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NOTE: Basically a repost with a few minor changes. Designed for new applications because i couldnt find my old one.

Biography and History of Calinder, Son-of-None, in his struggle against the ruinous powers

Name:

Calinder Acele [Acele is the name chosen by himself-he doesn’t know his family name].

Title:

He was formerly the lost keeper of the lost ones [3rd in command]before the leader-the lost guardian-forced him to end his life and take the daemon into death. As the lost ones fell around him to fear and petty squabbling, Calinder set his sights on what he believed would be a key faction in the defense of Aegeis-The Followers of Aeriel. They would be the bulwark against the darkness and the ascended would lead the faithful to their salvation.

Gender:

Calinder is a male Dark Elf and is keen to through off the suspicions of his blood.

Age:

Although he is unsure of his age due to his lack of knowledge of his life, he has been conscience of his existence for approximately 105 years.

Race:

He is a Dark elf, or at least the descendent of a dark elf somewhere down his ancestral line as he has a keen mind and strength of body. Unlike many of his “brethren” he is much more reserved and patient, less aggressive and extroverted. This combined with his love of the bow has led many to question his lineage and identity as a dark elf. To answer this he has only silence, as he himself does not know his past.

Occupation:

Calinder has been many different things in his life up till now. Before his tragedy he had taken the path of peace, of learning-and even now this is where his heart truly lies. However after the death of his beloved Anorial at the hands of a necromancer at the beginning of the undead invasion, he has taken up the bow and the sword in his fight against the darkness and corruption of the north. He has been a commander, a researcher, a scout, a builder and a healer, a priest. He aims to be more, though. He aims, to make a difference.

Hobbies:

Although he is, by necessity, a soldier his love is in reading, growing and taking care of others. He is also fond of practicing his archery skills and his ability to enter the earth and extracting its wonders.

History:

Calinder’s history has no real beginning, and nor is it yet ended. Calinder was the first thought to enter his mind when he became self-aware about 105 years ago, though it is likely that he is much older. He has no history or knowledge of his genealogy and ancestry-and this has been a defining characteristic and a constant distraction for him. He is constantly looking for any hints that he could find about his past. When he was found within a coma in the woods that lay between Laurelin and The temple of Aegeis, he was taken in by a blacksmith and his wife. It was near a month before he awoke from his deathlike state, and when he did he knew but one thing. The name, Calinder.

He learned fast, however, what would take several weeks took him mere days. It was then that he discovered his great love of reading. He didn’t have an easy time of his “younger years”, for lack of a better word. The Dark Elves didn’t accept him and the High Elves looked down upon him. It was with the accepting nature of the Wood Elves that he found a place to belong. This helped shape his nature and outlook-leading to his love of archery and herbalism. Later in life he secured a position at a library and he met Anorial, and they became inseparable. But he was never truly at rest, at peace.

He feared the north, it was a waking nightmare for him, when he slept he would dream of only two things. A being of purity, protection, light or of the dead, thousands of them, rotting and corrupting the very land they walked upon. Then Anorial was taken. A young necromancer decided to strike before the undead were truly ready, probably in an attempt to appease his twisted masters-regardless he took Anorial and sacrificed her in a savage ceremony. It took time but Calinder eventually found the necromancer, but he was too late to save Anorial. In a fit of rage he bested the necromancer, but with the rage of someone who has lost their life, he beat the necromancer to death with his own, bear hands. After this he was left a broken man.

He wandered, lost in the hellish depth of his own mine, heading down a road to darkness and destruction. But he was saved. Eventually he heard a voice, calling too him, guiding him. Slowly he followed the source of the voice through the ash wastes of his mind. Eventually he came to a door, an ordinary door-plain and wooden. It was here that the voice gave him a choice. The voice would allow him to pass through the door and meet it, or to remain where he was, trapped within his mind in darkness.

In return he had to let go, though, he had to let go of the anger and hate that were ever-festering within his mind since the death of Anorial. Impatient he tried to force his way through the door, his efforts unrewarded. After many hours of this he lay back on the ground and screamed in frustration. Exhausted he forced himself to relax and think. Eventually after minutes, hours, days, weeks-he had no idea-of this self-reflection and meditation, he managed to find peace within himself. The door opened and the world around him reshaped itself, forming the glade he had “grown up” in.

Than a figure stepped through the door, face and features obscured by magnificent light. It was here he met Aeriel and discussed his future and elements of his past. They talked about many things, but no matter what he tried he couldn’t convince Aeriel to talk about his ancestry, who would only allude to him that he “would find out soon enough”. Eventually he came back to the real world and began his new journey to fight in and spread the name of Aeriel.

After many a campaign and a battle, even through the dissolution of the FOA and the reformation of the Ascended into the Enlightened-Calinder found himself weary of the petty squabbles and fight of friend versus friend. He also found himself wishing for the company of elves, as of late he had barely seen a member of his kind. The last straw was when the UAC was turned into the alarasian guards. If he was to be the soldier of a state and no longer part of the army of Ariel, it damn well should be for the protection of his land, of his people, of his lifestyle. And thus it was that he turned to the wardens of Laurelin. There was a storm coming, and if the elves were to survive it they would need all the swords and bows they could muster…

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Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.