Full Name: Roran Hawkins
Nickname/Titles: The first Half Elf
Race: Half Elf
Gender: Male
Age: 87
Height: 1.93 meters
Weight: 68kg
Specific Appearance:
Birth Place: A small settlement West of Osilon
Alignment: The Order
Rank: Advisor, trainer, companion
Skills: NOTE: He is fairly skilled with almost every melee weapon, being a weapon instructor, but he is best with:
- One Handed Swords / Two Handed Swords
- Daggers
- Bows
- Hunting
- Medicine
- Fletching
- Alchemy
He is a master swordsman and master archer due to his self-imposed training when he was young. He was desperate to master every martial art, but soon realised that such a feat would be impossible and gave up on most, and concentrated on his swordsmanship skills and marksmanship. He trained many years, longer than any ordinary man, more driven than any Elf. This has given him a deadly ability with his chosen weapons. Few across Alagaësia are on par with his skills in his chosen professions, a feat which he is surprisingly not renowned for. During his training in Ellesmera he also tried learning about magic, and after noticing to his spite that the rivalling Elfs were a lot better at it than him, he tried to gain more magical powers via alchemy and medicine. He didn't gain what he originally wanted to, but it helped a great deal when he left Ellesmera to become a hunter in the ths Spine. His knowledge about medicine and crafting other things helped him a lot during his life in the wild, were he learned to hunt. He became silent as the night, unseen as the wind and keen as a deer.
Preferred Magic Type: Neutral magics
Key Personality Traits: Out of combat: cheerful, joking, optimistic, mysterious. In combat: serious
Key Quirks: Drawing (artisanally), tea.
Weapons of Choice: A steel bastard sword. Nothing special about it, except that it's of exeptional quality, and enhanced by several spells. He also carries a single steel combat dagger to use together with his sword, or when his sword is of no use in the environment he's fighting in.
Armor of Choice: Elven-made tunic, made with nettle fibre, crafted in layers, with an oil-cooked leather (way tougher than ordinary leather, but bends less) exterior layer. It's a light piece of armour with very decent protective capabilities.
Other Equipment: Basic hunting tools, some hidden gems to store energy in, cooking equipment, any other small things I might have forgotten about.
Bio: Roran is known as the oldest and thus first Half Elf known today. Being exactly 87 years, 3 months and 6 days old no other member of his relatively young race was before him. He was born out of a female elf and a male human, West of Osilon. When Eragon was still on his pilgrimmage, and the first humans and elves started to migrate into eachother's territories again, althoguh very limited, his father, a simpley hunter, had encountered his mother, an elf protecting the forests. Initially it was a very negative encounter, as his father had tried to kill an animal, but eventually they fell in love, starting an impossible relationship. However, the immortality of Roran's mother never posed a problem for their relationship as wild dragons killed both his parents when he was 14 years old. Eragon, who had already returned to Alagaësia at that time, togetehr with Arya had arrived too late to stop the carnage, and found the small village in ruins. Roran however, was found barely scratched inside a tree, who escaped the slaughter unscathed, protected by his mother's magic. They brought Roran to Ellesmera were he was given a further education and the freedom to do what he wanted. At first he wanted to avenge his parents, and started improving his martial art skills, training with a lot of different weapons untill he finally decided the sword was his weapon. A bastard sword. Perfectly suited for his race. He was stockier than any elf, yet more graceful than any human. The younger Elves of Ellesmera saw him grow more and more proficient, and soon disliked the enthousiastic pupil, and this is how he made several enemies amongst the youngest generation of Elves. He didn't like them, and they didn't like him, both equally jealous at eachother fot their respective skills. The Elfs couldn't match his skill in any martual art, while he struggled to do in magic what the Elfs did with ease. He even tried to make up for his lack in magical aptitude with alchemy and medicine crafting, which didn't work. As the years passed he lost his burning desire for vengeance, and started living in the heart of the Spine as a lone hunter. He needed time to accept his true identity, the first of a new race, often frowned upon by both of his ancestral races. Elfs saw him as an unworthy halfblood, while humans were jealous of his natural beauty and elegance resembling the elves. He lived a few years in the Spine when he decided to help stop this discrimination towards Half-Elfs. He joined theNew Dragonrider Order founded by Eragon, and helped train his newer students. The day Eragon left on his last mission, Eragon even said he reminded him of the stories he was told of Brom. Not soon later however, when he heard of Eragon's death, he sorrowed deeply. He had never lost anyone eversince the death of his parents, and Eragon together with Arya had been like his parents eversince. The loss of Eragon shook the very foundations of his soul, yet made him even more determined to restore the peace his mentor died for.
Do note that only the 2 current elders are aware of his tumultuous past. He is a person with a very mysterious and unknown past to everyone else, just known as the first Half Elf, or Half blood as the Elves call them.
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