tends to be quiet, taking in details to help her make her mind up about the person. Once she is comfortable, she speaks, often a lot, and will quickly befriend strangers.

<br>

'''History'''<br>
Born to Elven parents in T'Nanshi, Nixi started life much the way most Nanshin children would. She was introduced to the arts, and magic, and woodlore from a very early age. Her father, being a Pelarite ranger had his ways, which she knew little of, until one day the situation changed, drastically. A group of bandits invaded their home and during the scuffle, her mother was cut by a poisoned blade. She died slowly, over several weeks. Nixi's father stayed at her side the entire time. During this time, his heart hardened and he made some rash decisions. After the death of his wife, he buried her, gathered up a few things for him and his young child, said some prayers over his wife's grave, and burned the house down. He swore never to be that susceptible again. He taught Nixi not to trust people, magic and society. What she really wanted to learn was how to communicate with animals, and hunt, and scout and track. These skills she gleaned a bit from him over time, but she would never have a fyglia, therefore would never bond with an animal. She accepted this lifestyle, being that it was all she knew. For many years, she travelled with her father, hunting, and camping, making a meager living off the land. All the while she was honing her scouting skills since they were useful to their pursuits.

One day, in their travels, they happened upon a band of roving performers. Nixi begged her father to let her watch, and he gave in. After all, he truly loved his daughter and his only goal was her protection. She marvelled at the performers, but two in particular. One, a woman, could perform the most agile movements, with extreme delicacy and precision. She had a grace and balance the likes of which Nixi had never seen. This woman danced with her own shadow, or so it appeared. The shadow moved, mimicing her movements, but seemingly of it's own volition. The other, also a woman, had the ability to disappear at will, only to re-appear seconds later, right in front of Nixi's eyes. Intrigued, she asked her father how they did it. He explained that it was witchcraft, and very dangerous to be around such people. They were not to be trusted. Due to her naievety, she believed what he said to be true. Still, she dreamed of what they did. She felt it call to her somehow. She would speak of it to her father, only to have him chase the dreams away.

One day, she went to him and said she simply has to learn all she can about what she saw. She felt so strongly and believed so highly that her father agreed perhaps she should learn what that was all about. He also told her he refused to help her, she would have to do it on her own. With sad eyes, and a long hug goodbye, she set off on her own, to find out more.

'''Present Day'''<br>

Nixi has been seen in various hunting parties across Negaria and Ysgard. She has made many friends along the way. She is still learning the secrets of the shadows, but seems to be getting along quite well. She is training herself to be a scout, something she spent her whole life doing.

'''Nixi's Random thoughts'''<br>
[http://avlis.org/viewtopic.php?f=159&t=126062]

[[Category:PCs|Nixiana]]

PCs:Nixiana

2012-02-10T19:07:59Z

Bidocks: /* Zander DeVane */

== Nixiana ==

[[Image:Nixi.jpg|thumb|300px|left]]

{{PC}}

{| style="background: #DDFFFF; margin-left: 1em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; width=75%

*'''Race: Nanshin'''
*'''Gender:Female'''
*'''Age: 119'''
*'''Birthplace: T'Nanshi'''
*'''Height: 5'0""'''
*'''Hair Color: Blonde'''
*'''Eye Color: Vibrant Green'''
*'''Overall Physical Description: Slender, pretty, well toned, dancer's type figure'''
<br>
|}

div align="justify">

<br>

'''Personality'''<br>

<br>

'''History'''<br>

'''Present Day'''<br>

'''Nixi's Random thoughts'''<br>
[http://avlis.org/viewtopic.php?f=159&t=126062]

[[Category:PCs|Nixiana]]

PCs:Nixiana

2012-02-10T19:07:25Z

Bidocks: /* Zander DeVane */

== Zander DeVane ==

[[Image:Nixi.jpg|thumb|300px|left]]

{{PC}}

{| style="background: #DDFFFF; margin-left: 1em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; width=75%

*'''Race: Nanshin'''
*'''Gender:Female'''
*'''Age: 119'''
*'''Birthplace: T'Nanshi'''
*'''Height: 5'0""'''
*'''Hair Color: Blonde'''
*'''Eye Color: Vibrant Green'''
*'''Overall Physical Description: Slender, pretty, well toned, dancer's type figure'''
<br>
|}

div align="justify">

<br>

'''Personality'''<br>

<br>

'''History'''<br>

'''Present Day'''<br>

'''Nixi's Random thoughts'''<br>
[http://avlis.org/viewtopic.php?f=159&t=126062]

[[Category:PCs|Nixiana]]

PCs:Nixiana

2012-02-10T19:06:37Z

Bidocks: /* Zander DeVane */

== Zander DeVane ==

[[Image:Nixi.jpg|thumb|300px|left]]

{{PC}}

{| style="background: #DDFFFF; margin-left: 1em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; width=75%

*'''Race: Nanshin'''
*'''Gender:Female'''
*'''Age: 119'''
*'''Birthplace: T'Nanshi'''
*'''Height: 5'0""'''
*'''Hair Color: Blonde'''
*'''Eye Color: Vibrant Green'''
*'''Overall Physical Description: Slender, pretty, well toned, dancer's type figure'''
<br>
|}

<div align="justify">

<br>

'''Personality'''<br>

<br>

'''History'''<br>

'''Present Day'''<br>

'''Nixi's Random thoughts'''<br>
[http://avlis.org/viewtopic.php?f=159&t=126062]

[[Category:PCs|Nixiana]]

File:Nixi.jpg

2012-02-10T19:05:52Z

Bidocks:

PCs:Nixiana

2012-02-10T19:05:28Z

Bidocks: /* Zander DeVane */

== Zander DeVane ==

[[Image:Nixi.jpg|thumb|300px|right]]

{{PC}}

{| style="background: #DDFFFF; margin-left: 1em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; width=75%

*'''Race: Nanshin'''
*'''Gender:Female'''
*'''Age: 119'''
*'''Birthplace: T'Nanshi'''
*'''Height: 5'0""'''
*'''Hair Color: Blonde'''
*'''Eye Color: Vibrant Green'''
*'''Overall Physical Description: Slender, pretty, well toned, dancer's type figure'''
<br>
|}

<div align="justify">

<br>

'''Personality'''<br>

<br>

'''History'''<br>

'''Present Day'''<br>

'''Nixi's Random thoughts'''<br>
[http://avlis.org/viewtopic.php?f=159&t=126062]

[[Category:PCs|Nixiana]]

PCs:Nixiana

2012-02-10T19:04:44Z

Bidocks: /* Zander DeVane */

== Zander DeVane ==

[[Image:Zander.jpg|thumb|200px|right]]

{{PC}}

{| style="background: #DDFFFF; margin-left: 1em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; width=75%

*'''Race: Nanshin'''
*'''Gender:Female'''
*'''Age: 119'''
*'''Birthplace: T'Nanshi'''
*'''Height: 5'0""'''
*'''Hair Color: Blonde'''
*'''Eye Color: Vibrant Green'''
*'''Overall Physical Description: Slender, pretty, well toned, dancer's type figure'''
<br>
|}

<div align="justify">

<br>

'''Personality'''<br>

<br>

'''History'''<br>

'''Present Day'''<br>

'''Nixi's Random thoughts'''<br>
[http://avlis.org/viewtopic.php?f=159&t=126062]

[[Category:PCs|Nixiana]]

PCs:Nixiana

2012-02-10T19:04:01Z

Bidocks: /* Nixiana */

== Zander DeVane ==

[[Image:Zander.jpg|thumb|200px|right]]

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*'''Race: Nanshin'''
*'''Gender:Female'''
*'''Age: 119'''
*'''Birthplace: T'Nanshi'''
*'''Height: 5'0""'''
*'''Hair Color: Blonde'''
*'''Eye Color: Vibrant Green'''
*'''Overall Physical Description: Slender, pretty, well toned, dancer's type figure'''
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'''Personality'''<br>

<br>

'''History'''<br>

'''Present Day'''<br>

'''Nixi's Random thoughtsl'''<br>
Zander's Journal can be found here: [http://avlis.org/viewtopic.php?f=159&t=126062]

[[Category:PCs|Nixiana]]

PCs:Nixiana

2012-02-10T18:59:28Z

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== Zander DeVane ==

[[Image:Zander.jpg|thumb|200px|right]]

{{PC}}

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*'''Race: Tyedu-Romini'''
*'''Gender:Male'''
*'''Age: 24'''
*'''Birthplace: M'Chek'''
*'''Height: 6'2"'''
*'''Hair Color: Blonde'''
*'''Eye Color: Baby Blue'''
*'''Overall Physical Description: Ruggedly handsome, large framed, strong, yet surprisingly agile'''
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'''Personality'''<br>
Zander is normally seen in what appears to be a sour mood. It's not, he just seems that way. He's quick to joke with friends, quiet in groups, but get him alone and he will tell you anything you want to know. He is trusting of new faces until they give him reason not to. Zander is the type of guy you want on your side in a fight, and also the type you don't want to face in one. He would defend his friends and family until his death, and he nearly has. He will rarely be seen without a dark hood covering his face, that only allows a brief glimpse of his eyes and sometimes his contagious smile. Though not a rich man, he is generous to those he cares for. He normally wears black, sometimes with silver trim. His favorite clothing is black leather strappings on his legs, simple leather shoes, fingerless gloves, and a black tunic. His appearance is one of cleanliness, but he is not obsessed with it.

'''Religious Views'''<br>
Zander is a recent convert to Ra-Ghul and is a member of "The Fury of Ra-Ghul". Since his recent trips to Tyedu and learning of his heritage, it seemed the only choice and his longtime friend, Gurkz, the Blonde Gnoll accompanied him on the trip to pledge his allegiance to Ra-Ghul.

<br>

'''History'''<br>
A child is born to a farmer and his wife in M’Chek. Not an unusual occurrence really, but that’s where the story starts.

As a very young child, this boy showed a curiosity for everything, always poking his head where it probably shouldn’t be and wandering off alone. His parents were kept on their toes by this one, that’s for sure! Once he was able to walk (run is probably more accurate), the trouble really started. This blond haired, blue eyed human child got himself into more trouble than any three children should. At about the age of seven years, the boy escaped into the wilds, with only his father’s rusty old knife (large for a knife, almost a short sword in a child’s hand), where he quickly got lost in the woods. Night approached, and he became frightened, but he never cried out or showed his fear. He climbed a tree and spent the night there, listening and trying to see anything that might come for him. As dawn approached and his feeble human eyes were finally able to see, he climbed down from the tree and was ambushed by a jaguar. The two wrestled for a bit, the jaguars claws digging into the boy’s shoulder, it’s teeth in his forearm. The boy reached for his father’s knife and with some regret, tore open the beast’s throat, killing it rather quickly. He then finds the way home and imparts this story to his Mother and Father, who now worry for his safety, yet are secretly proud of the strong child they have borne.

A year or so passed, and the boy began taking on the tasks of a man on the farm, showing an eagerness to learn, and a prowess for anything physical. On several occasions, he helped his father defend the farm against raiding bands of kobolds, so much so that his Father decides to take him to a friend of his. This friend being an ex-M’Chek Army Officer. The boy would run to the retired officer’s house after his daily chores for his lessons, he loved hearing about the battles and loved the feel of a sword in his hands. For several months he did this, learning all he could from the wise old man.

[[Image:Zander2.jpg|thumb|200px|left]]

One day, seemingly no different from any other, he completed his chores, said Goodbye to his mother and father and began the run to the Old Man. Along the way, he encountered a single kobold, not entirely unusual, but odd. There was no conflict, just watching, on both of their parts. He arrived at the Old Man’s house to see it being torn to pieces by kobolds, the boy drew his sword and began to unceremoniously slay each one until he found the Old Man, dead by many terrible slashes and piercings on his body. In a rage, the boy charges home, worried for his family.

He arrives at the farm to see plumes of smoke rising from the house and fields. He runs as fast as he can to the house, to see kobolds tearing everything apart, his father bled to death in the yard, and his mother held at knifepoint by two armed human men. The men laugh at the sight of this young boy holding a sword and shield, glaring at them. “Let her go!”, he snarls through his teeth, sounding more like a wild child than a civilized one. This only makes the men laugh harder and louder, some kobolds join in the laughter. “Let her go, NOW!”, his voice thundering to a point it actually gives the men a bit of a start. One of the men comes toward the boy, unsheathes a bastard sword and takes his first swing, halfheartedly. The boy easily blocks with his shield and slashes straight across the man’s face, slicing the bridge of his nose. “You little son of a….”, the man exclaims, and fully attacks the boy, who parries the blow and counters by cleaving the man’s lower right leg from his body. As he falls to the ground, the boy stabs him through the heart, and twists the blade. The boy then drops his small sword, and his shield, and lifts up the man’s bastard sword. “That’s a bit much for even you, little man”, the other man says from behind ruined teeth. The boy raises the sword to his shoulder and says, “LET HER GO!”. The man, slightly surprised by this boy’s bravery, loses his balance a bit, in his stuttering, he slices across the woman’s throat, severing an artery and she begins to bleed. He drops her and charges the boy. During his charge, he pulls out a short sword and attacks the boy with both weapons. The boy puts both hands on his sword, and stands, facing his opponent. He is scared, but enraged as well. As the man gets into strike range, the boy takes a step, spins on his right foot, bringing his blade in a full circle, and down onto the man’s shoulder, cleanly slicing him from neck to mid-torso. The man falls dead, instantly.

The boy drops his weapon and rushes to his mother, who is dying, quickly. He tries to staunch to bleeding, but it’s just too late. She looks up at him and smiles, “My little warrior, I am so proud of you……..”. Those would be her last words, she dies in the boy’s arms.

The boy, further enraged, retrieves his weapon, and furiously battles each and every kobold in sight. He takes a few minor hits, but eventually kills them all and emerges victorious, as it were. He drops to his knees, looks to the burning farm, and cries. He stays there through the night, and into the next dawn. He then stands up, takes a last look at his ruined home and walks away.

Now part child, part man, the child escapes to the wilderness areas of M’Chek and T’Nanshi, where he wanders for years, hunting for food, and occasionally taking what he can from bandit's purses and chests. On more than one occasion, his prowess in battle was tested by a wary brigand, yet the boy thrived and grew stronger.

One fateful day, the boy was sitting near a stream, resting and contemplating his next move when he heard a rustle in the bushes. He jumps to his feet with a start to see..... nothing. He scours the area looking to find the source of the noise, only to have it always just out of his reach. Then he stops, taking a moment to catch his breath. From his side he hears a giggling, from a girl. Quickly he turns, but sees only a flash out of the corner of his eye. He pursues the noise, only to find himself lost in the woods with night quickly approaching. A voice says "don't be afraid, I wont hurt you". To which he replies, "I am a warrior, I fear no one, especially a girl in the woods". He hears another giggle. She responds back with "Oh I know! You are a powerful warrior, I have seen you". He is surprised and intrigued by this. She then steps forward into a shaft of moonlight, illuminating her features. It is a young elven girl, apparently out to torment a young warrior. She smiles and says, "I am Eowien, what is your name". He replies, "I have no name, it has been taken from me", she says, "Everyone has a name, surely you do too." He shakes his head and will not say any more. "Come with me" she says, "It's dangerous at night". He follows her for what seems like hours through winding forest with seemingly no particular path in the dark, led only by her hand holding his. He trips and falls several times, and of course she finds this endlessly amusing. Finally they arrive at a great stand of trees, that reaches in each direction. The girl leads him to a part of one tree, touches it, and walks through. The boy stands in amazement. She comes back through what he can now see as a sort of door in the tree and takes his hand again to pull him through.

They are greeted at the door by Prionde, Eowien’s mother, who disapprovingly looks at Eowien's dirty clothes and the stranger she has brought into their home. Eowien, slightly regretful, says, "I was in the woods and found him Mother, he was all alone, and scared". The boy glares at Eowien, crosses his arms and says, "Was not", to which she replies, "was too!". Prionde laughs playfully and says, "well, we can't have that now can we". She brings them into a large sitting room, lit by candles, and graced on one wall by a large elaborate bookshelf. In the corner, in a chair, reading a book is an Elven man, looking young for his age, and strong. He lifts his gaze as they enter the room.

Prionde announces to him, "Dear, Eowien has brought home a.... friend." He raises an eyebrow and studies the boy, then rises to his feet and approaches them. Prionde introduces her husband as D'eldor, and asks his name. The boy states with confidence, "I have no name, it has been taken from me.". D'Eldor, confused at this, replies, "One's name can never be taken boy, it is yours and yours alone". The boy replies, "Well mine was". D'Eldor is apparently amused and slightly impressed with this human boy and says, "Then we will have to name you.... again. Then you will always have a name that cannot be taken away". He ponders for a moment and remarks, "I once knew a human man named Alexander, he was a fine man, strong and sharp of wit. That should be your name as well, young boy." The two women smile and nod at this, seemingly in agreement. The boy, indignant and stubborn of course shakes his head, and replies, "too long, and I think it sounds silly. How about Zander?". D'Eldor chuckles and says, "Zander it is. What of a surname? Don't all humans have them as well?" Eowien chimes in with, "He is very proud, maybe we should call him Vain." Zander glares at her again. Prionde, states,"he may seem proud on the outside, but he is also hiding more than we know on the inside, so he is not so vain after all.", to which D'Eldor replies, "Then he is de-vained", and chuckles slightly. Eowien says, "That's it! DeVane! he shoud be Zander DeVane!" Zander seems to think about this very carefully, then nods his agreement, and with complete confidence states, "Mister D'Eldor, I am Zander DeVane, it's nice to meet you." And so he became known as Zander DeVane.

He lived with D'Eldor, Prionde, and Eowien for a few years all the while spending much time with D'Eldor learning the ways of their people and trying to learn their language. He had great trouble with the language for he is but a simple man.

Eventually he meets some of the Elven guard, and he convinces them to train him to fight like an Elf, in return, he will teach them some of the style in which he was trained. They really couldn't care less about his style, but decide to mock him by training him in the longbow and various fighting techniques, surely expecting his utter failure. Much to their dismay, Zander turns out to be an excellent student and learns to use a longbow nearly to the same ability as his Elven peers, his surefootedness in melee combat is quite impressive as well. He masters the longsword quite quickly, but finds it...... lacking for his tastes.

He has earned the respect of the Elven Guard, and his adopted home. In time he is accepted nearly the same as any Elf would be. He makes friends with many of the guards and the militia. But his closest friend is Eowien, and they spend much of their time exploring the woods surrounding their little village.

D’Eldor, being the wise man he is, sees Zander as a good man, and a good companion for his daughter. He also can’t help but notice that Zander does not seem truly comfortable with the longsword he was given by friends in the militia. One day he brings Zander aside for a talk.

D’Eldor compliments Zander on his achievements even in the face of mockery and prejudice by the other Elves. He states that Zander should be very proud, few humans have achieved this level in an Elven community. “You have done my friend Alexander proud.” He smiles. D’Eldor also says he can’t help but notice that Zander doesn’t really like the longsword given him for practice and defense. Zander replies, “Its fine, but I learned to use a large sword as a boy and that is still with me, I”m afraid.” D’Eldor muses for a moment, and says, “I need to keep reminding myself you are not an Elf, you have greater strength and size, you deserve a weapon fitting these abilities.” Zander, apparently slightly confused by this looks to D’Eldor and asks, “What are you proposing?” D’Eldor merely smiles and says, “Come with me, my son.” He leads him out of town into the woods and up to the treetops of Le’Or. They walk up to a small thatched building in the trees. A quick knock on the door and they are greeted by a dwarf, yes, a dwarf, a seemingly very old one as well. The dwarf yells, “What the hells? Who the heck disturbs….. oh! Master D’Eldor, my apologies.” D’Eldor introduces Zander to his old friend and master blacksmith Niorin. Niorin sizes up Zander and asks what he needs. D’Eldor explains the unique situation and asks Niorin for a special weapon for his “son”.

After some thought and some measurements of Zander’s height, arms, etc., Niorin comes up with an idea. “I can make him a very large version of your longsword, Master D’Eldor, this way he can use the skills of the elves with the brute force of the weapons he knows to use.” “Perfect!”, D’Eldor replies. Zander smiles and nods at this new prospect. They leave the dwarf to his work, though Zander returns day after day to watch Niorin work and show his impatience to get his hands on his new weapon.

And so it was that Niorin forged a great sword for Zander to have as his own personal weapon. Zander still came to the forge to watch Niorin work and over time made slight but useful changes to this weapon and his armor to make them more befitting of his personal fighting style and tastes.

Two more years pass with Zander becoming more and more comfortable in his surrounding of the Elven city. He and Eowien now go on adventures together rather than just romps through the forest. Zander proves himself to be most resourceful in the wilds, his skills of survival are top notch. Eowien has taught him much, and they together make a great team, uncovering lost caves and some semi-valuable items along the way.

Something else happens during these adventures, Eowien and Zander are falling in love. Their friendship has turned into something more, and stronger. Zander asks D’Eldor for her hand and his response, “It’s about time!”. And so if was that Zander and Eowien became husband and wife.

After a short time, Zander and Eowien decide to make their own way in the world. Zander would like to take up his father’s mantle and become a farmer. He speaks with some farmers in M’Chek and one of them offers him a job and a room for him and his new wife.

Within weeks, the farm is overrun by brigands and bandits, set ablaze and the farmer is killed. Zander and Eo escape to Elysia to start a new life. Within days, Elysia is taken over by Shaahesk and it becomes more difficult for them to stay. It seems no matter where they go, there seem to be troubles.

T’Nanshi it is, the young couple makes their way to the wilderness and here their story really begins……..

'''Present Day'''<br>
Zander has been hired on to Serenity's Swords, by Bvt Lt Serenity to be the Martial Cadre Leader. He has jumped into this position with both feet and is actively promoting the group and their endeavors. More recently he was awarded a Medallion for the Tournament of Fury, held in M'chek. The Medallion reads: Champion, Tournament of Fury, Hero Class. He put this into a small pocked he sewed into his tunic, out of sight, but within reach should he need a reminder.

'''Zander's Journal'''<br>
Zander's Journal can be found here: [http://avlis.org/viewtopic.php?f=159&t=119946]

[[Category:PCs|Zander]]

PCs:Zander

2012-02-08T15:09:51Z

Bidocks: /* Zander DeVane */

PCs:Zander

2012-01-12T21:09:32Z

Bidocks: /* Zander DeVane */

== Zander DeVane ==

[[Image:Zander.jpg|thumb|200px|right]]

{{PC}}

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*'''Race: Tyedu-Romini'''
*'''Gender:Male'''
*'''Age: 24'''
*'''Birthplace: M'Chek'''
*'''Height: 6'2"'''
*'''Hair Color: Blonde'''
*'''Eye Color: Baby Blue'''
*'''Overall Physical Description: Ruggedly handsome, large framed, strong, yet surprisingly agile'''
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|}

<div align="justify">

<br>

'''Personality'''<br>
Zander is normally seen in what appears to be a sour mood. It's not, he just seems that way. He's quick to joke with friends, quiet in groups, but get him alone and he will tell you anything you want to know. He is trusting of new faces until they give him reason not to. Zander is the type of guy you want on your side in a fight, and also the type you don't want to face in one. He would defend his friends and family until his death, and he nearly has. He will rarely be seen without a dark hood covering his face, that only allows a brief glimpse of his eyes and sometimes his contagious smile. Though not a rich man, he is generous to those he cares for. He normally wears black, sometimes with silver trim. His favorite clothing is black leather strappings on his legs, simple leather shoes, fingerless gloves, and a black tunic. His appearance is one of cleanliness, but he is not obsessed with it.

'''Religious Views'''<br>
Zander is a recent convert to Ra-Ghul and is a member of "The Fury of Ra-Ghul". Since his recent trips to Tyedu and learning of his heritage, it seemed the only choice and his longtime friend, Gurkz, the Blonde Gnoll accompanied him on the trip to pledge his allegiance to Ra-Ghul.

<br>

'''History'''<br>
A child is born to a farmer and his wife in M’Chek. Not an unusual occurrence really, but that’s where the story starts.

As a very young child, this boy showed a curiosity for everything, always poking his head where it probably shouldn’t be and wandering off alone. His parents were kept on their toes by this one, that’s for sure! Once he was able to walk (run is probably more accurate), the trouble really started. This blond haired, blue eyed human child got himself into more trouble than any three children should. At about the age of seven years, the boy escaped into the wilds, with only his father’s rusty old knife (large for a knife, almost a short sword in a child’s hand), where he quickly got lost in the woods. Night approached, and he became frightened, but he never cried out or showed his fear. He climbed a tree and spent the night there, listening and trying to see anything that might come for him. As dawn approached and his feeble human eyes were finally able to see, he climbed down from the tree and was ambushed by a jaguar. The two wrestled for a bit, the jaguars claws digging into the boy’s shoulder, it’s teeth in his forearm. The boy reached for his father’s knife and with some regret, tore open the beast’s throat, killing it rather quickly. He then finds the way home and imparts this story to his Mother and Father, who now worry for his safety, yet are secretly proud of the strong child they have borne.

A year or so passed, and the boy began taking on the tasks of a man on the farm, showing an eagerness to learn, and a prowess for anything physical. On several occasions, he helped his father defend the farm against raiding bands of kobolds, so much so that his Father decides to take him to a friend of his. This friend being an ex-M’Chek Army Officer. The boy would run to the retired officer’s house after his daily chores for his lessons, he loved hearing about the battles and loved the feel of a sword in his hands. For several months he did this, learning all he could from the wise old man.

[[Image:Zander2.jpg|thumb|200px|left]]

One day, seemingly no different from any other, he completed his chores, said Goodbye to his mother and father and began the run to the Old Man. Along the way, he encountered a single kobold, not entirely unusual, but odd. There was no conflict, just watching, on both of their parts. He arrived at the Old Man’s house to see it being torn to pieces by kobolds, the boy drew his sword and began to unceremoniously slay each one until he found the Old Man, dead by many terrible slashes and piercings on his body. In a rage, the boy charges home, worried for his family.

He arrives at the farm to see plumes of smoke rising from the house and fields. He runs as fast as he can to the house, to see kobolds tearing everything apart, his father bled to death in the yard, and his mother held at knifepoint by two armed human men. The men laugh at the sight of this young boy holding a sword and shield, glaring at them. “Let her go!”, he snarls through his teeth, sounding more like a wild child than a civilized one. This only makes the men laugh harder and louder, some kobolds join in the laughter. “Let her go, NOW!”, his voice thundering to a point it actually gives the men a bit of a start. One of the men comes toward the boy, unsheathes a bastard sword and takes his first swing, halfheartedly. The boy easily blocks with his shield and slashes straight across the man’s face, slicing the bridge of his nose. “You little son of a….”, the man exclaims, and fully attacks the boy, who parries the blow and counters by cleaving the man’s lower right leg from his body. As he falls to the ground, the boy stabs him through the heart, and twists the blade. The boy then drops his small sword, and his shield, and lifts up the man’s bastard sword. “That’s a bit much for even you, little man”, the other man says from behind ruined teeth. The boy raises the sword to his shoulder and says, “LET HER GO!”. The man, slightly surprised by this boy’s bravery, loses his balance a bit, in his stuttering, he slices across the woman’s throat, severing an artery and she begins to bleed. He drops her and charges the boy. During his charge, he pulls out a short sword and attacks the boy with both weapons. The boy puts both hands on his sword, and stands, facing his opponent. He is scared, but enraged as well. As the man gets into strike range, the boy takes a step, spins on his right foot, bringing his blade in a full circle, and down onto the man’s shoulder, cleanly slicing him from neck to mid-torso. The man falls dead, instantly.

The boy drops his weapon and rushes to his mother, who is dying, quickly. He tries to staunch to bleeding, but it’s just too late. She looks up at him and smiles, “My little warrior, I am so proud of you……..”. Those would be her last words, she dies in the boy’s arms.

The boy, further enraged, retrieves his weapon, and furiously battles each and every kobold in sight. He takes a few minor hits, but eventually kills them all and emerges victorious, as it were. He drops to his knees, looks to the burning farm, and cries. He stays there through the night, and into the next dawn. He then stands up, takes a last look at his ruined home and walks away.

Now part child, part man, the child escapes to the wilderness areas of M’Chek and T’Nanshi, where he wanders for years, hunting for food, and occasionally taking what he can from bandit's purses and chests. On more than one occasion, his prowess in battle was tested by a wary brigand, yet the boy thrived and grew stronger.

One fateful day, the boy was sitting near a stream, resting and contemplating his next move when he heard a rustle in the bushes. He jumps to his feet with a start to see..... nothing. He scours the area looking to find the source of the noise, only to have it always just out of his reach. Then he stops, taking a moment to catch his breath. From his side he hears a giggling, from a girl. Quickly he turns, but sees only a flash out of the corner of his eye. He pursues the noise, only to find himself lost in the woods with night quickly approaching. A voice says "don't be afraid, I wont hurt you". To which he replies, "I am a warrior, I fear no one, especially a girl in the woods". He hears another giggle. She responds back with "Oh I know! You are a powerful warrior, I have seen you". He is surprised and intrigued by this. She then steps forward into a shaft of moonlight, illuminating her features. It is a young elven girl, apparently out to torment a young warrior. She smiles and says, "I am Eowien, what is your name". He replies, "I have no name, it has been taken from me", she says, "Everyone has a name, surely you do too." He shakes his head and will not say any more. "Come with me" she says, "It's dangerous at night". He follows her for what seems like hours through winding forest with seemingly no particular path in the dark, led only by her hand holding his. He trips and falls several times, and of course she finds this endlessly amusing. Finally they arrive at a great stand of trees, that reaches in each direction. The girl leads him to a part of one tree, touches it, and walks through. The boy stands in amazement. She comes back through what he can now see as a sort of door in the tree and takes his hand again to pull him through.

They are greeted at the door by Prionde, Eowien’s mother, who disapprovingly looks at Eowien's dirty clothes and the stranger she has brought into their home. Eowien, slightly regretful, says, "I was in the woods and found him Mother, he was all alone, and scared". The boy glares at Eowien, crosses his arms and says, "Was not", to which she replies, "was too!". Prionde laughs playfully and says, "well, we can't have that now can we". She brings them into a large sitting room, lit by candles, and graced on one wall by a large elaborate bookshelf. In the corner, in a chair, reading a book is an Elven man, looking young for his age, and strong. He lifts his gaze as they enter the room.

Prionde announces to him, "Dear, Eowien has brought home a.... friend." He raises an eyebrow and studies the boy, then rises to his feet and approaches them. Prionde introduces her husband as D'eldor, and asks his name. The boy states with confidence, "I have no name, it has been taken from me.". D'Eldor, confused at this, replies, "One's name can never be taken boy, it is yours and yours alone". The boy replies, "Well mine was". D'Eldor is apparently amused and slightly impressed with this human boy and says, "Then we will have to name you.... again. Then you will always have a name that cannot be taken away". He ponders for a moment and remarks, "I once knew a human man named Alexander, he was a fine man, strong and sharp of wit. That should be your name as well, young boy." The two women smile and nod at this, seemingly in agreement. The boy, indignant and stubborn of course shakes his head, and replies, "too long, and I think it sounds silly. How about Zander?". D'Eldor chuckles and says, "Zander it is. What of a surname? Don't all humans have them as well?" Eowien chimes in with, "He is very proud, maybe we should call him Vain." Zander glares at her again. Prionde, states,"he may seem proud on the outside, but he is also hiding more than we know on the inside, so he is not so vain after all.", to which D'Eldor replies, "Then he is de-vained", and chuckles slightly. Eowien says, "That's it! DeVane! he shoud be Zander DeVane!" Zander seems to think about this very carefully, then nods his agreement, and with complete confidence states, "Mister D'Eldor, I am Zander DeVane, it's nice to meet you." And so he became known as Zander DeVane.

He lived with D'Eldor, Prionde, and Eowien for a few years all the while spending much time with D'Eldor learning the ways of their people and trying to learn their language. He had great trouble with the language for he is but a simple man.

Eventually he meets some of the Elven guard, and he convinces them to train him to fight like an Elf, in return, he will teach them some of the style in which he was trained. They really couldn't care less about his style, but decide to mock him by training him in the longbow and various fighting techniques, surely expecting his utter failure. Much to their dismay, Zander turns out to be an excellent student and learns to use a longbow nearly to the same ability as his Elven peers, his surefootedness in melee combat is quite impressive as well. He masters the longsword quite quickly, but finds it...... lacking for his tastes.

He has earned the respect of the Elven Guard, and his adopted home. In time he is accepted nearly the same as any Elf would be. He makes friends with many of the guards and the militia. But his closest friend is Eowien, and they spend much of their time exploring the woods surrounding their little village.

D’Eldor, being the wise man he is, sees Zander as a good man, and a good companion for his daughter. He also can’t help but notice that Zander does not seem truly comfortable with the longsword he was given by friends in the militia. One day he brings Zander aside for a talk.

D’Eldor compliments Zander on his achievements even in the face of mockery and prejudice by the other Elves. He states that Zander should be very proud, few humans have achieved this level in an Elven community. “You have done my friend Alexander proud.” He smiles. D’Eldor also says he can’t help but notice that Zander doesn’t really like the longsword given him for practice and defense. Zander replies, “Its fine, but I learned to use a large sword as a boy and that is still with me, I”m afraid.” D’Eldor muses for a moment, and says, “I need to keep reminding myself you are not an Elf, you have greater strength and size, you deserve a weapon fitting these abilities.” Zander, apparently slightly confused by this looks to D’Eldor and asks, “What are you proposing?” D’Eldor merely smiles and says, “Come with me, my son.” He leads him out of town into the woods and up to the treetops of Le’Or. They walk up to a small thatched building in the trees. A quick knock on the door and they are greeted by a dwarf, yes, a dwarf, a seemingly very old one as well. The dwarf yells, “What the hells? Who the heck disturbs….. oh! Master D’Eldor, my apologies.” D’Eldor introduces Zander to his old friend and master blacksmith Niorin. Niorin sizes up Zander and asks what he needs. D’Eldor explains the unique situation and asks Niorin for a special weapon for his “son”.

After some thought and some measurements of Zander’s height, arms, etc., Niorin comes up with an idea. “I can make him a very large version of your longsword, Master D’Eldor, this way he can use the skills of the elves with the brute force of the weapons he knows to use.” “Perfect!”, D’Eldor replies. Zander smiles and nods at this new prospect. They leave the dwarf to his work, though Zander returns day after day to watch Niorin work and show his impatience to get his hands on his new weapon.

And so it was that Niorin forged a great sword for Zander to have as his own personal weapon. Zander still came to the forge to watch Niorin work and over time made slight but useful changes to this weapon and his armor to make them more befitting of his personal fighting style and tastes.

Two more years pass with Zander becoming more and more comfortable in his surrounding of the Elven city. He and Eowien now go on adventures together rather than just romps through the forest. Zander proves himself to be most resourceful in the wilds, his skills of survival are top notch. Eowien has taught him much, and they together make a great team, uncovering lost caves and some semi-valuable items along the way.

Something else happens during these adventures, Eowien and Zander are falling in love. Their friendship has turned into something more, and stronger. Zander asks D’Eldor for her hand and his response, “It’s about time!”. And so if was that Zander and Eowien became husband and wife.

After a short time, Zander and Eowien decide to make their own way in the world. Zander would like to take up his father’s mantle and become a farmer. He speaks with some farmers in M’Chek and one of them offers him a job and a room for him and his new wife.

Within weeks, the farm is overrun by brigands and bandits, set ablaze and the farmer is killed. Zander and Eo escape to Elysia to start a new life. Within days, Elysia is taken over by Shaahesk and it becomes more difficult for them to stay. It seems no matter where they go, there seem to be troubles.

T’Nanshi it is, the young couple makes their way to the wilderness and here their story really begins……..

'''Zander's Journal'''<br>
Zander's Journal can be found here: [http://avlis.org/viewtopic.php?f=159&t=119946]

[[Category:PCs|Zander]]

File:Zander2.jpg

2012-01-12T20:42:46Z

Bidocks:

PCs:Zander

2012-01-12T20:42:20Z

Bidocks: /* Zander DeVane */

== Zander DeVane ==

[[Image:Zander.jpg|thumb|200px|right]]

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*'''Race: Tyedu-Romini'''
*'''Gender:Male'''
*'''Age: 24'''
*'''Birthplace: M'Chek'''
*'''Height: 6'2"'''
*'''Hair Color: Blonde'''
*'''Eye Color: Baby Blue'''
*'''Overall Physical Description: Ruggedly handsome, large framed, strong, yet surprisingly agile'''
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'''Personality'''<br>
Zander is normally seen in what appears to be a sour mood. It's not, he just seems that way. He's quick to joke with friends, quiet in groups, but get him alone and he will tell you anything you want to know. He is trusting of new faces until they give him reason not to. Zander is the type of guy you want on your side in a fight, and also the type you don't want to face in one. He would defend his friends and family until his death, and he nearly has. He will rarely be seen without a dark hood covering his face, that only allows a brief glimpse of his eyes and sometimes his contagious smile. Though not a rich man, he is generous to those he cares for. He normally wears black, sometimes with silver trim. His favorite clothing is black leather strappings on his legs, simple leather shoes, fingerless gloves, and a black tunic. His appearance is one of cleanliness, but he is not obsessed with it.

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'''History'''<br>
A child is born to a farmer and his wife in M’Chek. Not an unusual occurrence really, but that’s where the story starts.

As a very young child, this boy showed a curiosity for everything, always poking his head where it probably shouldn’t be and wandering off alone. His parents were kept on their toes by this one, that’s for sure! Once he was able to walk (run is probably more accurate), the trouble really started. This blond haired, blue eyed human child got himself into more trouble than any three children should. At about the age of seven years, the boy escaped into the wilds, with only his father’s rusty old knife (large for a knife, almost a short sword in a child’s hand), where he quickly got lost in the woods. Night approached, and he became frightened, but he never cried out or showed his fear. He climbed a tree and spent the night there, listening and trying to see anything that might come for him. As dawn approached and his feeble human eyes were finally able to see, he climbed down from the tree and was ambushed by a jaguar. The two wrestled for a bit, the jaguars claws digging into the boy’s shoulder, it’s teeth in his forearm. The boy reached for his father’s knife and with some regret, tore open the beast’s throat, killing it rather quickly. He then finds the way home and imparts this story to his Mother and Father, who now worry for his safety, yet are secretly proud of the strong child they have borne.

A year or so passed, and the boy began taking on the tasks of a man on the farm, showing an eagerness to learn, and a prowess for anything physical. On several occasions, he helped his father defend the farm against raiding bands of kobolds, so much so that his Father decides to take him to a friend of his. This friend being an ex-M’Chek Army Officer. The boy would run to the retired officer’s house after his daily chores for his lessons, he loved hearing about the battles and loved the feel of a sword in his hands. For several months he did this, learning all he could from the wise old man.

[[Image:Zander2.jpg|thumb|200px|left]]

One day, seemingly no different from any other, he completed his chores, said Goodbye to his mother and father and began the run to the Old Man. Along the way, he encountered a single kobold, not entirely unusual, but odd. There was no conflict, just watching, on both of their parts. He arrived at the Old Man’s house to see it being torn to pieces by kobolds, the boy drew his sword and began to unceremoniously slay each one until he found the Old Man, dead by many terrible slashes and piercings on his body. In a rage, the boy charges home, worried for his family.

He arrives at the farm to see plumes of smoke rising from the house and fields. He runs as fast as he can to the house, to see kobolds tearing everything apart, his father bled to death in the yard, and his mother held at knifepoint by two armed human men. The men laugh at the sight of this young boy holding a sword and shield, glaring at them. “Let her go!”, he snarls through his teeth, sounding more like a wild child than a civilized one. This only makes the men laugh harder and louder, some kobolds join in the laughter. “Let her go, NOW!”, his voice thundering to a point it actually gives the men a bit of a start. One of the men comes toward the boy, unsheathes a bastard sword and takes his first swing, halfheartedly. The boy easily blocks with his shield and slashes straight across the man’s face, slicing the bridge of his nose. “You little son of a….”, the man exclaims, and fully attacks the boy, who parries the blow and counters by cleaving the man’s lower right leg from his body. As he falls to the ground, the boy stabs him through the heart, and twists the blade. The boy then drops his small sword, and his shield, and lifts up the man’s bastard sword. “That’s a bit much for even you, little man”, the other man says from behind ruined teeth. The boy raises the sword to his shoulder and says, “LET HER GO!”. The man, slightly surprised by this boy’s bravery, loses his balance a bit, in his stuttering, he slices across the woman’s throat, severing an artery and she begins to bleed. He drops her and charges the boy. During his charge, he pulls out a short sword and attacks the boy with both weapons. The boy puts both hands on his sword, and stands, facing his opponent. He is scared, but enraged as well. As the man gets into strike range, the boy takes a step, spins on his right foot, bringing his blade in a full circle, and down onto the man’s shoulder, cleanly slicing him from neck to mid-torso. The man falls dead, instantly.

The boy drops his weapon and rushes to his mother, who is dying, quickly. He tries to staunch to bleeding, but it’s just too late. She looks up at him and smiles, “My little warrior, I am so proud of you……..”. Those would be her last words, she dies in the boy’s arms.

The boy, further enraged, retrieves his weapon, and furiously battles each and every kobold in sight. He takes a few minor hits, but eventually kills them all and emerges victorious, as it were. He drops to his knees, looks to the burning farm, and cries. He stays there through the night, and into the next dawn. He then stands up, takes a last look at his ruined home and walks away.

Now part child, part man, the child escapes to the wilderness areas of M’Chek and T’Nanshi, where he wanders for years, hunting for food, and occasionally taking what he can from bandit's purses and chests. On more than one occasion, his prowess in battle was tested by a wary brigand, yet the boy thrived and grew stronger.

One fateful day, the boy was sitting near a stream, resting and contemplating his next move when he heard a rustle in the bushes. He jumps to his feet with a start to see..... nothing. He scours the area looking to find the source of the noise, only to have it always just out of his reach. Then he stops, taking a moment to catch his breath. From his side he hears a giggling, from a girl. Quickly he turns, but sees only a flash out of the corner of his eye. He pursues the noise, only to find himself lost in the woods with night quickly approaching. A voice says "don't be afraid, I wont hurt you". To which he replies, "I am a warrior, I fear no one, especially a girl in the woods". He hears another giggle. She responds back with "Oh I know! You are a powerful warrior, I have seen you". He is surprised and intrigued by this. She then steps forward into a shaft of moonlight, illuminating her features. It is a young elven girl, apparently out to torment a young warrior. She smiles and says, "I am Eowien, what is your name". He replies, "I have no name, it has been taken from me", she says, "Everyone has a name, surely you do too." He shakes his head and will not say any more. "Come with me" she says, "It's dangerous at night". He follows her for what seems like hours through winding forest with seemingly no particular path in the dark, led only by her hand holding his. He trips and falls several times, and of course she finds this endlessly amusing. Finally they arrive at a great stand of trees, that reaches in each direction. The girl leads him to a part of one tree, touches it, and walks through. The boy stands in amazement. She comes back through what he can now see as a sort of door in the tree and takes his hand again to pull him through.

They are greeted at the door by Prionde, Eowien’s mother, who disapprovingly looks at Eowien's dirty clothes and the stranger she has brought into their home. Eowien, slightly regretful, says, "I was in the woods and found him Mother, he was all alone, and scared". The boy glares at Eowien, crosses his arms and says, "Was not", to which she replies, "was too!". Prionde laughs playfully and says, "well, we can't have that now can we". She brings them into a large sitting room, lit by candles, and graced on one wall by a large elaborate bookshelf. In the corner, in a chair, reading a book is an Elven man, looking young for his age, and strong. He lifts his gaze as they enter the room.

Prionde announces to him, "Dear, Eowien has brought home a.... friend." He raises an eyebrow and studies the boy, then rises to his feet and approaches them. Prionde introduces her husband as D'eldor, and asks his name. The boy states with confidence, "I have no name, it has been taken from me.". D'Eldor, confused at this, replies, "One's name can never be taken boy, it is yours and yours alone". The boy replies, "Well mine was". D'Eldor is apparently amused and slightly impressed with this human boy and says, "Then we will have to name you.... again. Then you will always have a name that cannot be taken away". He ponders for a moment and remarks, "I once knew a human man named Alexander, he was a fine man, strong and sharp of wit. That should be your name as well, young boy." The two women smile and nod at this, seemingly in agreement. The boy, indignant and stubborn of course shakes his head, and replies, "too long, and I think it sounds silly. How about Zander?". D'Eldor chuckles and says, "Zander it is. What of a surname? Don't all humans have them as well?" Eowien chimes in with, "He is very proud, maybe we should call him Vain." Zander glares at her again. Prionde, states,"he may seem proud on the outside, but he is also hiding more than we know on the inside, so he is not so vain after all.", to which D'Eldor replies, "Then he is de-vained", and chuckles slightly. Eowien says, "That's it! DeVane! he shoud be Zander DeVane!" Zander seems to think about this very carefully, then nods his agreement, and with complete confidence states, "Mister D'Eldor, I am Zander DeVane, it's nice to meet you." And so he became known as Zander DeVane.

He lived with D'Eldor, Prionde, and Eowien for a few years all the while spending much time with D'Eldor learning the ways of their people and trying to learn their language. He had great trouble with the language for he is but a simple man.

Eventually he meets some of the Elven guard, and he convinces them to train him to fight like an Elf, in return, he will teach them some of the style in which he was trained. They really couldn't care less about his style, but decide to mock him by training him in the longbow and various fighting techniques, surely expecting his utter failure. Much to their dismay, Zander turns out to be an excellent student and learns to use a longbow nearly to the same ability as his Elven peers, his surefootedness in melee combat is quite impressive as well. He masters the longsword quite quickly, but finds it...... lacking for his tastes.

He has earned the respect of the Elven Guard, and his adopted home. In time he is accepted nearly the same as any Elf would be. He makes friends with many of the guards and the militia. But his closest friend is Eowien, and they spend much of their time exploring the woods surrounding their little village.

D’Eldor, being the wise man he is, sees Zander as a good man, and a good companion for his daughter. He also can’t help but notice that Zander does not seem truly comfortable with the longsword he was given by friends in the militia. One day he brings Zander aside for a talk.

D’Eldor compliments Zander on his achievements even in the face of mockery and prejudice by the other Elves. He states that Zander should be very proud, few humans have achieved this level in an Elven community. “You have done my friend Alexander proud.” He smiles. D’Eldor also says he can’t help but notice that Zander doesn’t really like the longsword given him for practice and defense. Zander replies, “Its fine, but I learned to use a large sword as a boy and that is still with me, I”m afraid.” D’Eldor muses for a moment, and says, “I need to keep reminding myself you are not an Elf, you have greater strength and size, you deserve a weapon fitting these abilities.” Zander, apparently slightly confused by this looks to D’Eldor and asks, “What are you proposing?” D’Eldor merely smiles and says, “Come with me, my son.” He leads him out of town into the woods and up to the treetops of Le’Or. They walk up to a small thatched building in the trees. A quick knock on the door and they are greeted by a dwarf, yes, a dwarf, a seemingly very old one as well. The dwarf yells, “What the hells? Who the heck disturbs….. oh! Master D’Eldor, my apologies.” D’Eldor introduces Zander to his old friend and master blacksmith Niorin. Niorin sizes up Zander and asks what he needs. D’Eldor explains the unique situation and asks Niorin for a special weapon for his “son”.

After some thought and some measurements of Zander’s height, arms, etc., Niorin comes up with an idea. “I can make him a very large version of your longsword, Master D’Eldor, this way he can use the skills of the elves with the brute force of the weapons he knows to use.” “Perfect!”, D’Eldor replies. Zander smiles and nods at this new prospect. They leave the dwarf to his work, though Zander returns day after day to watch Niorin work and show his impatience to get his hands on his new weapon.

And so it was that Niorin forged a great sword for Zander to have as his own personal weapon. Zander still came to the forge to watch Niorin work and over time made slight but useful changes to this weapon and his armor to make them more befitting of his personal fighting style and tastes.

Two more years pass with Zander becoming more and more comfortable in his surrounding of the Elven city. He and Eowien now go on adventures together rather than just romps through the forest. Zander proves himself to be most resourceful in the wilds, his skills of survival are top notch. Eowien has taught him much, and they together make a great team, uncovering lost caves and some semi-valuable items along the way.

Something else happens during these adventures, Eowien and Zander are falling in love. Their friendship has turned into something more, and stronger. Zander asks D’Eldor for her hand and his response, “It’s about time!”. And so if was that Zander and Eowien became husband and wife.

After a short time, Zander and Eowien decide to make their own way in the world. Zander would like to take up his father’s mantle and become a farmer. He speaks with some farmers in M’Chek and one of them offers him a job and a room for him and his new wife.

Within weeks, the farm is overrun by brigands and bandits, set ablaze and the farmer is killed. Zander and Eo escape to Elysia to start a new life. Within days, Elysia is taken over by Shaahesk and it becomes more difficult for them to stay. It seems no matter where they go, there seem to be troubles.

T’Nanshi it is, the young couple makes their way to the wilderness and here their story really begins……..

[[Category:PCs|Zander]]

PCs:Nad'ja

2012-01-12T20:33:08Z

Bidocks: /* Zander DeVane */

== Nad'Ja ==

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*'''Race: Elven'''
*'''Gender: Female'''
*'''Age: unknown'''
*'''Birthplace: Mikona'''
*'''Height: 5'0"'''
*'''Hair Color: Black'''
*'''Eye Color: Vibrant Green'''
*'''Overall Physical Description: Wiry, agile, intimidating, with quirky movements, reminiscent of a feline'''
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'''Personality'''<br>
Does she have one? Depends on who you speak to. When she does show herself, which is rare, her normal demeanor is quiet and uses mostly nonverbal communication. Some would say she is quite talkative and even entertaining to listen to at times.
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'''Details'''<br>
Her actual name is a subject of some debate. Some refer to her as "Cat", some "Leah", and others, "Nad'Ja". When she can be seen, you would notice her black clothing, somewhat skimpy, but practical nonetheless. On her back would be a fine Elven Longbow, and two matching rapiers, whose blades reflect no light. Her face is covered by a black hood, which she tends to keep on most times.

[[Category:PCs|Nad'Ja]]

PCs:Nad'ja

2012-01-12T20:31:08Z

Bidocks: Nad'Ja

== Zander DeVane ==

[[Image:nadja.jpg|thumb|200px|right]]

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*'''Race: Elven'''
*'''Gender: Female'''
*'''Age: unknown'''
*'''Birthplace: Mikona'''
*'''Height: 5'0"'''
*'''Hair Color: Black'''
*'''Eye Color: Vibrant Green'''
*'''Overall Physical Description: Wiry, agile, intimidating, with quirky movements, reminiscent of a feline'''
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'''Personality'''<br>
Does she have one? Depends on who you speak to. When she does show herself, which is rare, her normal demeanor is quiet and uses mostly nonverbal communication. Some would say she is quite talkative and even entertaining to listen to at times.
[[Image:blackcat.jpg|thumb|200px|left]]

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'''Details'''<br>
Her actual name is a subject of some debate. Some refer to her as "Cat", some "Leah", and others, "Nad'Ja". When she can be seen, you would notice her black clothing, somewhat skimpy, but practical nonetheless. On her back would be a fine Elven Longbow, and two matching rapiers, whose blades reflect no light. Her face is covered by a black hood, which she tends to keep on most times.

[[Category:PCs|Nad'Ja]]

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2012-01-12T20:24:51Z

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2012-01-12T20:24:25Z

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2012-01-12T20:23:00Z

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2012-01-12T20:22:40Z

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2012-01-12T20:10:01Z

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PCs:Zander

2012-01-12T20:09:22Z

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== Zander DeVane ==

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*'''Race: Tyedu-Romini'''
*'''Gender:Male'''
*'''Age: 24'''
*'''Birthplace: M'Chek'''
*'''Height: 6'2"'''
*'''Hair Color: Blonde'''
*'''Eye Color: Baby Blue'''
*'''Overall Physical Description: Ruggedly handsome, large framed, strong, yet surprisingly agile'''
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'''Personality'''<br>
Zander is normally seen in what appears to be a sour mood. It's not, he just seems that way. He's quick to joke with friends, quiet in groups, but get him alone and he will tell you anything you want to know. He is trusting of new faces until they give him reason not to. Zander is the type of guy you want on your side in a fight, and also the type you don't want to face in one. He would defend his friends and family until his death, and he nearly has. He will rarely be seen without a dark hood covering his face, that only allows a brief glimpse of his eyes and sometimes his contagious smile. Though not a rich man, he is generous to those he cares for. He normally wears black, sometimes with silver trim. His favorite clothing is black leather strappings on his legs, simple leather shoes, fingerless gloves, and a black tunic. His appearance is one of cleanliness, but he is not obsessed with it.

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'''History'''<br>
A child is born to a farmer and his wife in M’Chek. Not an unusual occurrence really, but that’s where the story starts.

As a very young child, this boy showed a curiosity for everything, always poking his head where it probably shouldn’t be and wandering off alone. His parents were kept on their toes by this one, that’s for sure! Once he was able to walk (run is probably more accurate), the trouble really started. This blond haired, blue eyed human child got himself into more trouble than any three children should. At about the age of seven years, the boy escaped into the wilds, with only his father’s rusty old knife (large for a knife, almost a short sword in a child’s hand), where he quickly got lost in the woods. Night approached, and he became frightened, but he never cried out or showed his fear. He climbed a tree and spent the night there, listening and trying to see anything that might come for him. As dawn approached and his feeble human eyes were finally able to see, he climbed down from the tree and was ambushed by a jaguar. The two wrestled for a bit, the jaguars claws digging into the boy’s shoulder, it’s teeth in his forearm. The boy reached for his father’s knife and with some regret, tore open the beast’s throat, killing it rather quickly. He then finds the way home and imparts this story to his Mother and Father, who now worry for his safety, yet are secretly proud of the strong child they have borne.

A year or so passed, and the boy began taking on the tasks of a man on the farm, showing an eagerness to learn, and a prowess for anything physical. On several occasions, he helped his father defend the farm against raiding bands of kobolds, so much so that his Father decides to take him to a friend of his. This friend being an ex-M’Chek Army Officer. The boy would run to the retired officer’s house after his daily chores for his lessons, he loved hearing about the battles and loved the feel of a sword in his hands. For several months he did this, learning all he could from the wise old man.

One day, seemingly no different from any other, he completed his chores, said Goodbye to his mother and father and began the run to the Old Man. Along the way, he encountered a single kobold, not entirely unusual, but odd. There was no conflict, just watching, on both of their parts. He arrived at the Old Man’s house to see it being torn to pieces by kobolds, the boy drew his sword and began to unceremoniously slay each one until he found the Old Man, dead by many terrible slashes and piercings on his body. In a rage, the boy charges home, worried for his family.

He arrives at the farm to see plumes of smoke rising from the house and fields. He runs as fast as he can to the house, to see kobolds tearing everything apart, his father bled to death in the yard, and his mother held at knifepoint by two armed human men. The men laugh at the sight of this young boy holding a sword and shield, glaring at them. “Let her go!”, he snarls through his teeth, sounding more like a wild child than a civilized one. This only makes the men laugh harder and louder, some kobolds join in the laughter. “Let her go, NOW!”, his voice thundering to a point it actually gives the men a bit of a start. One of the men comes toward the boy, unsheathes a bastard sword and takes his first swing, halfheartedly. The boy easily blocks with his shield and slashes straight across the man’s face, slicing the bridge of his nose. “You little son of a….”, the man exclaims, and fully attacks the boy, who parries the blow and counters by cleaving the man’s lower right leg from his body. As he falls to the ground, the boy stabs him through the heart, and twists the blade. The boy then drops his small sword, and his shield, and lifts up the man’s bastard sword. “That’s a bit much for even you, little man”, the other man says from behind ruined teeth. The boy raises the sword to his shoulder and says, “LET HER GO!”. The man, slightly surprised by this boy’s bravery, loses his balance a bit, in his stuttering, he slices across the woman’s throat, severing an artery and she begins to bleed. He drops her and charges the boy. During his charge, he pulls out a short sword and attacks the boy with both weapons. The boy puts both hands on his sword, and stands, facing his opponent. He is scared, but enraged as well. As the man gets into strike range, the boy takes a step, spins on his right foot, bringing his blade in a full circle, and down onto the man’s shoulder, cleanly slicing him from neck to mid-torso. The man falls dead, instantly.

The boy drops his weapon and rushes to his mother, who is dying, quickly. He tries to staunch to bleeding, but it’s just too late. She looks up at him and smiles, “My little warrior, I am so proud of you……..”. Those would be her last words, she dies in the boy’s arms.

The boy, further enraged, retrieves his weapon, and furiously battles each and every kobold in sight. He takes a few minor hits, but eventually kills them all and emerges victorious, as it were. He drops to his knees, looks to the burning farm, and cries. He stays there through the night, and into the next dawn. He then stands up, takes a last look at his ruined home and walks away.

Now part child, part man, the child escapes to the wilderness areas of M’Chek and T’Nanshi, where he wanders for years, hunting for food, and occasionally taking what he can from bandit's purses and chests. On more than one occasion, his prowess in battle was tested by a wary brigand, yet the boy thrived and grew stronger.

One fateful day, the boy was sitting near a stream, resting and contemplating his next move when he heard a rustle in the bushes. He jumps to his feet with a start to see..... nothing. He scours the area looking to find the source of the noise, only to have it always just out of his reach. Then he stops, taking a moment to catch his breath. From his side he hears a giggling, from a girl. Quickly he turns, but sees only a flash out of the corner of his eye. He pursues the noise, only to find himself lost in the woods with night quickly approaching. A voice says "don't be afraid, I wont hurt you". To which he replies, "I am a warrior, I fear no one, especially a girl in the woods". He hears another giggle. She responds back with "Oh I know! You are a powerful warrior, I have seen you". He is surprised and intrigued by this. She then steps forward into a shaft of moonlight, illuminating her features. It is a young elven girl, apparently out to torment a young warrior. She smiles and says, "I am Eowien, what is your name". He replies, "I have no name, it has been taken from me", she says, "Everyone has a name, surely you do too." He shakes his head and will not say any more. "Come with me" she says, "It's dangerous at night". He follows her for what seems like hours through winding forest with seemingly no particular path in the dark, led only by her hand holding his. He trips and falls several times, and of course she finds this endlessly amusing. Finally they arrive at a great stand of trees, that reaches in each direction. The girl leads him to a part of one tree, touches it, and walks through. The boy stands in amazement. She comes back through what he can now see as a sort of door in the tree and takes his hand again to pull him through.

They are greeted at the door by Prionde, Eowien’s mother, who disapprovingly looks at Eowien's dirty clothes and the stranger she has brought into their home. Eowien, slightly regretful, says, "I was in the woods and found him Mother, he was all alone, and scared". The boy glares at Eowien, crosses his arms and says, "Was not", to which she replies, "was too!". Prionde laughs playfully and says, "well, we can't have that now can we". She brings them into a large sitting room, lit by candles, and graced on one wall by a large elaborate bookshelf. In the corner, in a chair, reading a book is an Elven man, looking young for his age, and strong. He lifts his gaze as they enter the room.

Prionde announces to him, "Dear, Eowien has brought home a.... friend." He raises an eyebrow and studies the boy, then rises to his feet and approaches them. Prionde introduces her husband as D'eldor, and asks his name. The boy states with confidence, "I have no name, it has been taken from me.". D'Eldor, confused at this, replies, "One's name can never be taken boy, it is yours and yours alone". The boy replies, "Well mine was". D'Eldor is apparently amused and slightly impressed with this human boy and says, "Then we will have to name you.... again. Then you will always have a name that cannot be taken away". He ponders for a moment and remarks, "I once knew a human man named Alexander, he was a fine man, strong and sharp of wit. That should be your name as well, young boy." The two women smile and nod at this, seemingly in agreement. The boy, indignant and stubborn of course shakes his head, and replies, "too long, and I think it sounds silly. How about Zander?". D'Eldor chuckles and says, "Zander it is. What of a surname? Don't all humans have them as well?" Eowien chimes in with, "He is very proud, maybe we should call him Vain." Zander glares at her again. Prionde, states,"he may seem proud on the outside, but he is also hiding more than we know on the inside, so he is not so vain after all.", to which D'Eldor replies, "Then he is de-vained", and chuckles slightly. Eowien says, "That's it! DeVane! he shoud be Zander DeVane!" Zander seems to think about this very carefully, then nods his agreement, and with complete confidence states, "Mister D'Eldor, I am Zander DeVane, it's nice to meet you." And so he became known as Zander DeVane.

He lived with D'Eldor, Prionde, and Eowien for a few years all the while spending much time with D'Eldor learning the ways of their people and trying to learn their language. He had great trouble with the language for he is but a simple man.

Eventually he meets some of the Elven guard, and he convinces them to train him to fight like an Elf, in return, he will teach them some of the style in which he was trained. They really couldn't care less about his style, but decide to mock him by training him in the longbow and various fighting techniques, surely expecting his utter failure. Much to their dismay, Zander turns out to be an excellent student and learns to use a longbow nearly to the same ability as his Elven peers, his surefootedness in melee combat is quite impressive as well. He masters the longsword quite quickly, but finds it...... lacking for his tastes.

He has earned the respect of the Elven Guard, and his adopted home. In time he is accepted nearly the same as any Elf would be. He makes friends with many of the guards and the militia. But his closest friend is Eowien, and they spend much of their time exploring the woods surrounding their little village.

D’Eldor, being the wise man he is, sees Zander as a good man, and a good companion for his daughter. He also can’t help but notice that Zander does not seem truly comfortable with the longsword he was given by friends in the militia. One day he brings Zander aside for a talk.

D’Eldor compliments Zander on his achievements even in the face of mockery and prejudice by the other Elves. He states that Zander should be very proud, few humans have achieved this level in an Elven community. “You have done my friend Alexander proud.” He smiles. D’Eldor also says he can’t help but notice that Zander doesn’t really like the longsword given him for practice and defense. Zander replies, “Its fine, but I learned to use a large sword as a boy and that is still with me, I”m afraid.” D’Eldor muses for a moment, and says, “I need to keep reminding myself you are not an Elf, you have greater strength and size, you deserve a weapon fitting these abilities.” Zander, apparently slightly confused by this looks to D’Eldor and asks, “What are you proposing?” D’Eldor merely smiles and says, “Come with me, my son.” He leads him out of town into the woods and up to the treetops of Le’Or. They walk up to a small thatched building in the trees. A quick knock on the door and they are greeted by a dwarf, yes, a dwarf, a seemingly very old one as well. The dwarf yells, “What the hells? Who the heck disturbs….. oh! Master D’Eldor, my apologies.” D’Eldor introduces Zander to his old friend and master blacksmith Niorin. Niorin sizes up Zander and asks what he needs. D’Eldor explains the unique situation and asks Niorin for a special weapon for his “son”.

After some thought and some measurements of Zander’s height, arms, etc., Niorin comes up with an idea. “I can make him a very large version of your longsword, Master D’Eldor, this way he can use the skills of the elves with the brute force of the weapons he knows to use.” “Perfect!”, D’Eldor replies. Zander smiles and nods at this new prospect. They leave the dwarf to his work, though Zander returns day after day to watch Niorin work and show his impatience to get his hands on his new weapon.

And so it was that Niorin forged a great sword for Zander to have as his own personal weapon. Zander still came to the forge to watch Niorin work and over time made slight but useful changes to this weapon and his armor to make them more befitting of his personal fighting style and tastes.

Two more years pass with Zander becoming more and more comfortable in his surrounding of the Elven city. He and Eowien now go on adventures together rather than just romps through the forest. Zander proves himself to be most resourceful in the wilds, his skills of survival are top notch. Eowien has taught him much, and they together make a great team, uncovering lost caves and some semi-valuable items along the way.

Something else happens during these adventures, Eowien and Zander are falling in love. Their friendship has turned into something more, and stronger. Zander asks D’Eldor for her hand and his response, “It’s about time!”. And so if was that Zander and Eowien became husband and wife.

After a short time, Zander and Eowien decide to make their own way in the world. Zander would like to take up his father’s mantle and become a farmer. He speaks with some farmers in M’Chek and one of them offers him a job and a room for him and his new wife.

Within weeks, the farm is overrun by brigands and bandits, set ablaze and the farmer is killed. Zander and Eo escape to Elysia to start a new life. Within days, Elysia is taken over by Shaahesk and it becomes more difficult for them to stay. It seems no matter where they go, there seem to be troubles.

T’Nanshi it is, the young couple makes their way to the wilderness and here their story really begins……..

[[Category:PCs|Zander]]

PCs:Zander

2012-01-12T19:56:55Z

Bidocks: Created page with "Zander DeVane"

Zander DeVane

PCs:Ari'Acolai

2011-12-06T17:03:02Z

Bidocks: /* Ari'Acolai */

== Ari'Acolai ==
AKA: Alana

[[Image:Ari.jpg|thumb|200px|right]]

{{PC}}

{| style="background: #DDFFFF; margin-left: 1em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; width=75%

*'''Race: Nanshi'''
*'''Gender:Isn't that obvious?'''
*'''Age: 122, but who's counting'''
*'''Birthplace: Le'Or T'Nanshi'''
*'''Height: 5'2"'''
*'''Hair Color: Red, with black streaks, born with blue though'''
*'''Eye Color: Green, til she figures out how to change that too'''
*'''Overall Physical Description: Pretty, well toned, and curvy in all the right places'''
<br>
|}

<div align="justify">

<br>

'''Personality'''<br>
Ari is bubbly, giggly and flirty, but.... don't make her angry... you wouldn't like her angry at you. She will flirt with nearly anyone she thinks will help her or give her something. She can be seen with her "close friend" Leah a lot. Ari is quite useful with her dual short stabbies as she calls them and likes to fling arrows at things too. She is a spoiled brat in nearly all senses of the word, but has a youthful impatience that makes her somewhat tolerable.

Ari was using the name Alana to escape her family (see History for more), but has recently decided its safe for her to go by Ari now (a short version of her name that her parents hate anyway).

She has also taken up some hobbies, presumably, there's something she wants. She has become quite proficient at making clothes, as well as fancy arrows for her bow. She's even been seen mining... yes, mining. She has some skill with herbs and plants as well. Ari has also been seen crafting weapons and armor, of low grade but... she seems to learn quickly.

Lately, she has been seen prominetly displaying an amulet around her neck, close inspection shows it to be of The Harpinger.

It's Easier to use single words to describe her than long drawn out verbiage: Pretty, Selfish, Flirty, Psychotic, and Girly

<br>

'''History'''<br>
Born to wealthy parents in Le'Or, she was given anything she wanted so long as she stayed the "perfect little princess".... She got the heck out as soon as possible.

Her parents found the perfect boy for her to marry, a mage with an arrogance and attitude. He met with Ari many times and well, she pretty much wanted to throw up at the possibility of spending her life with him. However, her parents were set on convincing her this was the best thing she could do. Meanwhile Mage Boy was pondering the behavior changes he would inflict on his new arm candy. Obviously, this did not sit well with Miss Ari.

Ari fought alongside the T'Nanshi Army in helping to defeat Damia in Zvid, and in Cor'Vallen. She aided the M'check Army to destroy a stronghold of some sort with the Blackhawk Company. She is a member of neither organization though.

She has been seen everywhere from the ports of Arkaz to the forests of Hala to even, well Elf Gate, but she calls Zvid home.

[[Category:PCs|Ari'Acolai]]

PCs:Elutian

2011-12-03T19:54:29Z

Bidocks: /* Known Associates */

{{PCStyle4|PCBackground=#ffffff
|Portrait=Elutian.jpg
|Name=Elutian
|Race=Elven
|Class=Rogue with a hint of Ranger
|Deity=[[Forian]]
|Aliases=Lute, Sian
|Guild=FEAT
|Server=Lute is Everywhere
|Player=bciphoto
|PM=bidocks}}

'''Elutian''' is an [[Elf]] often seen in Ferrell and T'Nanshi working, whether it be creating weapons, bows or clothing.


__FORCETOC__
== Appearance and personality ==

[[Image:Elutianblade.jpg|thumb|left|400px|Elutian]]
<div align="justify">Elutian is of average height, if not slightly short for a male Elf, standing about five feet tall. He has very red hair which he generally wears with bangs long enough to cover his eyes. He will tell you its so no one can tell where he's looking. He has an athletic build, strong, but more built for speed. To most, especially humans, he appears to be about thirty years old, however, his actual age is unknown, even to him. He can approximate it to about two hundred years, maybe a few more. He wears only a few colors in general, preferring red and black. He rarely, if ever will be seen in metal armor of any kind. He carries a bow that he has had as long as he can remember, but has two blades that he only recently acquired. He tends to seem a bit awkward, especially around pretty women, but he is social. He carries himself like someone with just a bit of confidence, but doesn't want you to get too close. He is constantly watching and listening around him.
Elutian is friendly, even slightly silly at times. Always willing to help if he can, even if somewhat unsure of his abilities. He is quick to laugh, and always has a smile for everyone he meets. Those who know him well, know there is more going on behind that smile however.
When relaxed, or during social encounters, Elutian is light hearted, seemingly without a care in the world. When things become serious, or a friend is in trouble, he will instantly become intense, and very serious, dedicated to the task at hand, giving away his truly serious nature. He takes friendships very carefully, trusting few, however, he is very loyal to his small circle of friends and would willingly take a blade or arrow for any of them.</div>

==Early life==
[[Image:Elutianblades.jpg|thumb|300px|Elutian]]
<div align="justify">Elutian's early life was difficult. He was constantly chastised by the other children for being a "runt", an obvious dig at his small stature. He in turn, rebelled when he could, and came up with nasty little contraptions to get even with the other children. This led to him being expelled from school after school, much to the dismay of his parents. He eventually was sent to a boarding school, and labelled a "problem child". The teasing did not stop there however, it became much worse. He still made small traps and devices to protect himself and get back at the bullies, but now had to be more clever in his finding of the parts for these devices. He learned to move without making a sound and hide in corners and shadows so as not to be seen. He also learned that his small stature was a boon to his new skills! In time, he was able to pick the locks all over the school, gaining him access to all sorts of tools and..... weapons. One particular bully was particularly cruel to Elutian. After repeatedly attacking and pummeling Elutian, just for his size, this bully one day pulled a crude knife on him. This was the last straw. Elutian could hold out no longer. While the child slept, Elutian set traps all around the child's bed, his dresser, his closet, his chest of drawers, anywhere that the bully would go. He then used his skills of lockpicking and stealth to escape the school, never to return. To this day, he has no idea what happened to that child and feels a bit guilty about what 'may' have occurred.

After his escape, Elutian traveled from town to town, doing odd jobs, thieving, doing whatever he could to survive. Along the way, he met with several bands of adventurers of all types and acquired a beautiful Elven Longbow, which he still carries. He also learned to use it well, and was taught where to hit an enemy to cause the most pain and incapacitate them quickest. This, combined with his skills of hiding and being "unseen",as well as his prowess with locks and traps, made him a formidable foe and a highly sought after trapper and locksmith among the bandit gangs. This is how he came to be called "Elutian", a stylized version of "The Eluder", as the gangs came to know him. Even his closest friends may not realize that's not his real name.
He spent many years "working" the roads and pathways of Negaria, then, one day, decided to change his ways a bit. He wanted to see the cities....have a home, maybe a wife? He went to Elysia, met a few people and started on his way to that goal.

</div>

== Current ==
<div align="justify">Elutian currently resides at the Port Hole in Ferrell, but has rooms in most major cities, just in case. He has traveled extensively through the known parts of Negaria, Ysgard, Hala, and even parts of Arkaz.

Over the last few years he has befriended some people who helped to shape his life. Tessa Tangletoe, his closest ally and friend, a Fegallian halfling, can be seen with him frequently. Together they go on "adventures" where they find new components to make things with or new foes to battle with. He has been seen with Rain Merstin, a Duid halfling and friend of Tess, that Lute has taken a liking to as well. Eleanor, of the Warrior Maidens. Lute looks up to El, she almost treats him like her own child, teaching as well as chastising him. He trusts her, and her judgement, and takes every opportunity to learn from her. Davilia Chert, of Le'Nofaythen and ROTE. Davi was the first person to ever offer Elutian a position gained solely by trust. She offered him a position at ROTE, where he now works alongside Tess. This touched him more deeply that he has ever told anyone. He has since become quite the weaponsmith, blacksmith, tailor, and carpenter. It was Davi's influence that led him to have a better understanding of nature and the world around him. She also taught him to use swords, and not just one sword, but two at the same time. He is still working on this style, but is getting quite good. Then there is Miss Tashi, also of the Warrior Maidens. She is his fiance, and he couldn't be happier about that. They share many common interests and skills and soon, their entire lives.

Elutian is a bowman at heart, with his bow always within arm's reach. He has had this bow for as long as he can remember. It is quite beautifully crafted, a composite longbow of ash. It has seen him through many adventures. Lately though, the bow seems more in tune with Elutian's movements, and a faint hum or whirring of gears can be heard if you put your ear to the bow. If pressed, he may even explain what the sounds are. But there is no doubting the power this bow holds. More recently, he has found the shortsword to be a workable solution for him and his dual shortswords are always at his side. They both evoke the sounds of thunder and lightning if you listen closely and strike with the ferocity of a storm. His fighting style is.... to say the least...that of a bandit. He will put to use any trick he knows, or any advantage he can press into service. He has taught himself to use any magic wand he comes across and many arcane scrolls to aid him in battle. His favorite tactic is still to creep up to an enemy, undetected, and strike out, crippling them so they cannot fight back, then finishing them off. If needed, he can lay a network of handmade traps and lure enemies through it, likely followed by one of his characteristic chuckles.

Elutian has made many friends along the way, too numerous to mention all of them here. He was recently inducted into FEAT, which he is very proud to be a member of. He feels that it is his duty to help defend Ferrell if he can and does so willingly. Elutian is a strong protector of his friends, and will never leave someone when they are down, instead putting himself in jeopardy to help get them away from whatever danger is present.

Though most of his deeds are not the stuff of a hero, he did answer the call to Southill in M'Chek to save the town from undead, for which he received a Medal, that he has clipped to the inside of his cloak at all times.

Recently, Elutian has found a path, after many years of trying to find his way in the world, and a few disappointed Deities, Pelar has a new Hunter to add to the fold. Being a Pelarite is very comforting to Elutian, as he sees himself as a Protector of the Forest, this one, is a perfect fit.

== Known Associates ==
''Elutian is often found in the company of the following:''<br>
[[PCs:Tessa Tangletoe|'''Tessa''']]<br>
[[PCs:Rain Merstin|'''Rain Merstin''']]<br>
'''Eleanor'''<br>
'''Tashi E'Lie'''<br>

[[Category:PCs|Elutian]]
[[Category:T'NanshiPCs|Elutian]]
[[Category:FerrellPCs|Elutian]]

PCs:Ari'Acolai

2011-12-03T19:50:56Z

Bidocks: /* Ari'Acolai */

== Ari'Acolai ==
AKA: Alana

[[Image:Ari.jpg|thumb|200px|right]]

{{PC}}

{| style="background: #DDFFFF; margin-left: 1em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; width=75%

*'''Race: Nanshi'''
*'''Gender:Isn't that obvious?'''
*'''Age: 122, but who's counting'''
*'''Birthplace: Le'Or T'Nanshi'''
*'''Height: 5'2"'''
*'''Hair Color: Red, with black streaks, born with blue though'''
*'''Eye Color: Blue, til she figures out how to change that too'''
*'''Overall Physical Description: Pretty, well toned, and curvy in all the right places'''
<br>
|}

<div align="justify">

<br>

'''Personality'''<br>
Ari is bubbly, giggly and flirty, but.... don't make her angry... you wouldn't like her angry at you. She will flirt with nearly anyone she thinks will help her or give her something. She can be seen with her "close friend" Leah a lot. Ari is quite useful with her dual short stabbies as she calls them and likes to fling arrows at things too. She is a spoiled brat in nearly all senses of the word, but has a youthful impatience that makes her somewhat tolerable.

Ari was using the name Alana to escape her family (see History for more), but has recently decided its safe for her to go by Ari now (a short version of her name that her parents hate anyway).

She has also taken up some hobbies, presumably, there's something she wants. She has become quite proficient at making clothes, as well as fancy arrows for her bow. She's even been seen mining... yes, mining. She has some skill with herbs and plants as well. Ari has also been seen crafting weapons and armor, of low grade but... she seems to learn quickly.

Lately, she has been seen prominetly displaying an amulet around her neck, close inspection shows it to be of The Harpinger.

It's Easier to use single words to describe her than long drawn out verbiage: Pretty, Selfish, Flirty, Psychotic, and Girly

<br>

'''History'''<br>
Born to wealthy parents in Le'Or, she was given anything she wanted so long as she stayed the "perfect little princess".... She got the heck out as soon as possible.

Her parents found the perfect boy for her to marry, a mage with an arrogance and attitude. He met with Ari many times and well, she pretty much wanted to throw up at the possibility of spending her life with him. However, her parents were set on convincing her this was the best thing she could do. Meanwhile Mage Boy was pondering the behavior changes he would inflict on his new arm candy. Obviously, this did not sit well with Miss Ari.

Ari fought alongside the T'Nanshi Army in helping to defeat Damia in Zvid, and in Cor'Vallen. She aided the M'check Army to destroy a stronghold of some sort with the Blackhawk Company. She is a member of neither organization though.

She has been seen everywhere from the ports of Arkaz to the forests of Hala to even, well Elf Gate, but she calls Zvid home.

[[Category:PCs|Ari'Acolai]]

PCs:Elutian

2011-06-30T03:07:08Z

Bidocks: /* Current */

{{PCStyle4|PCBackground=#ffffff
|Portrait=Elutian.jpg
|Name=Elutian
|Race=Elven
|Class=Rogue with a hint of Ranger
|Deity=[[Forian]]
|Aliases=Lute, Sian
|Guild=FEAT
|Server=Lute is Everywhere
|Player=bciphoto
|PM=bidocks}}

'''Elutian''' is an [[Elf]] often seen in Ferrell and T'Nanshi working, whether it be creating weapons, bows or clothing.


__FORCETOC__
== Appearance and personality ==

[[Image:Elutianblade.jpg|thumb|left|400px|Elutian]]
<div align="justify">Elutian is of average height, if not slightly short for a male Elf, standing about five feet tall. He has very red hair which he generally wears with bangs long enough to cover his eyes. He will tell you its so no one can tell where he's looking. He has an athletic build, strong, but more built for speed. To most, especially humans, he appears to be about thirty years old, however, his actual age is unknown, even to him. He can approximate it to about two hundred years, maybe a few more. He wears only a few colors in general, preferring red and black. He rarely, if ever will be seen in metal armor of any kind. He carries a bow that he has had as long as he can remember, but has two blades that he only recently acquired. He tends to seem a bit awkward, especially around pretty women, but he is social. He carries himself like someone with just a bit of confidence, but doesn't want you to get too close. He is constantly watching and listening around him.
Elutian is friendly, even slightly silly at times. Always willing to help if he can, even if somewhat unsure of his abilities. He is quick to laugh, and always has a smile for everyone he meets. Those who know him well, know there is more going on behind that smile however.
When relaxed, or during social encounters, Elutian is light hearted, seemingly without a care in the world. When things become serious, or a friend is in trouble, he will instantly become intense, and very serious, dedicated to the task at hand, giving away his truly serious nature. He takes friendships very carefully, trusting few, however, he is very loyal to his small circle of friends and would willingly take a blade or arrow for any of them.</div>

==Early life==
[[Image:Elutianblades.jpg|thumb|300px|Elutian]]
<div align="justify">Elutian's early life was difficult. He was constantly chastised by the other children for being a "runt", an obvious dig at his small stature. He in turn, rebelled when he could, and came up with nasty little contraptions to get even with the other children. This led to him being expelled from school after school, much to the dismay of his parents. He eventually was sent to a boarding school, and labelled a "problem child". The teasing did not stop there however, it became much worse. He still made small traps and devices to protect himself and get back at the bullies, but now had to be more clever in his finding of the parts for these devices. He learned to move without making a sound and hide in corners and shadows so as not to be seen. He also learned that his small stature was a boon to his new skills! In time, he was able to pick the locks all over the school, gaining him access to all sorts of tools and..... weapons. One particular bully was particularly cruel to Elutian. After repeatedly attacking and pummeling Elutian, just for his size, this bully one day pulled a crude knife on him. This was the last straw. Elutian could hold out no longer. While the child slept, Elutian set traps all around the child's bed, his dresser, his closet, his chest of drawers, anywhere that the bully would go. He then used his skills of lockpicking and stealth to escape the school, never to return. To this day, he has no idea what happened to that child and feels a bit guilty about what 'may' have occurred.

After his escape, Elutian traveled from town to town, doing odd jobs, thieving, doing whatever he could to survive. Along the way, he met with several bands of adventurers of all types and acquired a beautiful Elven Longbow, which he still carries. He also learned to use it well, and was taught where to hit an enemy to cause the most pain and incapacitate them quickest. This, combined with his skills of hiding and being "unseen",as well as his prowess with locks and traps, made him a formidable foe and a highly sought after trapper and locksmith among the bandit gangs. This is how he came to be called "Elutian", a stylized version of "The Eluder", as the gangs came to know him. Even his closest friends may not realize that's not his real name.
He spent many years "working" the roads and pathways of Negaria, then, one day, decided to change his ways a bit. He wanted to see the cities....have a home, maybe a wife? He went to Elysia, met a few people and started on his way to that goal.

</div>

== Current ==
<div align="justify">Elutian currently resides at the Port Hole in Ferrell, but has rooms in most major cities, just in case. He has traveled extensively through the known parts of Negaria, Ysgard, Hala, and even parts of Arkaz.

Over the last few years he has befriended some people who helped to shape his life. Tessa Tangletoe, his closest ally and friend, a Fegallian halfling, can be seen with him frequently. Together they go on "adventures" where they find new components to make things with or new foes to battle with. He has been seen with Rain Merstin, a Duid halfling and friend of Tess, that Lute has taken a liking to as well. Eleanor, of the Warrior Maidens. Lute looks up to El, she almost treats him like her own child, teaching as well as chastising him. He trusts her, and her judgement, and takes every opportunity to learn from her. Davilia Chert, of Le'Nofaythen and ROTE. Davi was the first person to ever offer Elutian a position gained solely by trust. She offered him a position at ROTE, where he now works alongside Tess. This touched him more deeply that he has ever told anyone. He has since become quite the weaponsmith, blacksmith, tailor, and carpenter. It was Davi's influence that led him to have a better understanding of nature and the world around him. She also taught him to use swords, and not just one sword, but two at the same time. He is still working on this style, but is getting quite good. Then there is Miss Tashi, also of the Warrior Maidens. She is his fiance, and he couldn't be happier about that. They share many common interests and skills and soon, their entire lives.

Elutian is a bowman at heart, with his bow always within arm's reach. He has had this bow for as long as he can remember. It is quite beautifully crafted, a composite longbow of ash. It has seen him through many adventures. Lately though, the bow seems more in tune with Elutian's movements, and a faint hum or whirring of gears can be heard if you put your ear to the bow. If pressed, he may even explain what the sounds are. But there is no doubting the power this bow holds. More recently, he has found the shortsword to be a workable solution for him and his dual shortswords are always at his side. They both evoke the sounds of thunder and lightning if you listen closely and strike with the ferocity of a storm. His fighting style is.... to say the least...that of a bandit. He will put to use any trick he knows, or any advantage he can press into service. He has taught himself to use any magic wand he comes across and many arcane scrolls to aid him in battle. His favorite tactic is still to creep up to an enemy, undetected, and strike out, crippling them so they cannot fight back, then finishing them off. If needed, he can lay a network of handmade traps and lure enemies through it, likely followed by one of his characteristic chuckles.

Elutian has made many friends along the way, too numerous to mention all of them here. He was recently inducted into FEAT, which he is very proud to be a member of. He feels that it is his duty to help defend Ferrell if he can and does so willingly. Elutian is a strong protector of his friends, and will never leave someone when they are down, instead putting himself in jeopardy to help get them away from whatever danger is present.

Though most of his deeds are not the stuff of a hero, he did answer the call to Southill in M'Chek to save the town from undead, for which he received a Medal, that he has clipped to the inside of his cloak at all times.

Recently, Elutian has found a path, after many years of trying to find his way in the world, and a few disappointed Deities, Pelar has a new Hunter to add to the fold. Being a Pelarite is very comforting to Elutian, as he sees himself as a Protector of the Forest, this one, is a perfect fit.

== Known Associates ==
''Elutian is often found in the company of the following:''<br>
[[PCs:Tessa Tangletoe|'''Tessa''']]<br>
[[PCs:Rain Merstin|'''Rain Merstin''']]<br>
'''Eleanor'''<br>

[[Category:PCs|Elutian]]
[[Category:T'NanshiPCs|Elutian]]
[[Category:FerrellPCs|Elutian]]

PCs:Elutian

2011-06-30T03:04:12Z

Bidocks:

{{PCStyle4|PCBackground=#ffffff
|Portrait=Elutian.jpg
|Name=Elutian
|Race=Elven
|Class=Rogue with a hint of Ranger
|Deity=[[Forian]]
|Aliases=Lute, Sian
|Guild=FEAT
|Server=Lute is Everywhere
|Player=bciphoto
|PM=bidocks}}

'''Elutian''' is an [[Elf]] often seen in Ferrell and T'Nanshi working, whether it be creating weapons, bows or clothing.


__FORCETOC__
== Appearance and personality ==

[[Image:Elutianblade.jpg|thumb|left|400px|Elutian]]
<div align="justify">Elutian is of average height, if not slightly short for a male Elf, standing about five feet tall. He has very red hair which he generally wears with bangs long enough to cover his eyes. He will tell you its so no one can tell where he's looking. He has an athletic build, strong, but more built for speed. To most, especially humans, he appears to be about thirty years old, however, his actual age is unknown, even to him. He can approximate it to about two hundred years, maybe a few more. He wears only a few colors in general, preferring red and black. He rarely, if ever will be seen in metal armor of any kind. He carries a bow that he has had as long as he can remember, but has two blades that he only recently acquired. He tends to seem a bit awkward, especially around pretty women, but he is social. He carries himself like someone with just a bit of confidence, but doesn't want you to get too close. He is constantly watching and listening around him.
Elutian is friendly, even slightly silly at times. Always willing to help if he can, even if somewhat unsure of his abilities. He is quick to laugh, and always has a smile for everyone he meets. Those who know him well, know there is more going on behind that smile however.
When relaxed, or during social encounters, Elutian is light hearted, seemingly without a care in the world. When things become serious, or a friend is in trouble, he will instantly become intense, and very serious, dedicated to the task at hand, giving away his truly serious nature. He takes friendships very carefully, trusting few, however, he is very loyal to his small circle of friends and would willingly take a blade or arrow for any of them.</div>

==Early life==
[[Image:Elutianblades.jpg|thumb|300px|Elutian]]
<div align="justify">Elutian's early life was difficult. He was constantly chastised by the other children for being a "runt", an obvious dig at his small stature. He in turn, rebelled when he could, and came up with nasty little contraptions to get even with the other children. This led to him being expelled from school after school, much to the dismay of his parents. He eventually was sent to a boarding school, and labelled a "problem child". The teasing did not stop there however, it became much worse. He still made small traps and devices to protect himself and get back at the bullies, but now had to be more clever in his finding of the parts for these devices. He learned to move without making a sound and hide in corners and shadows so as not to be seen. He also learned that his small stature was a boon to his new skills! In time, he was able to pick the locks all over the school, gaining him access to all sorts of tools and..... weapons. One particular bully was particularly cruel to Elutian. After repeatedly attacking and pummeling Elutian, just for his size, this bully one day pulled a crude knife on him. This was the last straw. Elutian could hold out no longer. While the child slept, Elutian set traps all around the child's bed, his dresser, his closet, his chest of drawers, anywhere that the bully would go. He then used his skills of lockpicking and stealth to escape the school, never to return. To this day, he has no idea what happened to that child and feels a bit guilty about what 'may' have occurred.

After his escape, Elutian traveled from town to town, doing odd jobs, thieving, doing whatever he could to survive. Along the way, he met with several bands of adventurers of all types and acquired a beautiful Elven Longbow, which he still carries. He also learned to use it well, and was taught where to hit an enemy to cause the most pain and incapacitate them quickest. This, combined with his skills of hiding and being "unseen",as well as his prowess with locks and traps, made him a formidable foe and a highly sought after trapper and locksmith among the bandit gangs. This is how he came to be called "Elutian", a stylized version of "The Eluder", as the gangs came to know him. Even his closest friends may not realize that's not his real name.
He spent many years "working" the roads and pathways of Negaria, then, one day, decided to change his ways a bit. He wanted to see the cities....have a home, maybe a wife? He went to Elysia, met a few people and started on his way to that goal.

</div>

== Current ==
<div align="justify">Elutian currently resides at the Port Hole in Ferrell, but has rooms in most major cities, just in case. He has traveled extensively through the known parts of Negaria, Ysgard, Hala, and even parts of Arkaz.

Over the last few years he has befriended some people who helped to shape his life. Tessa Tangletoe, his closest ally and friend, a Fegallian halfling, can be seen with him frequently. Together they go on "adventures" where they find new components to make things with or new foes to battle with. He has been seen with Rain Merstin, a Duid halfling and friend of Tess, that Lute has taken a liking to as well. Eleanor, of the Warrior Maidens. Lute looks up to El, she almost treats him like her own child, teaching as well as chastising him. He trusts her, and her judgement, and takes every opportunity to learn from her. Davilia Chert, of Le'Nofaythen and ROTE. Davi was the first person to ever offer Elutian a position gained solely by trust. She offered him a position at ROTE, where he now works alongside Tess. This touched him more deeply that he has ever told anyone. He has since become quite the weaponsmith, blacksmith, tailor, and carpenter. It was Davi's influence that led him to have a better understanding of nature and the world around him. She also taught him to use swords, and not just one sword, but two at the same time. He is still working on this style, but is getting quite good. Then there is Miss Tashi, also of the Warrior Maidens. She is his fiance, and he couldn't be happier about that. They share many common interests and skills and soon, their entire lives.

Elutian is a bowman at heart, with his bow always within arm's reach. He has had this bow for as long as he can remember. It is quite beautifully crafted, a composite longbow of ash. It has seen him through many adventures. Lately though, the bow seems more in tune with Elutian's movements, and a faint hum or whirring of gears can be heard if you put your ear to the bow. If pressed, he may even explain what the sounds are. But there is no doubting the power this bow holds. More recently, he has found the shortsword to be a workable solution for him and his dual shortswords are always at his side. They both evoke the sounds of thunder and lightning if you listen closely and strike with the ferocity of a storm. His fighting style is.... to say the least...that of a bandit. He will put to use any trick he knows, or any advantage he can press into service. He has taught himself to use any magic wand he comes across and many arcane scrolls to aid him in battle. His favorite tactic is still to creep up to an enemy, undetected, and strike out, crippling them so they cannot fight back, then finishing them off. If needed, he can lay a network of handmade traps and lure enemies through it, likely followed by one of his characteristic chuckles.

Elutian has made many friends along the way, too numerous to mention all of them here. He was recently inducted into FEAT, which he is very proud to be a member of. He feels that it is his duty to help defend Ferrell if he can and does so willingly. Elutian is a strong protector of his friends, and will never leave someone when they are down, instead putting himself in jeopardy to help get them away from whatever danger is present.

Though most of his deeds are not the stuff of a hero, he did answer the call to Southill in M'Chek to save the town from undead, for which he received a Medal, that he has clipped to the inside of his cloak at all times.

Several months ago, Elutian found the world just too.... well... something. He tried to retire from adventuring and settle down. He got bored, so he came back to ROTE, and is taking up adventuring once more.

== Known Associates ==
''Elutian is often found in the company of the following:''<br>
[[PCs:Tessa Tangletoe|'''Tessa''']]<br>
[[PCs:Rain Merstin|'''Rain Merstin''']]<br>
'''Eleanor'''<br>

[[Category:PCs|Elutian]]
[[Category:T'NanshiPCs|Elutian]]
[[Category:FerrellPCs|Elutian]]

PCs:Elutian

2011-06-30T02:47:19Z

Bidocks:

{{PCStyle4|PCBackground=#ffffff
|Portrait=Elutian.jpg
|Name=Elutian
|Race=Elven
|Class=Rogue with a hint of Ranger
|Deity=[[Forian]]
|Aliases=Lute, Sian
|Guild=FEAT
|Server=Lute is Everywhere
|Player=bciphoto
|PM=bidocks}}

'''Elutian''' is an [[Elf]] often seen in Ferrell and T'Nanshi working, whether it be creating weapons, bows or clothing.


__FORCETOC__
== Appearance and personality ==

[[Image:Elutianblade.jpg|thumb|left|400px|Elutian]]
<div align="justify">Elutian is of average height, if not slightly short for a male Elf, standing about five feet tall. He has very red hair which he generally wears with bangs long enough to cover his eyes. He will tell you its so no one can tell where he's looking. He has an athletic build, strong, but more built for speed. To most, especially humans, he appears to be about thirty years old, however, his actual age is unknown, even to him. He can approximate it to about two hundred years, maybe a few more. He wears only a few colors in general, preferring red and black. He rarely, if ever will be seen in metal armor of any kind. He carries a bow that he has had as long as he can remember, but has two blades that he only recently acquired. He tends to seem a bit awkward, especially around pretty women, but he is social. He carries himself like someone with just a bit of confidence, but doesn't want you to get too close. He is constantly watching and listening around him.
Elutian is friendly, even slightly silly at times. Always willing to help if he can, even if somewhat unsure of his abilities. He is quick to laugh, and always has a smile for everyone he meets. Those who know him well, know there is more going on behind that smile however.
When relaxed, or during social encounters, Elutian is light hearted, seemingly without a care in the world. When things become serious, or a friend is in trouble, he will instantly become intense, and very serious, dedicated to the task at hand, giving away his truly serious nature. He takes friendships very carefully, trusting few, however, he is very loyal to his small circle of friends and would willingly take a blade or arrow for any of them.</div>

==Early life==
[[Image:Elutianblades.jpg|thumb|100px|Elutian]]
<div align="justify">Elutian's early life was difficult. He was constantly chastised by the other children for being a "runt", an obvious dig at his small stature. He in turn, rebelled when he could, and came up with nasty little contraptions to get even with the other children. This led to him being expelled from school after school, much to the dismay of his parents. He eventually was sent to a boarding school, and labelled a "problem child". The teasing did not stop there however, it became much worse. He still made small traps and devices to protect himself and get back at the bullies, but now had to be more clever in his finding of the parts for these devices. He learned to move without making a sound and hide in corners and shadows so as not to be seen. He also learned that his small stature was a boon to his new skills! In time, he was able to pick the locks all over the school, gaining him access to all sorts of tools and..... weapons. One particular bully was particularly cruel to Elutian. After repeatedly attacking and pummeling Elutian, just for his size, this bully one day pulled a crude knife on him. This was the last straw. Elutian could hold out no longer. While the child slept, Elutian set traps all around the child's bed, his dresser, his closet, his chest of drawers, anywhere that the bully would go. He then used his skills of lockpicking and stealth to escape the school, never to return. To this day, he has no idea what happened to that child and feels a bit guilty about what 'may' have occurred.

After his escape, Elutian traveled from town to town, doing odd jobs, thieving, doing whatever he could to survive. Along the way, he met with several bands of adventurers of all types and acquired a beautiful Elven Longbow, which he still carries. He also learned to use it well, and was taught where to hit an enemy to cause the most pain and incapacitate them quickest. This, combined with his skills of hiding and being "unseen",as well as his prowess with locks and traps, made him a formidable foe and a highly sought after trapper and locksmith among the bandit gangs. This is how he came to be called "Elutian", a stylized version of "The Eluder", as the gangs came to know him. Even his closest friends may not realize that's not his real name.
He spent many years "working" the roads and pathways of Negaria, then, one day, decided to change his ways a bit. He wanted to see the cities....have a home, maybe a wife? He went to Elysia, met a few people and started on his way to that goal.

</div>

== Current ==
<div align="justify">Elutian currently resides at the Port Hole in Ferrell, but has rooms in most major cities, just in case. He has traveled extensively through the known parts of Negaria, Ysgard, Hala, and even parts of Arkaz.

Over the last few years he has befriended some people who helped to shape his life. Tessa Tangletoe, his closest ally and friend, a Fegallian halfling, can be seen with him frequently. Together they go on "adventures" where they find new components to make things with or new foes to battle with. He has been seen with Rain Merstin, a Duid halfling and friend of Tess, that Lute has taken a liking to as well. Eleanor, of the Warrior Maidens. Lute looks up to El, she almost treats him like her own child, teaching as well as chastising him. He trusts her, and her judgement, and takes every opportunity to learn from her. Davilia Chert, of Le'Nofaythen and ROTE. Davi was the first person to ever offer Elutian a position gained solely by trust. She offered him a position at ROTE, where he now works alongside Tess. This touched him more deeply that he has ever told anyone. He has since become quite the weaponsmith, blacksmith, tailor, and carpenter. It was Davi's influence that led him to have a better understanding of nature and the world around him. She also taught him to use swords, and not just one sword, but two at the same time. He is still working on this style, but is getting quite good. Then there is Miss Tashi, also of the Warrior Maidens. She is his fiance, and he couldn't be happier about that. They share many common interests and skills and soon, their entire lives.

Elutian is a bowman at heart, with his bow always within arm's reach. He has had this bow for as long as he can remember. It is quite beautifully crafted, a composite longbow of ash. It has seen him through many adventures. Lately though, the bow seems more in tune with Elutian's movements, and a faint hum or whirring of gears can be heard if you put your ear to the bow. If pressed, he may even explain what the sounds are. But there is no doubting the power this bow holds. More recently, he has found the shortsword to be a workable solution for him and his dual shortswords are always at his side. They both evoke the sounds of thunder and lightning if you listen closely and strike with the ferocity of a storm. His fighting style is.... to say the least...that of a bandit. He will put to use any trick he knows, or any advantage he can press into service. He has taught himself to use any magic wand he comes across and many arcane scrolls to aid him in battle. His favorite tactic is still to creep up to an enemy, undetected, and strike out, crippling them so they cannot fight back, then finishing them off. If needed, he can lay a network of handmade traps and lure enemies through it, likely followed by one of his characteristic chuckles.

Elutian has made many friends along the way, too numerous to mention all of them here. He was recently inducted into FEAT, which he is very proud to be a member of. He feels that it is his duty to help defend Ferrell if he can and does so willingly. Elutian is a strong protector of his friends, and will never leave someone when they are down, instead putting himself in jeopardy to help get them away from whatever danger is present.

Though most of his deeds are not the stuff of a hero, he did answer the call to Southill in M'Chek to save the town from undead, for which he received a Medal, that he has clipped to the inside of his cloak at all times.

Several months ago, Elutian found the world just too.... well... something. He tried to retire from adventuring and settle down. He got bored, so he came back to ROTE, and is taking up adventuring once more.

== Known Associates ==
''Elutian is often found in the company of the following:''<br>
[[PCs:Tessa Tangletoe|'''Tessa''']]<br>
[[PCs:Rain Merstin|'''Rain Merstin''']]<br>
'''Eleanor'''<br>

[[Category:PCs|Elutian]]
[[Category:T'NanshiPCs|Elutian]]
[[Category:FerrellPCs|Elutian]]

File:Elutianblade.jpg

2011-06-30T02:45:05Z

Bidocks: uploaded a new version of "Image:Elutianblade.jpg"

File:Lute.jpg

2011-06-30T02:44:21Z

Bidocks:

PCs:Tashi E'lie

2011-06-30T02:07:32Z

Bidocks:

PCs:Tashi E'lie

2011-06-30T02:06:26Z

Bidocks: /* Known Associates */

PCs:Tashi E'lie

2011-06-30T02:05:33Z

Bidocks: /* Current */

PCs:Tashi E'lie

2011-06-30T02:05:06Z

Bidocks: /* Early life */

PCs:Tashi E'lie

2011-06-30T02:04:36Z

Bidocks: /* Appearance and personality */

{{PCStyle1|PCBackground=#ffffff
|Portrait=tashicopy.png
|Name=Tashi E'lie
|Race=Elven
|Class=Sorceror
|Deity=[[Dre'ana]]
|Server=Elysia
|Guild=Warrior Maidens of Dre'ana
|Player=crazytinkerbell98
|PM=crazytinkerbell98}}

'''Elutian''' is an [[Elf]] often seen in Ferrell and T'Nanshi working, whether it be creating weapons, bows or clothing.


__FORCETOC__
== Appearance and personality ==

[[Image:imager.jpg
|thumb|left|100px|Tashi]]
<div align="justify">
</div>

==Early life==
[[Image:Elutianblades.jpg|thumb|100px|Elutian]]
<div align="justify">Elutian's early life was difficult. He was constantly chastised by the other children for being a "runt", an obvious dig at his small stature. He in turn, rebelled when he could, and came up with nasty little contraptions to get even with the other children. This led to him being expelled from school after school, much to the dismay of his parents. He eventually was sent to a boarding school, and labelled a "problem child". The teasing did not stop there however, it became much worse. He still made small traps and devices to protect himself and get back at the bullies, but now had to be more clever in his finding of the parts for these devices. He learned to move without making a sound and hide in corners and shadows so as not to be seen. He also learned that his small stature was a boon to his new skills! In time, he was able to pick the locks all over the school, gaining him access to all sorts of tools and..... weapons. One particular bully was particularly cruel to Elutian. After repeatedly attacking and pummeling Elutian, just for his size, this bully one day pulled a crude knife on him. This was the last straw. Elutian could hold out no longer. While the child slept, Elutian set traps all around the child's bed, his dresser, his closet, his chest of drawers, anywhere that the bully would go. He then used his skills of lockpicking and stealth to escape the school, never to return. To this day, he has no idea what happened to that child and feels a bit guilty about what 'may' have occurred.

After his escape, Elutian traveled from town to town, doing odd jobs, thieving, doing whatever he could to survive. Along the way, he met with several bands of adventurers of all types and acquired a beautiful Elven Longbow, which he still carries. He also learned to use it well, and was taught where to hit an enemy to cause the most pain and incapacitate them quickest. This, combined with his skills of hiding and being "unseen",as well as his prowess with locks and traps, made him a formidable foe and a highly sought after trapper and locksmith among the bandit gangs. This is how he came to be called "Elutian", a stylized version of "The Eluder", as the gangs came to know him. Even his closest friends may not realize that's not his real name.
He spent many years "working" the roads and pathways of Negaria, then, one day, decided to change his ways a bit. He wanted to see the cities....have a home, maybe a wife? He went to Elysia, met a few people and started on his way to that goal.

</div>

== Current ==
<div align="justify">Elutian currently resides at the Port Hole in Ferrell, but has rooms in most major cities, just in case. He has traveled extensively through the known parts of Negaria, Ysgard, Hala, and even parts of Arkaz.

Over the last few years he has befriended some people who helped to shape his life. Tessa Tangletoe, his closest ally and friend, a Fegallian halfling, can be seen with him frequently. Together they go on "adventures" where they find new components to make things with or new foes to battle with. He has been seen with Rain Merstin, a Duid halfling and friend of Tess, that Lute has taken a liking to as well. Eleanor, of the Warrior Maidens. Lute looks up to El, she almost treats him like her own child, teaching as well as chastising him. He trusts her, and her judgement, and takes every opportunity to learn from her. Davilia Chert, of Le'Nofaythen and ROTE. Davi was the first person to ever offer Elutian a position gained solely by trust. She offered him a position at ROTE, where he now works alongside Tess. This touched him more deeply that he has ever told anyone. He has since become quite the weaponsmith, blacksmith, tailor, and carpenter. It was Davi's influence that led him to have a better understanding of nature and the world around him. She also taught him to use swords, and not just one sword, but two at the same time. He is still working on this style, but is getting quite good. Then there is Miss Tashi, also of the Warrior Maidens. She is his fiance, and he couldn't be happier about that. They share many common interests and skills and soon, their entire lives.

Elutian is a bowman at heart, with his bow always within arm's reach. He has had this bow for as long as he can remember. It is quite beautifully crafted, a composite longbow of ash. It has seen him through many adventures. Lately though, the bow seems more in tune with Elutian's movements, and a faint hum or whirring of gears can be heard if you put your ear to the bow. If pressed, he may even explain what the sounds are. But there is no doubting the power this bow holds. More recently, he has found the shortsword to be a workable solution for him and his dual shortswords are always at his side. They both evoke the sounds of thunder and lightning if you listen closely and strike with the ferocity of a storm. His fighting style is.... to say the least...that of a bandit. He will put to use any trick he knows, or any advantage he can press into service. He has taught himself to use any magic wand he comes across and many arcane scrolls to aid him in battle. His favorite tactic is still to creep up to an enemy, undetected, and strike out, crippling them so they cannot fight back, then finishing them off. If needed, he can lay a network of handmade traps and lure enemies through it, likely followed by one of his characteristic chuckles.

Elutian has made many friends along the way, too numerous to mention all of them here. He was recently inducted into FEAT, which he is very proud to be a member of. He feels that it is his duty to help defend Ferrell if he can and does so willingly. Elutian is a strong protector of his friends, and will never leave someone when they are down, instead putting himself in jeopardy to help get them away from whatever danger is present.

Though most of his deeds are not the stuff of a hero, he did answer the call to Southill in M'Chek to save the town from undead, for which he received a Medal, that he has clipped to the inside of his cloak at all times.

Several months ago, Elutian found the world just too.... well... something. He tried to retire from adventuring and settle down. He got bored, so he came back to ROTE, and is taking up adventuring once more.

== Known Associates ==
''Elutian is often found in the company of the following:''<br>
[[PCs:Tessa Tangletoe|'''Tessa''']]<br>
[[PCs:Rain Merstin|'''Rain Merstin''']]<br>
'''Eleanor'''<br>

[[Category:PCs|Elutian]]
[[Category:T'NanshiPCs|Elutian]]
[[Category:FerrellPCs|Elutian]]

PCs:Tashi E'lie

2011-06-30T02:03:48Z

Bidocks:

{{PCStyle1|PCBackground=#ffffff
|Portrait=tashicopy.png
|Name=Tashi E'lie
|Race=Elven
|Class=Sorceror
|Deity=[[Dre'ana]]
|Server=Elysia
|Guild=Warrior Maidens of Dre'ana
|Player=crazytinkerbell98
|PM=crazytinkerbell98}}

'''Elutian''' is an [[Elf]] often seen in Ferrell and T'Nanshi working, whether it be creating weapons, bows or clothing.


__FORCETOC__
== Appearance and personality ==

[[Image:Elutianblade.jpg|thumb|left|100px|Elutian]]
<div align="justify">Elutian is of average height, if not slightly short for a male Elf, standing about five feet tall. He has very red hair which he generally wears with bangs long enough to cover his eyes. He will tell you its so no one can tell where he's looking. He has an athletic build, strong, but more built for speed. To most, especially humans, he appears to be about thirty years old, however, his actual age is unknown, even to him. He can approximate it to about two hundred years, maybe a few more. He wears only a few colors in general, preferring red and black. He rarely, if ever will be seen in metal armor of any kind. He carries a bow that he has had as long as he can remember, but has two blades that he only recently acquired. He tends to seem a bit awkward, especially around pretty women, but he is social. He carries himself like someone with just a bit of confidence, but doesn't want you to get too close. He is constantly watching and listening around him.
Elutian is friendly, even slightly silly at times. Always willing to help if he can, even if somewhat unsure of his abilities. He is quick to laugh, and always has a smile for everyone he meets. Those who know him well, know there is more going on behind that smile however.
When relaxed, or during social encounters, Elutian is light hearted, seemingly without a care in the world. When things become serious, or a friend is in trouble, he will instantly become intense, and very serious, dedicated to the task at hand, giving away his truly serious nature. He takes friendships very carefully, trusting few, however, he is very loyal to his small circle of friends and would willingly take a blade or arrow for any of them.</div>

==Early life==
[[Image:Elutianblades.jpg|thumb|100px|Elutian]]
<div align="justify">Elutian's early life was difficult. He was constantly chastised by the other children for being a "runt", an obvious dig at his small stature. He in turn, rebelled when he could, and came up with nasty little contraptions to get even with the other children. This led to him being expelled from school after school, much to the dismay of his parents. He eventually was sent to a boarding school, and labelled a "problem child". The teasing did not stop there however, it became much worse. He still made small traps and devices to protect himself and get back at the bullies, but now had to be more clever in his finding of the parts for these devices. He learned to move without making a sound and hide in corners and shadows so as not to be seen. He also learned that his small stature was a boon to his new skills! In time, he was able to pick the locks all over the school, gaining him access to all sorts of tools and..... weapons. One particular bully was particularly cruel to Elutian. After repeatedly attacking and pummeling Elutian, just for his size, this bully one day pulled a crude knife on him. This was the last straw. Elutian could hold out no longer. While the child slept, Elutian set traps all around the child's bed, his dresser, his closet, his chest of drawers, anywhere that the bully would go. He then used his skills of lockpicking and stealth to escape the school, never to return. To this day, he has no idea what happened to that child and feels a bit guilty about what 'may' have occurred.

After his escape, Elutian traveled from town to town, doing odd jobs, thieving, doing whatever he could to survive. Along the way, he met with several bands of adventurers of all types and acquired a beautiful Elven Longbow, which he still carries. He also learned to use it well, and was taught where to hit an enemy to cause the most pain and incapacitate them quickest. This, combined with his skills of hiding and being "unseen",as well as his prowess with locks and traps, made him a formidable foe and a highly sought after trapper and locksmith among the bandit gangs. This is how he came to be called "Elutian", a stylized version of "The Eluder", as the gangs came to know him. Even his closest friends may not realize that's not his real name.
He spent many years "working" the roads and pathways of Negaria, then, one day, decided to change his ways a bit. He wanted to see the cities....have a home, maybe a wife? He went to Elysia, met a few people and started on his way to that goal.

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== Current ==
<div align="justify">Elutian currently resides at the Port Hole in Ferrell, but has rooms in most major cities, just in case. He has traveled extensively through the known parts of Negaria, Ysgard, Hala, and even parts of Arkaz.

Over the last few years he has befriended some people who helped to shape his life. Tessa Tangletoe, his closest ally and friend, a Fegallian halfling, can be seen with him frequently. Together they go on "adventures" where they find new components to make things with or new foes to battle with. He has been seen with Rain Merstin, a Duid halfling and friend of Tess, that Lute has taken a liking to as well. Eleanor, of the Warrior Maidens. Lute looks up to El, she almost treats him like her own child, teaching as well as chastising him. He trusts her, and her judgement, and takes every opportunity to learn from her. Davilia Chert, of Le'Nofaythen and ROTE. Davi was the first person to ever offer Elutian a position gained solely by trust. She offered him a position at ROTE, where he now works alongside Tess. This touched him more deeply that he has ever told anyone. He has since become quite the weaponsmith, blacksmith, tailor, and carpenter. It was Davi's influence that led him to have a better understanding of nature and the world around him. She also taught him to use swords, and not just one sword, but two at the same time. He is still working on this style, but is getting quite good. Then there is Miss Tashi, also of the Warrior Maidens. She is his fiance, and he couldn't be happier about that. They share many common interests and skills and soon, their entire lives.

Elutian is a bowman at heart, with his bow always within arm's reach. He has had this bow for as long as he can remember. It is quite beautifully crafted, a composite longbow of ash. It has seen him through many adventures. Lately though, the bow seems more in tune with Elutian's movements, and a faint hum or whirring of gears can be heard if you put your ear to the bow. If pressed, he may even explain what the sounds are. But there is no doubting the power this bow holds. More recently, he has found the shortsword to be a workable solution for him and his dual shortswords are always at his side. They both evoke the sounds of thunder and lightning if you listen closely and strike with the ferocity of a storm. His fighting style is.... to say the least...that of a bandit. He will put to use any trick he knows, or any advantage he can press into service. He has taught himself to use any magic wand he comes across and many arcane scrolls to aid him in battle. His favorite tactic is still to creep up to an enemy, undetected, and strike out, crippling them so they cannot fight back, then finishing them off. If needed, he can lay a network of handmade traps and lure enemies through it, likely followed by one of his characteristic chuckles.

Elutian has made many friends along the way, too numerous to mention all of them here. He was recently inducted into FEAT, which he is very proud to be a member of. He feels that it is his duty to help defend Ferrell if he can and does so willingly. Elutian is a strong protector of his friends, and will never leave someone when they are down, instead putting himself in jeopardy to help get them away from whatever danger is present.

Though most of his deeds are not the stuff of a hero, he did answer the call to Southill in M'Chek to save the town from undead, for which he received a Medal, that he has clipped to the inside of his cloak at all times.

Several months ago, Elutian found the world just too.... well... something. He tried to retire from adventuring and settle down. He got bored, so he came back to ROTE, and is taking up adventuring once more.

== Known Associates ==
''Elutian is often found in the company of the following:''<br>
[[PCs:Tessa Tangletoe|'''Tessa''']]<br>
[[PCs:Rain Merstin|'''Rain Merstin''']]<br>
'''Eleanor'''<br>

[[Category:PCs|Elutian]]
[[Category:T'NanshiPCs|Elutian]]
[[Category:FerrellPCs|Elutian]]

PCs:Tashi E'lie

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|Server=Lute is Everywhere
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'''Elutian''' is an [[Elf]] often seen in Ferrell and T'Nanshi working, whether it be creating weapons, bows or clothing.


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== Appearance and personality ==

[[Image:Elutianblade.jpg|thumb|left|100px|Elutian]]
<div align="justify">Elutian is of average height, if not slightly short for a male Elf, standing about five feet tall. He has very red hair which he generally wears with bangs long enough to cover his eyes. He will tell you its so no one can tell where he's looking. He has an athletic build, strong, but more built for speed. To most, especially humans, he appears to be about thirty years old, however, his actual age is unknown, even to him. He can approximate it to about two hundred years, maybe a few more. He wears only a few colors in general, preferring red and black. He rarely, if ever will be seen in metal armor of any kind. He carries a bow that he has had as long as he can remember, but has two blades that he only recently acquired. He tends to seem a bit awkward, especially around pretty women, but he is social. He carries himself like someone with just a bit of confidence, but doesn't want you to get too close. He is constantly watching and listening around him.
Elutian is friendly, even slightly silly at times. Always willing to help if he can, even if somewhat unsure of his abilities. He is quick to laugh, and always has a smile for everyone he meets. Those who know him well, know there is more going on behind that smile however.
When relaxed, or during social encounters, Elutian is light hearted, seemingly without a care in the world. When things become serious, or a friend is in trouble, he will instantly become intense, and very serious, dedicated to the task at hand, giving away his truly serious nature. He takes friendships very carefully, trusting few, however, he is very loyal to his small circle of friends and would willingly take a blade or arrow for any of them.</div>

==Early life==
[[Image:Elutianblades.jpg|thumb|100px|Elutian]]
<div align="justify">Elutian's early life was difficult. He was constantly chastised by the other children for being a "runt", an obvious dig at his small stature. He in turn, rebelled when he could, and came up with nasty little contraptions to get even with the other children. This led to him being expelled from school after school, much to the dismay of his parents. He eventually was sent to a boarding school, and labelled a "problem child". The teasing did not stop there however, it became much worse. He still made small traps and devices to protect himself and get back at the bullies, but now had to be more clever in his finding of the parts for these devices. He learned to move without making a sound and hide in corners and shadows so as not to be seen. He also learned that his small stature was a boon to his new skills! In time, he was able to pick the locks all over the school, gaining him access to all sorts of tools and..... weapons. One particular bully was particularly cruel to Elutian. After repeatedly attacking and pummeling Elutian, just for his size, this bully one day pulled a crude knife on him. This was the last straw. Elutian could hold out no longer. While the child slept, Elutian set traps all around the child's bed, his dresser, his closet, his chest of drawers, anywhere that the bully would go. He then used his skills of lockpicking and stealth to escape the school, never to return. To this day, he has no idea what happened to that child and feels a bit guilty about what 'may' have occurred.

After his escape, Elutian traveled from town to town, doing odd jobs, thieving, doing whatever he could to survive. Along the way, he met with several bands of adventurers of all types and acquired a beautiful Elven Longbow, which he still carries. He also learned to use it well, and was taught where to hit an enemy to cause the most pain and incapacitate them quickest. This, combined with his skills of hiding and being "unseen",as well as his prowess with locks and traps, made him a formidable foe and a highly sought after trapper and locksmith among the bandit gangs. This is how he came to be called "Elutian", a stylized version of "The Eluder", as the gangs came to know him. Even his closest friends may not realize that's not his real name.
He spent many years "working" the roads and pathways of Negaria, then, one day, decided to change his ways a bit. He wanted to see the cities....have a home, maybe a wife? He went to Elysia, met a few people and started on his way to that goal.

</div>

== Current ==
<div align="justify">Elutian currently resides at the Port Hole in Ferrell, but has rooms in most major cities, just in case. He has traveled extensively through the known parts of Negaria, Ysgard, Hala, and even parts of Arkaz.

Over the last few years he has befriended some people who helped to shape his life. Tessa Tangletoe, his closest ally and friend, a Fegallian halfling, can be seen with him frequently. Together they go on "adventures" where they find new components to make things with or new foes to battle with. He has been seen with Rain Merstin, a Duid halfling and friend of Tess, that Lute has taken a liking to as well. Eleanor, of the Warrior Maidens. Lute looks up to El, she almost treats him like her own child, teaching as well as chastising him. He trusts her, and her judgement, and takes every opportunity to learn from her. Davilia Chert, of Le'Nofaythen and ROTE. Davi was the first person to ever offer Elutian a position gained solely by trust. She offered him a position at ROTE, where he now works alongside Tess. This touched him more deeply that he has ever told anyone. He has since become quite the weaponsmith, blacksmith, tailor, and carpenter. It was Davi's influence that led him to have a better understanding of nature and the world around him. She also taught him to use swords, and not just one sword, but two at the same time. He is still working on this style, but is getting quite good. Then there is Miss Tashi, also of the Warrior Maidens. She is his fiance, and he couldn't be happier about that. They share many common interests and skills and soon, their entire lives.

Elutian is a bowman at heart, with his bow always within arm's reach. He has had this bow for as long as he can remember. It is quite beautifully crafted, a composite longbow of ash. It has seen him through many adventures. Lately though, the bow seems more in tune with Elutian's movements, and a faint hum or whirring of gears can be heard if you put your ear to the bow. If pressed, he may even explain what the sounds are. But there is no doubting the power this bow holds. More recently, he has found the shortsword to be a workable solution for him and his dual shortswords are always at his side. They both evoke the sounds of thunder and lightning if you listen closely and strike with the ferocity of a storm. His fighting style is.... to say the least...that of a bandit. He will put to use any trick he knows, or any advantage he can press into service. He has taught himself to use any magic wand he comes across and many arcane scrolls to aid him in battle. His favorite tactic is still to creep up to an enemy, undetected, and strike out, crippling them so they cannot fight back, then finishing them off. If needed, he can lay a network of handmade traps and lure enemies through it, likely followed by one of his characteristic chuckles.

Elutian has made many friends along the way, too numerous to mention all of them here. He was recently inducted into FEAT, which he is very proud to be a member of. He feels that it is his duty to help defend Ferrell if he can and does so willingly. Elutian is a strong protector of his friends, and will never leave someone when they are down, instead putting himself in jeopardy to help get them away from whatever danger is present.

Though most of his deeds are not the stuff of a hero, he did answer the call to Southill in M'Chek to save the town from undead, for which he received a Medal, that he has clipped to the inside of his cloak at all times.

Several months ago, Elutian found the world just too.... well... something. He tried to retire from adventuring and settle down. He got bored, so he came back to ROTE, and is taking up adventuring once more.

== Known Associates ==
''Elutian is often found in the company of the following:''<br>
[[PCs:Tessa Tangletoe|'''Tessa''']]<br>
[[PCs:Rain Merstin|'''Rain Merstin''']]<br>
'''Eleanor'''<br>

[[Category:PCs|Elutian]]
[[Category:T'NanshiPCs|Elutian]]
[[Category:FerrellPCs|Elutian]]

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