Cyren Searil

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Ground Elf

Cyren stands just shy of 6', with a lean but slightly muscular build. His naturally copper-coloured hair is tied into a ponytail to keep his vision free. He has naturally sharp features and gentle but weary hazel eyes. A tan tunic and brown pair of breeches is worn underneath some leather armour and a dark olive cloak. A small travelling satchel lies over the cape, along with a belt around his waist that holds a few sheathes containing short daggers and one sword sheathe.

Appearing to others like he is outgoing, cheerful, and fairly lazy, Cyren is mostly like that because he is overly stubborn. He puts on a cheerful face and does not let it easily falter because he hopes it would inspire people in this dark time. Only when he himself gets overly troubled does that mean that he gets more serious. He is very determined to see his goals through to the end in any case.

Cyren silently prays to the majority of the Ellu'vun Pantheon that are believed to be still on the side of the elves' side, listening for rumours of dissention in the Ellu'vun Pantheon ever since the Great Descent. He wants to believe that the Pantheon is all on his side, but can't bring himself to believe so. Any harm to innocent people is seen as atrocious in his eyes, was he believe that protecting those that can't defend themselves is a noble thing. But knowing full well that people are fated to die, he does not let himself hang onto deaths that do occur.

Having been born into a militaristic family travelling a nomadic tribe that lived on the fringes of the forest Catanna, Cyren's family was proud to have a history of guarding the community's live. It was a relatively simple life growing up in such a family and he did not waiver as he himself joined the family profession. He was determined to defend this simple lifestyle with his life if he had to. His family helped in pass along their knowledge until the point he joined the local militia.

The militia training was overall less formal than usual military training as there was not as much focus on military science and tactics. Instead, the training was meant to find his interests and work with them until they were suitable enough to defend the community. On finding and catering to his strengths, he was interested in learning everything that he could capably do. Large weapons and armour were not useful due to their slow and unwieldy nature, but his proficiency in both the pike and certain small arms excelled is most regards. By the end of the training, he had also learned to cast a few basic spells for times when they were necessary.

His life after that was fairly tame, with few things particularly noteworthy that happened in the tribe until the point of the Great Descent. It was when the Great Descent happened that the tribe hesitantly came to the conclusion to go deeper into forest. Having foregone relationships with other races, they managed to survive on their livestock that the raised, plants they scavanged and the beasts that they managed to hunt while avoiding Shadows. It was only after numerous deaths from both civilians, hunters and the militia that the tribe decided was starting to get worried. Cyren was always acting as a last line of defence during shadow attacks and had many associates injured or killed during that time.

Soon realizing it was futile to try and live by themselves, the tribe had joined with other small but surviving tribes that had retreated into the forest. A good number of tribes had completely died off and the elves did not know how much longer they could survive for. The shadows would eventually win if they tried to stand against them and defend the land, so the decision to find a better place to live was decided upon. For their own survival the remaining elves travelled in the direction of some supposed salvation - the High Road. It was eventually that they found their way north east, but moral was low and losses were great. Only after following it for a while did they spotted a few human, elven and even dwarvern survivors. They never engaged in conversation, but the majority of survivors were shocked by to learn of the news.

Eventually deciding to leave the Road for one night, they settled inside a small forest nearby. During this one particular break, talk of those determined to just stay put and temporarily resettle as they let their livestock repopulate broke out. Deciding to stop for a while to do so, it was only perseverance and great luck that caused this idea to last for much longer than expected. Several groups of smaller but still nomadic groups eventually found their way to the makeshift settlement and joined to the point that they actually created a community that was eventually too large to easily move and without fear of attracting attention from the Shadows. Eventually forced to decline possible refugees, they still had became a popular waypoint that traders were willing to visit to barter for good and information.

This false illusion of peace was shattered a bit before the twentieth anniversary of the Great Descent. Civilians and militia were once again ruthlessly killed by raiding bandits this time hoping to make a profit. After the settlement was defended from the raid, although losses were great, it was determined that the secluded lifestyle they have come to know was not likely going to end well. Splitting up the survivors and militia, the groups headed onto the High Road and split from there. Having heard of rumours of a port city, Cyren has that set as their destination.

Warrior - Foot Soldier

Scien's Exploitation: A combat style name after a devout Sylsetria follower of old, it predominantly focuses on adaptivity over specialty, usage of polearms and Primal - particularly Natural - magic is used. Swift and deliberate movement is necessary for this combat style. Minor usage of Illusion and Charm is also used in and out of battle is mostly used to complement the use of Natural magic.

Tyrael Ialantha.

29.

Moon Elf

Her hair has a white-ish colour, more towards the side of grey. Once she resides in the dark, her hair will seem darker and lighter when it in the moonlight. She likes to have decorations in her hair as well as shown in the picture, preferably flowers. Her eyes have a lavender colour. These traits are not exactly common for moon elves despite being one. Originally her hair was jet black and pink-red eyes whoever they changed due to her illness for some reason. Her skin is rather pale and on her forehead she has a little triangular symbol that resembles a pyramid.

* Supportive ~ She is a universal helper, sharing her knowledge, experience, time and energy with anyone who needs it and all the more so with friends and family. She strives for win-win situations, choosing empathy over judgment whenever possible.
* Reliable and Patient ~ Rather than offering sporadic, excited rushes that leave things half finished, she is meticulous and careful, taking a steady approach and bending with the needs of the situation just enough to accomplish her end goal.
* Enthusiastic ~ When the goal is right, she takes all her support, reliability and imagination and applies it to something she believes will make a difference in people’s lives.
* Loyal and Hard-Working ~ Given a little time, this enthusiasm grows into loyalty; she often forms an emotional attachment to the ideas and organizations she has dedicated herself to. Anything short of meeting her obligations with good, hard work fails her own expectations.
* Represses Her Feelings ~ She is private and very sensitive, internalizing her feelings a great deal. Much in the way that she protects others’ feelings, she must protect her own, and this lack of healthy emotional expression can lead to a lot of stress and frustration.
* Humble and Shy ~ The meek shall inherit the earth, but it’s a long road if she receives no recognition at all. This is probably her biggest challenge, as she is so concerned with others’ feelings that she refuses to make her thoughts known, or to take any duly earned credit for her contributions. Her standards for herself is also so high that, knowing she could have done some minor aspect of a task better, she often downplays her successes entirely.

Elanom, the Lady of the Night. Tyrael respects Elanom a lot as she is only one of the few deities that still roam around the earth to help the people in need. Doing whatever she can in order to do good to this world is a noble deed for sure and that is why Tyrael wants to follow this deity in her footsteps. She may not be one of the most powerful ones nor the eldest one, but she has something special about her that Tyrael just cannot leave alone at all.

Tyrael had been born into a family of moon elf priests, raised by loving parents who truly loved her with all their hearts. However this family did not seem to have much chance on a peaceful life for long. Things started to go wrong with the Great Descent, ruining everything they had been building up from the moment that Tyrael was born. It was destroyed in such a fast rate and eventually her parents died because of sickness, exhaustion, overworking, and so on. It made her feel that she was responsible for it to have happened, not having been able to shake that feeling away for a long time until she finally forgave herself. She had been wandering around by herself for quite some time before she found another Moon Elf clan who took care of her instead and gave her the proper fundamental stuff in order for her to survive.
After sometime she settled in there and was a part of the priest community, honouring the deity Elanom because of her inner beauty and persistence to do right for the people. She had been given the choice of the deity to be able to summon an avatar that was somewhat like a small piece of her. However Tyrael was hesitant about giving up her powers and took some time to think about it. Eventually as days passed by, she agreed with the deity and had learned to summon an avatar which required a lot of work in order to make it happen. Training was absolutely needed.
But she had been noticing changes inside of her body, becoming weaker and weaker as weeks passed by and most of the time she was out of breath after having walked around for longer than about fifteen minutes sometimes even faster. She knew that and she went to a doctor however he did not have any good news for any cure. He only sealed her fate with telling her that she was stated for having a fatal disease which was going to end her life anytime soon. She had asked him to keep quiet about it and so he did. Living her life the way she wanted to, wanting to help as much people as possible with the time she still had. And keeping her secret hidden until she felt it was the right time to tell someone.

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Priest.

She does not really have a combat style and mostly stays out of the way of conflict and fights. She tries to protect the ones however for as long as possible but besides that she cannot do much. Her summoning ability only comes out when her life is being threatened by someone. This cannot be done by just a simple thief or someone who tries to pick a fight with her.