neutral elven spear fighter
Str 9 (+0), Dex 17 (+2)*, Con 13 (+1), Int 17 (+2), Wis 8 (-1)*, Cha 11 (+0)
26 hp / 2-armor (one man army) / d10 damage
Male elf. Dead eyes (occasionally eager, in worthy battle), wild hair, and my god I'm an elf and I have to be calloused, tanned, or scarred? The horror! Scarred, then, and I'm lithe.
And I'm simply extraordinarily bored. I'm the last of an ancient order, you see. I won't bother pretending that any of you have heard of it, but hundreds of thousands of years ago it was founded to protect this magical rock off in the mountains, over that way. A dormant portal to the Abyss, I believe. Anyway, something like that.
But protecting it is just frightfully dull. It hasn't so much as hiccuped since that kerfluffel during the reign of Lilliastre MMXI, and I'm not entirely sure that the race of man had yet learned to walk upright at that point. It used to be quite the prestigious duty, very honorable, but things change. Nowadays, everyone who matters seems to be leaving, sailing off across the sea to the Western Shores. I expect it's just to get some peace and quiet. This entire continent has been crawling with humans these past years, and it seems they touch off another near-apocalypse every century or so.
So the order isn't likely to gain fresh recruits anytime soon, and we've been dwindling for millennia. Indeed, ever since my patronus finally kicked off, I've been guarding the place on my own. Well, to the hells with it. There's only so much study and meditation and training that one can do before going off the deep end. I'm bored, and I'm getting rusty. I've sunk thousands of years of my life into that damn'd rock, and it hasn't done a single interesting thing.
And gods, I need to kill something. And fuck something. Perhaps I'll sire some bastard half-breeds, and give them the guardianship ...
- Bonds -
Astrafel+1, Diana=0, Ovid+2, Siggrun+2