Name: Fendren Thraas
Age: 23
Race: Elf
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Unsure
Looks:
Personality: Fendren is surprisingly sweet despite the stoic and unwavering cynicism, life itself means more to him than he lets on, he wants to preserve life at its finest, yet he also wants to trim the fat of the world that poisons and corrupts it. As long as you are a friend to him he has no issue helping you with what you need, but he will hold a grudge and tends to react violently towards anyone that he has one against.
Background: As a child, Fendren was kidnapped from his home, a cult of dark mages, trying to perform some form of ritual, Fendren wasn't sure what they intended to do with him, but it seemed that it would not be pleasant. The mages tortured him mercilessly, casting constant spells, carving runes and sigils into him and pressing the magic into his very core. It was weeks, weeks that had gone by with nothing but the pain and torture of this magic, all he wanted was to make it end, just for someone to get him out of this place and make them stop.
One morning Fendren awoke to something landing on top of him, he looked to see one of the mages, bleeding and beaten he looked to Fendren and for the first time one of them spoke directly to him, "Hear me boy, everything we did, all your suffering, was to make you great, something perfect, but this will be the best we get." And the man pulled a knife and began to carve into him again, Fendren didn't scream, the pain had long sense began to feel empty, but with an incantation, the scars of the runes began to glow, and the mage looked at him, "What a weapon you would have been." Fendren feared for a moment that whatever the man had done was going to kill him, hide the experiments, but the man laughed his last and slumped to the ground and still Fendren remained, bound and helpless until a man in a bright blue robe came in. The man walked over to the table where Fendren laid, he untied him and sat him up, "Do not worry I bear the dawns light." He held out a hand and divine energy poured from it, but it did nothing to Fendren, the man was visibly concerned, he checked Fendren for a pulse fearing he was undead, but no, he was alive.
Fendren learned over time what the mages had been doing, they were building him into a weapon against the old clerics order, infusing him with magics and wards, the wards had been strong enough that it took a week of rest and bandages just to restore the boys strength. The old Cleric, Duncan, told him much of the men that held him, wizards, seeking power by what ever means they could, during the short travels he had with Duncan, Fendren learned many things including how to wield some of the magic that had been forced upon him, he became proficient with conjuring a spectral bow and arrow with which he practiced often. However it was upon Duncans death that Fendren found purpose, as Duncan and he struck against the evils of magic, Duncan was dealt a fatal blow, Fendren was unable to stop the bleeding all he could do was defend his friend to the end. When the last mage fell, Fendren looked to Duncan, his life had faded some time ago, and now he was alone, left to this purpose, remove the scourge of magic from the world.
Weapons: Fendren is capable of summoning a spectral bow.
Abilities:
- Weapon summoning
- Warded body, Fendren absorbs most minor magical effects, however more powerful spells can wear away the wards.
- Skilled Archer
Weaknesses:
- PTSD, Fendren panics and becomes more aggressive in the face of mages and will do anything to not be around them
- Warded body, Fendren absorbs most minor magical effects, however this means that he cannot be healed by magical means spell or potion.
