Description
This slender elf stands six feet three inches tall. His short hair is curled
and of fair colour and his narrow eyebrows are of the same golden colour than
his hair. The eyebrows line a pair of sapphire blue eyes that have a spark of
warmth in them. Below his eyes is a slender nose, which is delicate like all
his facial features. His ears are slender and end to pointy tips and his skin
is of slightly tanned colour. The elf smells of herbs and leaves and carries
his slender frame upright.
Role
Wilder elf
Added Sun Apr 23 14:34:01 2006 at level 1:
The old elven bard beckons the young ones closer to him and says "Come
hither, young ones, for I will tell you a tale about Theannian Daethelien,
who was a healer priest of Innis.". The bard takes a comfortable position and
begins to tell his story.
Theannian was born to a forest elf clan of Daethelien in Vale of Arendyl. As
a child born under the Sphere of Vivimancy, Theannian was closely attuned to
life around him and that life was what he held dear. He was a free spirit who
believed that living beings were most beautiful when they were free to choose
their own actions. Theannian loved the nature and the diversity of nature he
saw there.
This attument and love towards life was what eventually made Theannian an
apprentice to the village healer. Theannian studied the art of healing as the
healer's apprentice, learning the very basics of the craft.
Soon it became time for the young healer to begin a quest to seek a patron
god for empowerment. Being born under the Sun and a free spirit, Theannian
decided to seek out the Summer god, Innis, in order to become his priest.
Dressed in fine leather outfit supplied by his old mentor and clan members
and a stout wooden mace in hand, Theannian begins his journey to seek the
Summer god.
The old bard interrupts his story suddenly, grabbing a goblet of wine from
nearby table. "For Innis!", he bellows and drinks the goblet empty. The
evening passes with goblet of wine after another, and an occasional praise
for Innis as an excuse for drinking it. So, the old bard eventually passes
out, oblivious of the fact that the story he was telling had only just begun.