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Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: River Port
Interactions: Malachi @princess Zion @Helo Jun @jj doe Kenia @Tae
Mentions:
Equipment: Magical Grimoire

"Yes, however much to my dismay, these are onions. Horribly overcooked too, I might add. The slimy texture is making it hard to pull them out." Enstille remarked as he focused intently on the onions, not noticing Zion offering him his fork. These gross, icky onions were going to leave their slimy remnants and ruin these eggs at this rate."

Suddenly, he realized that he had spoken to someone and paused. Who was that? Why are they speaking to him? Oh no, what did he say? Was he rude? Were they rude? Why can't he remember what just happened? Too focused on the onions it seemed. These slimy criminal onions that are conspiring to ruin his meal. He must remove them. If only he had a fork to do so, it would be so much easier when using the proper tools for the job. Fork. Fe needs a fork. FORK! He has one! Where was it? Enstille looked around him for his fork and eventually raised his eyes to see if he left it elsewhere, just to nearly loose one of said eyes to the very utensil he pursued.

"Ahhh!!" The curt scream escaped his lips from the surprise proximity of what he now considered to be far more lethal than he had ever imagined. "I'm sorry, that was rude. Were you the one that talked to me earlier? What did I say? I wasn't rude was I? Unless you were rude, then I find myself not caring too much about it. Do you like onions? I have an abundance on my plate that I wish to dispose of."

Finally, Enstille's mind caught up with his mouth as he realized he was rambling to this man..... Blood drained from his face, blanching his already pale features. In an attempt to reconcile the atrocity he had just committed, he took the hand that offered the fork in both his hands and retrieved the fork with his mouth. That's what forks were used for right? This isn't weird, right? RIGHT? Oh no, this is weird, sooooooo weird. He needs to salvage this, make things less weird.

Enstille let go of Zion's hand and grabbed the fork, clearing his throat, before continuing to speak, ignoring the voice inside him screaming at all of it.

"Hi," He addressed the woman that has inserted herself into their breakfast. "Are we supposed to know you? Considering our "Special Circumstances."" He pointedly turned his gaze first to Zion for confirmation, before redirecting it pointedly at the human currently locked in low conversation with Malachi.

Avalia

Time:Morning

Location: By the river.

Interactions: Barrock @Conscripts

Mentions: Aurora @Mole Zora @13org

Equipment: Shortswords, Fairy Warbow, Transmission Bracelet

"Idiots that take pride in a war one without any." Rowan remarked as he stretched a bit, preparing his muscles for more sparing and training to come. "Say friend, I see a blade there at your side, yet you speak of observing. Care to warm those muscles up a bit while we wait for my companions instead?"

Rowan reached down and grabbed the two fair sized sticks that they had been using earlier so as to not risk injury before he deemed Zora fit for the blades. After some slight flourishes and twirls of the sticks, he offered one to the Orc, who was currently reeling in a fish.

"The name is Rowan, Rowan Dyewynn. Veteran of the Dark Elf war, trainer and mildly disgruntled babysitter. Pleased to meet you, sir...?" He stood straight as he introduced himself until the end of his minor speech where a weary sag befell his shoulders.

Stickling the stick into the ground of the soft bank for the Orc if he decided to participate in his warm-up, he retreated farther into the clearing. He settled his bow securely onto his back so it would stay in place but be readily available if needed and began the sow, deliberate motions of the basic elven sword forms. Like an elegant ballet of twists, bends, thrusts and occasional leaps, he moved with absolute determination and focus. As usual it did not take long for him to begin to feel the warmth of the exercise seep into his body, garnering a thin sheen of sweat, nagging at him to remove his shirt and practice as he normally would. Alas, in the presence of such a stranger and the impending arrival of his sister, he refrained and continued as he had begun.

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: River Port
Interactions: Malachi @princess Zion @Helo Jun @jj doe Kenia @Tae
Mentions:
Equipment: Magical Grimoire

Enstille's skin crawled as attention was on him for a moment. No, no, no, he's not interesting, don't look at him. Luckily, the woman at the door seems to be more interesting at the moment. He turns and exits into the kitchen, scooping up some meat and eggs as Malachi so eloquently put it. Finding a corner with a small stool, he took a seat, resting the plate on his knees before realizing that he did not grab a fork. Hanging his head he stands and goes over, grabbing a fork. Who is this woman that has suddenly appeared and maybe knows Malachi? Either way, she is being way too friendly for someone he's never met. Upon seating himself once again, he realizes he doesn't have his plate.

Around this time, the Human enters with panic in his eyes. Enstille knows that look. He reaches in his pocket and grabs a ginger candy. Walking to the table, he makes sure not to get too close. Better to not spook the Human. He places the candy on the table an unstartling distance away from the human. After a moment, he realizes it is not close enough to be in his area of attention so he pokes it to push it. Alas, still not close enough. He pokes it again and it rattles closer.

"This helps." He barely croaks out. First words he's spoken today and they barely escape. He clears his throat and tries again, "THIS HELPS"

Oh no. Enstille's face goes pale. Too loud this time. Quickly, he returns to his stool in the corner suddenly becoming aware of the fork in his hand. Why was he holding a fork? The noise of the others entering the kitchen now snaps him out of his thoughts as he looks up. BREAKFAST! Thats why he has the fork! He looks around his stool and does not see the plate but is sure it was somewhere here. Standing, he begins to search. Eventually he finds it but is startled by the woman who has for some reason entered the house. She greets him kindly but all he can manage is "Hhhngh amma eeee" Horrified, he grabs his plate and sprints to his seat once more.

Time to eat. Eeew there's onions in the eggs, he better pick them out before eating. After the 3rd or 4th onion he's grabbed with his fingers, cringing at the slimy feeling of each, he recalls forks are better suited for this task. He looks up and to his chagrin, his fork is on the table.... Now surrounded by the loud ones and the new lady.......

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: By the River
Interactions: Barrock @Conscripts
Mentions: Aurora @Mole Zora @13org
Equipment: Shortswords, Fairy Warbow, Transmission Bracelet

As Rowan sat, he pushed his legs out in front of himself, nearly reaching the rushing water beyond. He leaned back and turned his face to the sky above them before turning back to the Orc.

"My sister and I have taken on a charge that requires training. She is like a pup free of their mother's watch for the first time. Wistful, overconfident and absolutely infuriating at times. We've been using this clearing to avoid the eyes and attention of others. If this place is yours then, we will find another so as not to bother you and your... fishing."

He watched the Orc for some time, considering his docile countenance along with his odd choice of hobby. Fishing would never have been in the skillset of any of the Orcs he had met in the past. On top of that, he was quite curious why the Orc was here alone, without a tribe. The brief memory of seeing the Orc in the city sprung back into his mind and he was unable to keep that question to himself.

"I saw you in the city. You surprised me by not ripping the head off that ignorant fool of a Dark Elf. Can't say I've known of one of yours that wasn't jumping at the chance for a fight."

As Rowan paused for the Orc's response, he mindlessly picked up a handful of stones and started skipping them across the river. Suddenly, he realized the possible rudeness of disturbing the fish that could be this Orc's next meal and returned the stones to the bank.

Avalia

Time: Mid-morning
Location: Riverbloom along the bank of the river.
Interactions: Aroura @mole Zora @13org Barrock @conscripts
Mentions: None
Equipment: Shortswords, Transmission Bracelet, Fairy warbow.

Jaw set firmly and tired of being turned into a manipulative cur, Rowan stands and prepares to leave.

"I will not sit idly by and be treated as the villain for trying to give you the best chance at survival. If you cannot see me for anything other than someone trying to "use" you just because the word came from my mouth, then you shall be left to your own devices and freedoms. Now, I will return to our place by the river and give you some time. If you wish to continue your training, you are welcome to come."

Stiffly, he bows to Zora before offering a soft kiss to Aurora's head knowing he need not say that he will find her regardless of Zora's decision. He then turned on his heel and left the bakery frustrated, glaring at anyone who turned their attention onto him.

Some time later, he finds himself trudging along the riverbank, lost in his thoughts and musings when he finds a new resident of the clearing they had been using for practice. It was none other than the orc that they had observed in the city proper. He was fishing. Proper fishing with the little stool and everything. In order to not startle the orc, Rowan stepped on a twig, snapping it to announce his entrance into the clearing.

"Peace friend" He speaks out as the orc turns his attention his way. "I was not expecting fellow company. See, we had been using this clearing for some training and practice, but if it is taken, allow me to wait for my companions and we shall find another space."

While saying this, Rowan walks over to where his gear had been stashed, first retrieving his bow. The fairy made bow felt free in his hands here, it could sense its home and was content. Oddly enough though, he felt no hostility from it towards the orc. Deciding to trust the instinct, he returned to the riverbank as he strung the bow across his back and adjusted his shortswords on his hips as he settled to sit near the orc.

Avalia

Time: Mid snack break
Location: Riverbloom, Books and Cookies
Interactions: Aroura @mole Zora @13org
Mentions: Barrock @conscripts
Equipment: Shorswords, Transmission bracelet

Rowan frowned at Zora's comments about being used.

"I assure you, Lady Zora, while there is malicious use of a person to achieve personal ends. We all have a part to play in this life and if we are to make it a better one to live, there is a use for all of us. Whether you like it or not, you were brought here for a purpose. Opposition to that purpose will be far more malicious use than you fear from me."

Scooping the final bite of the cake into his mouth, he responds to her comment of the transmission bracelet.

"Yes well, such is the might of magic. Magic, mind you, that you now possess beyond the ilk of your kin. While my training may be intense, rest assured that it shall not lessen until I deem you worthy of protecting yourself." A quick glint in his eye belies his thoughts of additional exercises. He already is concocting plans to increase Zora's reaction ability with her magic, finding that lacking in the moment. A splash from a cup of water here or a bucket there, convenient loss of footing over a river, all harmless methods that will tap into the reflex areas of the mind to draw out speed in her control.

"Now dear sister, do you see a whip in my hand? A flog? While my methods may be strenuous, they are by no means ruinous." A small hint of a bite in his tone says that he does not like to be compared to the monsters the dark elves can be. "Though you do have a point about the necessity of rest....."

His voice trails off as a scene outside catches his attention. A green Dark Elf enforcer was picking a fight with an orc. Nearly preparing to stand and rush to the orc's defense, out of hatred for the dark elf more than defense of the orc, he was held in his chair for a moment as the orc paused. Never before had Rowan seen an orc not immediately fly into a rage after such disrespect. After a short staring match, the orc shouldered his way past and paid no mind to the attention of the citizens.

Attention returning to the table, he caught the last of his sisters words, something about "wonderful work" making Rowan groan somewhat. The training he had received and continued to follow had left no room for praise and back pats. Yet, Zora was not him, nor was she even an elf. Maybe they had different needs as humans and that's why his sister tagged along.

"Now that we have had our cake, and ate it too, shall we return to the river and train some more?"

Avalia

Time: Early Morning
Location: River Port
Interactions: @princess Malachi @JJ Doe Jun @Helo Zion
Mentions:
Equipment: Magical grimoire.

It was early, before the dawn, in fact. Enstille sat at the table scribing notes in his grimoire as he did lately. He didn't sleep much, how could he right now? He was travelling with a Human. A real, freshly summoned Human. This is what he had been waiting for, what he dreamed about. Except, he didn't dream, insomnia and all that. But he was so tired, sooooooooo very tired. Malachi had set a grueling pace, refusing to ever let up or seek alterative transportation. Who does that? Just torture poor souls with constant assault on the body. He was starting to think Malachi was just a sadist that did not care about the Human. Maybe, in fact, he wanted the Human dead and him with him. It made sense, he was such a fancy person after all. Enstille was sure he had an agenda and he was going to figure out what it was.

Wait, that wasn't where this started. Enstille is tired, already awake and studying away. Well, not studying actually, that's the tired brain talking. So much walking..... Stop. Study. Wait, no, not study. Research. Yes that's what's happening. Enstille redoubled his focus on his notes. Malachi, as evil as he may be, entrusted Enstille with protecting the Human. He is going to make sure the Human is the safest thing in the entire world right now. The world is pretty rough, after all. Dark elves rule everything, they're super mean and always utilizing violence. Enstille's shields would prove useful, he was sure of it. He never had to defend against a Dark Elf yet but when that day comes, he would be ready. Provided that day comes some time in the future, he still needed to make sure he was prepared.

Shields. Right? Why does that seem important? Before Enstille could regather his thoughts, he heard the viciously commanding voice of Malachi calling them downstairs. Suddenly dawn had passed and there was commotion in the house. Breakfast scents wafted through the air and his stomach grumbled. Before he could react though, Zion the unbearably optimistic demihuman came barreling down, shouting about the food. For a moment, Enstille flinches and ducks his head. Too much activity all at once.

Trying to settle himself and prepare for whatever punishment Malachi had in mind for the day, he heard a creak and some motion towards the back door as the Human tried his absolute best once again to make an escape. Figuring this was the best opportunity for him to test his new shielding magic he had been working on, Enstille reached out a hand and pushed the light in the room. A sphere of light began to form around the Human, enveloping him as it began to harden. In that moment, a thought came back to Enstille's mind. That was what he had been working on this morning! He hadn't yet finished the formulae for the shield! There was an itsy bitsy problem that had slipped his mind. The large orb had an interesting side effect of over solidifying and in that moment, with a clunk, a complete sphere of near impenetrable glass hit the floor. Suspended within, sat a startled Human as the ball began to roll across the room due to the uneven floorboards.

Unable to fully process the absurd scene he had just created, Enstille watched as the ball slowly rolled across the floor. Suddenly though, there was a knock at the door that shattered his concentration of calculating what went wrong. With the pop of a bubble, the shield construct broke apart, promptly depositing the Human onto the floor once again.

Avalia

Time: Week after the summoning.
Location: Riverbloom, Books and Cookies
Interactions: Aurora @mole, Zora @13org
Equipment: Shortswords, Transmission bracelet.

Cake. We're eating CAKE. Rowan sighed again as he poked at his cake with the fork before speaking up, unable to hold his thoughts back any longer.

"Sister. We waste time dawdling here. There is much to be done, Zora has much to learn if she is to be of any use." He flashes Zora a pained smile with this remark. "Not that you aren't doing well. Quite well in fact. Which is why we must continue with training. Our enemies will discover what has happened in time and the more prepared we are, the better."

In truth, Rowan was immensely impressed with Zora and the talent she shows. It's as if in her previous life, the sea has already obeyed her, magic or not. Pair that with her unique fighting style with that sickle of hers and she would soon be more than capable of keeping herself alive. Soon however, is never soon enough. Rowan knew that time was limited. Anything they did now was an extra ounce of leverage, an extra stone on the scales. This war would come. And he'd be damned if it was lost because of lack of preparation.

A simple motion of Aurora's was all it took to shut him up. Just a subtle change in her body language that most would miss, a dipped shoulder here, a twitch to her smile there. Without words she told him, Shut it and eat your cake.. And eat his cake he did. Too late, he realized his bite was larger than what is proper as his cheeks bulged out, filled. With surprise, he quite enjoyed the cake. It was filled with a fruit that he had not had since the war and his time with the fairy squad.

Considerably less grumpy after eating, Rowan sat and observed the overflowing sweetness his sister was able to display. Always able to put others at ease and soothe the aches of the heart, she was. It was good that she was here. Left to his own devices, he would probably break the poor human, training her as he saw fit. As it was, he could see aspects of Zora's character that concerned him. Some attributes and tendencies that reminded him a little too much of the dark elves they fought against. Rowan would make a soldier, Aurora would make a savior.

Before he could wrap up the break and get back to business, the transmission bracelet on his wrist came to life. Captain Morr's voice came across as he felt the need to update everyone of their current plans.

"I swear to Solaris, if he keeps with these 'regular updates' of his, I'm going to disconnect his link. We get it, you have a human too. We just don't need to know every time they bathe." He allowed himself a small smirk and a chuckle at the absurdity of it and how many regulations it would be breaking.

Avalia

Rowan Dyewynn

Rowan Dyewynn

Rowan Dyewynn ⋆ 447 ⋆ Male ⋆ Light Elf

Appearance

Height:

6'2"

Build:

Lithe, muscular, built for speed and accuracy.

Hair Color:

Silver

Hair Length

Long, down to base of back.

Eye Color:

Slivery Blue

Skin Tone:

Pale

Distinguishing features:

Scar on left cheek, two small braids, each from behind an ear that is adorned with rings.

Psychology

Likes:

⋆ Honor, Chivalry, Respect.
⋆ Taking rides on Cephal to clear his mind.
⋆ A nice, fresh cup of tea.

Dislikes:

⋆ Rainy days.
⋆ The Dark Elf oppressors.
⋆ Overly loud, raucous behavior.

Fears:

⋆ Losing more of his family.
⋆ The advancement of technology rendering his skills useless.
⋆ Being too old to participate properly in a rebellion.

Habits/Quirks

⋆ Comes across as conceited at times due to his extreme display of manners.
⋆ Never lets anyone touch or maintain his bow.
⋆ All too ready to defend the honor of someone.

Sexuality:

Hetero

Personality:

⋆ Behavior towards others?

Rowan is unfailingly polite, even if you have garnered his ire, he will still be perfectly civil. He is not terribly outgoing, but has no issues striking up a conversation with someone interesting. More often than not, his sister, Aurora has to rescue him from the uncomfortable situations.

⋆ Where on the spectrum of selfish to selfless?

Having served his Kingdom and having no intentions of changing that, he will sacrifice himself for the greater good if it is required.

⋆ Where on the spectrum of kind to mean?

Unless you are a true Enemy, Rowan will always be nice, regardless of if he likes you or not. However if you are an Enemy, he will show no mercy and offer no concession.

⋆ Is your character affectionate? Do they enjoy hugs and being touchy?

His family are very loving and he appreciated their care and attention however, the military broke him of needing that care from others so he often does not know how to respond to affection from others.

⋆ Is it hard to gain your character’s trust?

Those affiliated with the Kingdom and its military earn his respect instantly. Any others, he is wary of until he learns where their loyalties lie.

⋆ Easy to anger or does your character usually remain calm? What about irritation?

Rowan is often capable of maintaining his composure until his family is threatened or the safety of the Kingdom is terrorized.

⋆ Patient or impatient. Is your character impulsive?

Being very skilled at taking orders, Rowan has developed the patience of a soldier.

⋆ Brave or Cowardly? Are they brave to the point of recklessness?

If something needs to be done, Rowan will volunteer regardless of the danger involved.

⋆ Reaction speeds to situations.

Rowan has developed a good combat sense and can read the flow of a battle, making the critical decisions required in the moment.

⋆ Intelligence level: Are you a cunning mastermind?

Rowan has a cool calculating head that is able to react on the fly. However, he is not a planning man, he lets others do that.

⋆ Charisma level: How well can you manipulate people? Do you make friends easily? Are you persuasive?

He does not manipulate, though his chivalry and noble attitude often brings other individuals to his side.

⋆ Sense of humor or no sense of humor?

Not being a big joker, when he does make the occasional joke, they tend to fall flat.

⋆ Sanity level of character/do they struggle with any mental illness/disorders?

As far as anyone is concerned, Rowan has it all together. However, in his own privacy, memories of the war and what he could have done different plague him.

Background

Occupation

Rowan has served in the Sun Kingdom's military since he was of age. Specializing in mounted archery, he has refined his ability and excels in the bow. He has not taken a position of command though and prefers to be somewhat free in his actions during peace times.

Living Immediate Family Members:

Aurora Dyewynn - Sister

Forsythia Dyewynn - Mother

Dead Immediate Family Members:

Claderith Dyewynn - Father

Current Companions:

Aurora Dyewynn

Others TBD

Current and Past Lover(s):

None

Current Equipment(Any weapons etc):

⋆A war bow that was crafted by master craftsmen of the Fairies. Imbued with some of their magic, it exhibits extraordinary strength and the occasional moral intent that Rowan can feel when it agrees or disagrees with his target.

⋆A pair of standard issue shortswords from the military.

⋆Pendant of Solaris that never leaves his neck.

⋆Trusty warhorse Cephas

⋆Transmission bracelet

History(2 paragraph minimum):

Raised amongst the royal court of the Sun Kingdom by his parents Claderith Dyewynn and his wife Forsythia, Rowan was the firstborn that they had brought into the world. He was the evidence of the affection his chaste and celibate father had for Forsythia. Soon after him, Aurora was next added to the family. Dedicated to his family and protecting the Sun Kingdom, Rowan joined the military as soon as he became of age. There he was taught the ways of combat and defense while his mother taught him the ways of chivalry and the court.

When war came to the Sun Kingdom, Rowan eagerly took his assignment, bidding his family farewell. The war hardened him, as it does to all. He earned many accolades by his ability and bravery. One battlefield that had turned against them lead to him saving a squad of fairy combatants and enabling their escape. Earning the scar on his check from that battle, he was rewarded by the Fairies with his bow.

Returning home whilst losing the war was very hard for him. Now, he serves as he can protecting the court, hoping for one day to have a chance to repay their oppressors in kind. Since then, he has taken up the mantle of Head of their house. With their father's death, Aurora has taken his place as the spiritual advisor and he cares for the rest.

Combat and Magic Stat Creation

Fitness Level:
⋆ Rowan is in his best shape, not heavily muscled yet still powerful and fast. Possessing the stamina of a well trained soldier.

What are your character’s physical strengths?
⋆ Outstanding accuracy with his bow.
⋆ Fleet of foot and highly aware of his surroundings.
⋆ Very fast reactions.

What are your character’s physical weaknesses?
⋆ He is not well suited for a drawn out melee.
⋆ Heavy lifting.
⋆ Never having dedicated himself to learning magic.

Years of Experience:

Weapon(s):
⋆ Bow 300+ years
⋆ Shortswords, simple melee 300+ years

Hand-to-Hand Combat:

Basic training, not very experienced.

⋆ Offensive Photokinesis: Nope
⋆ Illusions (includes invisibility): Nada
⋆ Shielding: Barely.

Best Abilities:

If really in need, he can manifest a very small and weak shield.

Rowan’s Stats

Physical Stats

Strength: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Ground Speed:⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Stamina: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Dexterity:⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Durability: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

Combat Stats

Hand-to-Hand Combat: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

Melee Combat: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Ranged Combat: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Magic Stats

Offensive Photokinesis: ⬤◯◯◯◯

Illusions: ⬤◯◯◯◯

Shielding: ⬤◯◯◯◯

Avalia

Enstille Aravenus

Enstille Aravenus

Enstille Aravenus ⋆ 385 ⋆ Male ⋆ Light Elf

Appearance

Height:

6'

Build:

Lean, bordering on gangly. No significant muscle to be seen.

Hair Color:

White

Hair Length

Mid-back, just below shoulder blades

Eye Color:

Sapphire Blue

Skin Tone:

Pale

Distinguishing features:

Virtually unblemished porcelain-like skin aside from ink staining his fingers.

Psychology

Likes:

⋆ Old, dusty books.
⋆ Ancient artifacts and historical locations.
⋆ Anything that he hasn't already extensively researched.

Dislikes:

⋆ Sweating.
⋆ Long exposure to daylight.
⋆ Interruptions while he is doing research.

Fears:

⋆ Fire, flooding, basically any historically destructive disasters.
⋆ Dark magics.
⋆ Intentionally manipulative and deceptive individuals.

Habits/Quirks

⋆ Spending hours with his nose in a book, not recognizing how long he's spent.
⋆ Upon seeing or finding something that he is not familiar with, he intensely begins to study and research it. Luckily, there is not much left to amaze him.
⋆ Very terrible at reading social cues.
⋆ Actually, just terrible socially, period.

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Personality:

Enstille naturally wishes to keep to himself, though due to his upbringing and education, he is unable to function and socialize in a normal manner. He finds himself saying things he shouldn't, or staring too long when something grabs his interest.

Most often Enstille tries to avoid conflict, running to his books to calm his mind and heart whenever tense situations arise. He does not often get angry but will rise to the defense of history. Due to his quirks, he does not make many friends whether it be because he eventually makes the other person uncomfortable or, he scares himself, assuming they aren't interested.

From all of the time spent studying, Enstille has extensive knowledge but that leads to his very shallow understanding of social environments as well as standard common sense. His academic interest in historical events, locations and artifacts proves very useful when needed. In addition, his understanding of Light magic has led him to a very unique control over it, often accomplishing things that do not follow the standard "rules". This knowledge has made him somewhat overconfident when subjects he knows come up in conversation, a trait that he is often not aware of himself.

Unfortunately, his historical studies have introduced him to the idea of betrayals and manipulations so, he looks at everyone as a potential danger. This untrusting trait of his is solely rooted in how many rulers or prominent people in history are spoken of being betrayed. He naively believes that it is an extremely common occurrence in the world.

Background

Occupation

Scholar, historian, researcher primarily based out of the Higher Education Hall in Iluminata. He has occasionally taught courses but all did not last long due to his inability to connect to his students. He is still retained for his knowledge and magical advancements he can make.

Living Immediate Family Members:

Anabelle Aravenus - Mother

Balerin Aravenus - Father

Dead Immediate Family Members:

None

Current Companions:

None

Current and Past Lover(s):

None

Current Equipment(Any weapons etc):

Grimoire of magical research.

History:

Enstille was the only child of Balerin and his frail wife, Anabelle. Unfortunately, to Balerin's ire, Anabelle could not conceive any more children after Enstille. Balerin is a very prominent trader in Iluminata and beyond. He once had dreams of a strong and hearty child to share the business with but was sorely disappointed as Enstille displayed much of his mother's frailty and interest in the academic pursuits. After Enstille's birth her health declined, leaving her mostly bedridden these days.

In Enstille's young days, he would read instead of play outside. He is lacking in stamina but makes up for it in his intelligence. Some time later, upon entering Aegnor Stonel Academy, his passion for history and knowledge began to truly sprout. He did not make friends in these days, instead finding companionship in the historical figures. Along the way, he learned of the humans that had once walked in this world. This sparked a major flame of curiosity in him that he was never truly able to satiate since the humans were purged from the world. He now studies everything he can find, every artifact related to them, at every chance he can get.

As that information ran out, he found more history to study. Rise and falls of kingdoms, battle accounts, the progression of technology and understanding of magic. If there's a historical topic to study, he has. He's even studied philosophy, though he couldn't quite connect with it. He has a collection in his office/library of ancient artifacts, some he knows the purpose of, some were left behind by the humans from their previous world. These items he has on display as trophies in his eyes.

Combat and Magic Stat Creation

Fitness Level
⋆ Terrible. Can barely run down a hallway without losing his breath.

What are your character’s physical strengths?
⋆ Physical what now?

What are your character’s physical weaknesses?
⋆ Doesn't believe in strength of body.
⋆ All of the physical weaknesses.

Years of Experience:

Weapon(s):
⋆ The best weapon is the mind. 300 years.

Hand-to-Hand Combat:
⋆ Couldn’t punch water if he tried.

Light Elves
⋆ Offensive Photokinesis: 50 years
⋆ Illusions (includes invisibility): 50 years
⋆ Shielding: 200 years

Magical Abilities

Best Abilities:

Shielding and the manipulation of them. He can create solid barriers structural in their formation, sometimes plugging holes, building temporary bridges and even the enclosures of his artifacts. He also has very minute control of "shields" to the point of creating small tools when he needs them and everything in between. The shielding is not particularity the strongest, though its versatility is far beyond normal standards.

Enstille’s Stats

Physical Stats

Strength: ⬤◯◯◯◯

Ground Speed:⬤◯◯◯◯

Stamina: ⬤◯◯◯◯

Dexterity:⬤◯◯◯◯

Durability: ⬤◯◯◯◯

Combat Stats

N/A

Magic Stats

Offensive Photokinesis:⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Illusions: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Shielding: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤