*Faenir sits at a desk and a solemn expression washes over his face. He thinks to himself, "Okay, let's see." He dips a pen in an inkwell and begins to write. After finishing, he decides to keep it folded up in his back pocket.*
Character Name
Faenir Doerim
Basic Information
Nicknames: Fen
Age: 122
Gender: Male
Race: Mali’ame, and proud!
Status: Alive Description Height: 5’8”
Weight: 136 lbs./61.7 kg
Body Type: Lean, clearly agile
Eyes: Green, like that of a pine’s needles
Hair: Dark brown
Skin: Slightly tanned
Markings/Tattoos: None (yet)
Health: Not usually ill
Personality: Reserved and quiet, but he knows how to stick up for himself. He is courageous and cheerful, as well. He is very proud of himself, sometimes in a elitist manner. He is stubborn and will not back down when he feels he is right. He may prove to be passive-aggressive or condescending when angered at a specific person.
Inventory: Faenir usually carries a shirt sword on his belt, along with a pouch of berries, bread, and minas.
Further Details: Life Style Alignment: Neutral Good
Deity: Cernunnos and Cerridwen
Religion: Aspectism
Alliance/Nation/Home: None so far
Job/Class: None so far
Title(s): None so far
Profession(s): None so far
Special Skill(s): Acrobatics
Flaw(s): Stubborn and prideful, usually tries to get his way, hard to see the other side of the argument, condescending attitude upset. Magic None
Weaponry Fighting Style:
Trained Weapon: Bow (only experienced in hunting), currently training to improve skill in short swords ((i.e. gladius))
Favored Weapon: Short sword
Archery: Decent Biography Parents: Ereln and Daruesca Doerim
Siblings: None
Children: None
Extended Family: None known
Pet(s): None
History Faenir was born in Laureh’lin, but moved away in his youthful years after a dispute with his parents. Over time, he and his parents forgave each other, but Faenir stayed alone. Faenir built himself a small house, using very little trees, for he naturally cared for them as a wood elf. He lived off of the forest’s bounties. He sometimes would venture into the city to buy himself mead or metal. Many years later, after mastering the art of self-sufficiency and finally longing the company of others, he bade goodbye to his house, leaving it to be consumed by the forest.
Artwork
None so far