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Full Name: Tathar Melwasúl

Current Age: 444

Sub-race (if any): High Elf.

Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):

 

When I was a young Elf, the past, not long ago, The world seemed so vast, beautiful and vivid. I would play with others like they were family. More than family. I treated everyone as best as I could except for this dark elf whose name I can not recall. Me and him were like Fire & Ice. We did not see eye to eye at all. Troubles started when I was just becoming a teen. Oh how I can remember those days *smiles* When the air was fresh, the fruit ripe on the trees and the sun splitting the stones. Those were the days the earth will remember along with everyone else who has lived to see them happen. I grew up in a fairly large home in Malinor, my father a skilled craftsman and my mother.. Oh how her eyes shone as morning broke. She was a scientist. She believed in the betterment of our peoples combined. All races under one. My father on the other hand, was extremely patriotic towards High elves and he cursed Dark elves claiming that they are the reason for Malin's defeat. 

 

As I became a teen I realised that the world changes. People change. At first, this greatly upset me as no longer was my "so-real" world a reality. It became very dark and cold for a while. My father was to nieve to notice, but my dear mother on the other hand, loved me. She knew my world had grown cold and she tried to help, to no avail. My mother died not long after this. I grieved and mourned for weeks praying and praying that she would come back, however she didn't.

 

I had to get on with my life and see the world. I was young, I had no idea as to how my life would turn out, I just simply didn't care. I was an average teen who enjoyed running around the city, singing, hanging out with my friends and listening to my fathers stories of old. One day he took me fishing in a small secluded forest outside Malinor. This was a rare occasion. Me and my father did not get along very well but I saw this as an attempt to build a solid bond. However, this was not his intentions. After a good several hours of fishing, we set up camp. We had caught nothing and I felt a great downfall upon my heart but it was only fish, not a big deal, My father told me that he had killed my mother. My father said and that I was not safe. At first I didn't believe him, I couldn't. He told me to run. Again, I couldn't. He was beginning to change. I must find a cure.

Here is where my story will start.

 

Ambitions for the Future: I want to become apart of the Royal guard.

Personality: I am a strong willed/minded elf who admires magic and would one day love to become a mage. My literacy is above average however sometimes I may be a little too overconfident.

Skills: I love bows. I am a proficient Archer. I can lead. Just like my mother, I am a strong, Independent Elf who relies only on ones self to fulfil all of thy needs.

Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): http://www.minecraftskins.com/skin/908338/elf-archer/

Any other details you wish to share about your character:

 

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Answer: At first Tathar Melwasúl is dazed. Stunned by the fact that his own are mistreating something so innocent. Tathar then clenches his fists, walks over to a nearby tree, climbs it and pulls out his bow. He shouts out, hidden, "Men. Leave this young one alone or feel the wrath of Malin.". The men snigger again and grab the elf. I shoot one arrow then hop to the next tree, still in cover I then shoot another elf however not fatally as I do not want to kill only maim. I proceed to do this two more times until the men release the boy and scamper off injured. Once they leave I jump to the jungle floor and help the boy up. He looks frightened and I can see terror in his poor innocent eyes. I whisper in his ear "Youngling. It is not everyday luck like this is given to any of us so please do not come into the forests alone.. Especially at this age". I then move my arm as if to say go on home. The elf then begins to speak "Sir. How may I ever repay you?. This fine day you have saved me." I reply "Elves are known to be litterate but at your age you really do intregue me. Be off I do not seek any kind of reward". The young one picks this up and leaves, glad to have been spared.

 

 

Answer: Tathar Melwasúl sprints over to the man with great speed!. He notices that the man is aged and in grave pain. He tries to comfort the man as best as possible but the man draws blood. Tathar fears it is too late but carries the man to a nearby outpost. Tathar does not know that the outpost is a bandit outpost. He shouts for help, they come. Armed to the teeth. Their leader takes the gold filled pouch and grins. "Well. This will come in handy". I plead to him to help the poor man. The bandit pretends not to hear and continues to walk with his men now feeling confused as this man lays dying. Tathar then picks up the mans walking stick and throws it forcefully at the bandit and shouts again. This time in tears. "Please! You've got to do something. This is an innocent man!". The bandit turns, takes his sword and kills the man. Tathar Runs back to Malinor in terror as what he has just witnessed will change his life forever. 

 

 

Answer: "Sorry sir but I am afraid I have no time to haggle with traders at this moment in time. Please do accept my most humble apologies and have a great day!". The trader then shouts back "Listen mate. I have a family to feed. I haven't made enough minas to put a single loaf of bread on the table in Three days. My family are starving half to death. They have been stealing and begging to survive. My wife now has been imprisoned and is sentenced to death. I need money to try and bribe the guards. Please!". Tathar's heart opens up and a single silvery, wispy tear forms at the bottom of his right eye. Tathar approaches and hands the trader 500 Minas, His savings. He then say's "I have no use for this my friend. You have no need to thank me. This should be enough to buy bread and free your wife. If there is anything I can do please only call my name and I shall be there. May Malin look upon all in their times of trouble and need.". Tathar departs and the trader gets on top of his carriage and drives home.