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Pelilasdir Elerel

Nicknames: Pel
Age: 423
Gender: Male
Race: Wood elf
Status: Alive
 

Description
Height: 6'3
Weight:140lbs
Body Type: Skinny, with a slightly muscular build.
Eyes: Green
Hair: Brown
Skin: Cacuasian
Markings/Tattoos: A few tattoos across his body. Mostly things of nature, an owl, tree, but a rather abstract elven ear, as well.
Health: No diseases. But multiple scars across his chest
Personality: He absolutely loves nature. He is often silent, and thinking. When he speaks, he does his best to sound naturally elegant, but often can fumble on words. His voice ends up coming out somewhat sing-songy, coming from his love of playing the lute and signing.
Inventory: He has a leather satchel that he carries with him at all times. In side, he has a small journal to write in, a small cloak made of wolf skin, food, and a small water jug. If necessary, his two short swords can fit diagonally inside if he takes the cloak out.
Further Details: He has a long scar on the inside of his left palm. If one were to look closely at his eyes, they would appear cold and sad, even though his demeanor is rather joyous.
 
Life Style
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Deity: Xan
Religion: NA
Alliance/Nation/Home: He is currently in the process of finding something he is willing to follow.
Job/Class: Looking for work.
Title(s): The dark elf Azel Bloodseeker once called him a Ranger. Others have called him traitor.
Profession(s): Wanderer
Special Skill(s): He is musically gifted, and works hard to keep his skills in swordsmanship in fine condition.
Flaw(s): He feels as if he cannont trust anyone. He thinks he is alone in this world, even though he has friends who want to help him.


Weaponry
Fighting Style: Trying to develop his own style.
Preferred Weapon: Shortswords.
Favored Weapon: Shortswords.
Archery: Not as skilled with a bow as with a sword, but is average.
 
Biography
Parents: Raenel and Vael Elerel
Siblings: Laina.
Children: NA
Extended Family: A nephew named Tùrin.
Pet: A snow white owl.
History ((To be added to.))

Pelilasdir was born in ArmaLuna, along with his sister, Laina. It often surprises people that his mother died giving birth to him. You see, a pregnant elf is rare enough, but one dying in labor, now that is something. Suffering from the loss of his wife, Pelilasdir's father, couldn't handle raising a child on his own, and moved in to a small home with Pelilasdir's grandmother. Pelilasdir was a very exuberant child, but every time his father looked at him, he was only reminded of the pain of losing his wife. One day, when Pelilasdir was about five, his father left, no longer able to bear the horrendous pain. And now, the only thing left Pelilasdir has to remember his father by, is a ring. It is a very boring and bland ring, but Pelilasdir still wears it, to remind himself of the life he could've had.

As he grew older, Pelilasdir became more and more bored with his simple life. What he craved was adventure. And one day, he found the perfect excuse to run off. Lying on his bed, twirling his ring on his finger, he started thinking of his father. That very day, he decided that he could no longer live his life with no father. He had decided to go looking for his father. His grandmother, as you can imagine, was not to keen on losing the only kin she had left, and forbid Pelilasdir from leaving. But Pelilasdir knew in his heart, that he must find his father, and one night, he ran off. With a spear on his back, and a tear on his cheek, Pelilasdir knew his life was about to change for ever.

Through his travel, Pelilasdir visited many places in Asulon. He found friends in the Half lings. He found the fact that, even though physically, they were quite different, they were also quite the same. He made many friends among the Half lings, and soon began to think of some of them as extended family. After spending a good few years living with them, he grew tired of having to duck when stepping inside the homes of his beloved. And once again, he set off. This time visiting the next smallest race, the dwarves. As much as he adored their ale, he only spent a few months there. While spending time in a bar, he found that a wood elf, much like himself, had traveled through much recently. And, once again, with a feeling in his gut, he set off.

He set off the Oren next. There he found little friends. They mocked him, and he soon started hiding his ears with a cloak. He asked around in inns and taverns. He said he was a bounty hunter looking for a wood elf. Most didn't believe him, as even with the hood on, most could tell he was an elf. Slowly, he started developing an annoyance with humans, assuming all were as bad as the last. He did hate them, not at the time, he just thought all humans were the same. Ignorant, and rude.

Traveling to Elysium, Pelilasdir decided it was time to stop his childish search for his father, and accomplish something with his life. When he arrived in Elysium, he set off for Malinor. Once there, he soon made a friend named Iaewon, a fellow wood elf. Iaewon said he was looking to join the Sentinels. Unfamiliar with elven culture, Pelilasdir asked Iaewon what the Sentinels were. He said the were the protectors of Malinor and the High Council. This sounded like something that could make Pelilasdir's life worth something. Together, he and Iaewon join the Sentinels, quickly finding a friend in the elf, Serva Rose.

They started off as Initiates in the Sentinels, as does everyone. And when the arrived in Kalos, they were soon promoted to Gladewatchers. The time he spent in the Sentinels was not very good. Eventually, he left them with a fellow Elf named Azel Bloodseeker. Through Azel, Elerel made most of his friends. He met a high elf named Lei, and fell in love. But, alas, she dissapeared. Only a few moths later, Azel did as well. Not knowing what to do, Elerel went back to Serva on rocky grounds.

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Tùrin Elerel

Nicknames: Tali’ata
Age: 57

Gender: Male
Race: Half Wood Elf / Half High Elf

Status: Alive
 

Description
Height: 6’ 1”
Weight: 137 lbs
Body Type: Slenderly toned
Eyes: Green
Hair: White.
Skin: Lightly tanned.

Markings/Tattoos: And owl tattoo across his chest.

Health: Well
Personality: Tùrin is headstrong in himself, yet each move he makes is not done without careful consideration. Meticulous, yet confident, that is, until something affects his emotions. He believes in doing what’s right, and will do anything to protect the greater good. He believes in justice, and while he can usually be found following those he thinks can enact justice, he is not afraid to take control if necessary.
Inventory: A foot and a half long double edged dagger, and a white oak recurve bow, with 64 white shafted arrows. Light, chainmail and leather armor.
Further Details: Sometimes his light green eyes tend to shimmer a dark blue, in the right light.

Life Style
Alignment: Neutral Good
Deity: Aeriel

Religion: None.

Alliance/Nation/Home:
Job/Class: Ranger
Title(s): Ranger
Profession(s): Ranger
Special Skill(s): A very fast, and improvisational thinker.
Flaw(s): His emotions can get the best of him, and he often gets in trouble for it. Also holds grudges over

multiple lifetimes of a human. Has a high liking of alcohol, and bar maids.

Magic
Current Status: None

Weaponry
Fighting Style: Aggressive, yet calculated.
Trained Weapon: Duel Shamshirs and the recurve bow.
Favored Weapon: Shamshirs
Archery: Novice

Biography
Parents:

Mother -Laina Elerel-

Father -Cildor Orlond-
Siblings: None
Children: None
Extended Family:

Uncle -Pelilasdir Elerel-

Grandfather -Vael Elerel-

Grandmother -Raelnel Elerel-

Adopted Guardian -Azel Bloodseeker-
Pet: Elf Owl

History

Tùrin’s mother was the child of a female wood elf, and a male high elf. She was born in Armaluna, in Asulon, along with her twin, Pelilasdir. After her brother left home, she felt abandoned, as she had always looked up to him. Once she arrived to Anthos, she found comfort in a High Elf named Cildor. She simply worked for him at first, but after multiple years in servitude, he fell for her, and she later gave birth to Tùrin.

As it is strictly forbidden for a High Elf to love anyone other than a High Elf, Laina was forced to flee. She knew she wouldn’t be able to look at her son without thinking of Cildor, so, she took her baby to her brother, Pelilasdir. She had to search from the bottom of Anthos, to the top, and finally found her brother outside of Lenniel. She begged him to take the child. Pelilasdir was resistant at first, but eventually gave in. Perhaps he could be a better father to this child than his father was to him. And he had always wanted a son.

 

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