Fih'randeer or as people people call him ‘brown eye’ , is one of the greatest elf warriors and intellectuals , well known within the small community of high elves he lives amongst .
When he was growing up , Fih’randeer got people cursious and worried in the same time because of the brown eye he got , because it’s very uncommon for a high elf to have that , and were very cruel to him because they weren’t sure of his race and thought that he was not a pure blood .
In the last imperial war Fih’randeer faced one of his biggest fears , he lost both of his brothers in the battlefield , and what made matters worse for him he never found his elder brother’s body , he asked for the help of the Sohaer to find his brother’s corpse but the he turned him back because he was not a noble or someone with a high rank . Which made him change the direction of his life and get a new goal to achieve which was getting to the higher ranks of the high elves and become a well known figure amidst them .
Character Name: Fih'randeer
Character Race: High Elf
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 59
Physical Description: Fih'randeer is 6'5 feet tall elf , with pale skin , blonde to white-ish hair , and a brown eye which is very unique within the high elves .
Roleplay Scenario: The traveller has just arrived in a small town. As they look around, their gaze is met with run down houses and shops. They duck into one of the shacks, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the small room, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town?" She begins, then pauses to study their face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a chair, “Where do you come from? What do you hope to make of yourself?”
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"Oh, I just, uh…" The traveler stutters, tensing up. They eye the crone, then back outside the shack. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
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