Sevin

//This is my first character post for, Thardferr, so I ask that you bare with me on this as I will most likely screw it up.//

Basic Info:

Sevin is an elven ranger, lvl 1 (at this point anyway). Nothing really out of the ordinary however.

Description:

Standing before you is likely the strangest looking elf you've ever seen. He has long, blond hair that he has somehow managed to stain a deep forest green color and a pair of piercing violet eyes. While short (even for an elf), he is decently built and appears fairly strong for his size. While this is odd, it is certainly not enough to warrent the labeling of "strange". The large, dark brown vine and plant-like tattoos that criss-cross all visable portions of his skin, however, do.
As far as clothing goes, however, he doesn't seem too out of the ordinary. His pants are made out of a thin but durrable buckskin, while his sleevless shirt is made out of a fine green cloth and has small wooden toggles to keep it closed. His knee-high boots are, much like his pants, made out of a thin leather. A belt hangs loosely about his waist, a short sword hanging off each hip. Attacked to a back baldric is a bristling quiver of arrows for the long bow draped over his opposite shoulder.
The young elf carries himself with a slow, confident grace, and appears to be completely at home in any out-of-doors area.

Character Background:

//Now, it has come to my attension that the history section of this page is a little lacking, in that some of the more recent occurences have not yet been added (no, I'm not trying to push any buttons here). So, with that in mind, this background is kinda sparce. I went with the details that I could gather (that I thought would be of relevance to the character), but I will go back over it later when I get more information on recent/current events.//

In the early years, Sevin lived in peace with his parents, as did all the other elves. Toward the end of the Years of Peace. Life at this point was good, and Sevin, along with his family, enjoyed themselves emencely. This was all to change however, and most certainly not for the better.

It happened close to Sevin's 97th naming day...the start of the Third Mage War.

He heard them comming before his father did. Sevin told his father about the sound, but he discounted it. Discounted it until he heard it himself. Such noise was out of place in the serenity of their forest. So, fearing what it could be, father and son set out toward the village to see what was amiss.

Sevin could hardly believe his eyes. Horde Landers poured into their village like a raging flood. The elves were fighting fiercely, but it wasn't good enough. There was simply too many of the enemy for the small amount of villagers to fight off. Knowing that there was no hope of survival if they stayed to fight, Sevin and his father fled to their dwelling outside the small town. They got gathered up the rest of their family, Sevin's mother and younger sister.

They fled the area, determined to tell someone in charge what had transpired; thinking it was an isolated incident. When they reached Navelorn, they discovered the awful truth...it wasn't an isolated incident. Many attacks as much or more devistating had errupted all over Edilar.

Time went on, and the attacks never relented. Sevin and his family fought along side their kindred in defence of thier lands, but it was doing no good. The elves were losing. Slowly but surely, they were being pushed deeper and deeper into the forest. When on a guerilla raid against the enemy, something terrible transpired. The raiding party was ambushed. The suprise was complete, as was the devistation.

Sevin managed to escape the slaughter, however his parents were not so lucky. Both had been killed. His sister, still far to young to engague in the fighting, was still back in Navelorn. Determined to make his way back there, Sevin spent almost 6 months trying to circumvent the hordes of undead and horde landers that littered the land, but was unable to do so. After so many close calls and near-death expierences, Sevin finally gave up on trying to reunite with his people, and left the lands of his forefathers. This was around the year 720.

From that point on, Sevin has made a life for himself, taking his role as part of the land to heart and adopting the lifestyle of the Ranger. He no longer considers himself a member of any race of nation, but simply as a warrior of the land. Who knows where the flows of time will take him, but he plans to be ready if a 4th war ever comes to pass.

A Day in the Life of Sevin:

//This is just a little "story" I put togather to kinda give any perspective DM's an idea of Sevin's personality as well as an insight into his warped elven psyche. As far as my RP style goes, it's really not too far from how this little encounter plays out.//

It was the ninth day Sitraal, the three moons were full and shining beautifully in the night sky. It was bright, almost like dawn. I don't know how he couldn't see me. I wasn't even trying to hide from him. But it's best that he couldn't, I suppose. It made my job easy.

They were poachers. A group of human scum that did nothing but kill the beasts of the land for profit. I despise them and all like them. But they made one fatal mistake on this night...they came hunting in my neck of the woods. It was time for the hunters to become the hunted. Time for them to feel what it's like from the other side of the coin...that is, if they could feel anything at all.

There was 4 of them, all resting the night away. Three asleep, with one staying awake, taking turns to keep watch for beasts that might try to take revenge over the long night. This really was going to be easy. I noched an arrow, and took aim at the sentry. Oh how easy it would be to take him down without waking the others...but I'm not like them. I don't kill mindlessly like they do. I loosed my arrow, thunking it hard into the tree next to the man's shoulder. It was closer than I wanted it to be...I think I may have scratched him. I'll have to try harder next time...my aim is slipping; but the shot had the desired effect nonetheless.

The now startled sentry shot to his feet, drawing the longsword he had lying beside him. "Who's there?" He shouted, and he quickly moved around their small camp, kicking his partners in crime to wake them. The question struck a cord in me, and I coudn't help but respond.

"I am the land. I am the wind. I am your death," I replied, my voice lowered and raspy so that it would frighten them all the more. It worked. They were all awake now, each having taken up weapons to fight the invisable threat. I moved around the outskirts of their camp as quietly as I could manage, getting to a different position so they wouldn't be able to spot me. "You kill for profit. You kill for pleasure. That ends tonight."

The men began talking quietly amongs themselves, I can only assume to formulate a plan for their defence. It was almost funny...almost. Then, one of the other men spoke up, and by the way he spoke, and his forceful tone, he appeared to be the leader of this little group of murderers.

"I think you must be mistaken, sir," the man said in a tone that I can only guess was ment to be disarming, "we are simply a group of hunters trying to feed our families."

"If you hunt to feed your families," I hissed, again having moved so they could not locate me, "then why do you take only the hide of your kills, and leave the meat to rot? With the amount of carrion I've seen left in your wake, you could have fed a large village for a week."

"You misunderstand me," the man replied arrogantly, "we take the hides to sell, for they fetch a good price. The money is how we feed our families. Besides, they are just animals, nobody will miss them."

With that petulant remark, I had had enough. I noched a heavy-headed arrow in one, swift stroke, drew bowstring to ear and loosed. The arrow burried itself deep in the middle of the man's chest, the impact taking him from his feet as effectively as if someone had kicked him. He would kill no more. I had made a mistake, however. I was too close to the camp, and they saw where my arrow had come from. They now saw me.

They ran toward me, weapons brandished, with murder in their heart. But they were still a goodly distance from me. I drew another arrow and fired. It took the nearest man in the leg hard, tripping him up and sending him sprawling face down in the underbrush. The remaining two were too close, I didn't have enough time to fire again. I dropped my bow, and drew my short swords.

They were young, even amongst humans, so I had no fear that they were expierenced warriors. My assumption was affirmed, as I easilly side-stepped the first man's swing. He had put too much power and not enough thought into the attack, and it threw him off balance; he fell down with a loud *umph* as the air rushed from his lungs. It gave me time. I parried the attack of the other human easilly with my sword. I don't think he even knew how to use the blade he carried with him. The last several years of my life had been spent in war...he didn't stand a chance.

I moved in on him, swinging once, then again. My first slash took him in the stomach, my second on his shoulder. They were more than he could stand, and he crumpled to the ground not moving. The battle, however, was not yet over. The last, uninjured man had regained his breath and footing. It was his turn to die.

He had apperently learned his lesson from the last fruitless swing, and had used more control this time. I managed to dodge, though only slightly. I took a swing myself, but the spry little human managed to avoid it. Once again the human attacked me, lunging in with his long sword aimed at my belly. I swatted the attack away with the sword in my right hand, and drove the sword in my left down at him. With him leaning forward from the lunge, I saw an opening at his back, and I took it. Burrying my short sword hilt-deep by his spine. He went down like a wet rag, but my sword went with him. It would take awhile to dig it out.

This left only one of them alive. He wasn't going anywhere, however...not with his leg emacerated by my arrow. I walked over to where he was lying on the ground bleeding and panting.

"Please!" the man cried in pain, "Don't kill me!"

"I'm not going to kill you," I replied to him, "I'm going to let nature take it's own revenge on you. You are a long way from any of your settlements, and with a wound like that...I doubt you will make it that far. Especially when some of the nastier denizens of this forest smell the stench of fresh blood on you. No...I'm not going to deny them the pleasure of hunting the mighty hunter." I reached down and yanked my arrow free of his leg. His scream was gratifying.

I went to the tree where my warning shot had gone and retrieved it as well. The head was in good shape, but I was going to have to replace the shaft and fletchings. I returned the arrows to my quiver, collected my other sword, and set out into the woods once more. My work, this night, was done.

//Well, that's all I've got for now. If you liked what I've put up here, then feel free to let me know. I'm not hard to track down. Thanks for you time//