Appearance:
Standing at an elven average of 6'11" with forest green eyes and long blonde hair usually tied into a tight ponytail, Eltharion possesses a face which would make most human women swoon within minutes, though the same could be said of most elves around his age. With the green tint usually associated with his race muted, the elf sometimes wonders whether his mother coupled with a human, though he knows better than to ask. His elven genes grant him the usual benefits including long, ropey muscled limbs along with the usual liabilities. Tattooed across the right side of his body and face are arcane markings which serve no real purpose other than as a good luck charm, although he argues it gives him a certain mystique.
Name:
Eltharion Vindicaire
Age:
205, still in the prime of his youth
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Pragmatic more than anything else, Eltharion tends to look for the solution to a problem rather than whine about it. When speaking his words are carefully chosen and he attempts to hide any emotion under a sardonic grin, especially when dealing with strangers. Quick to take charge of any situation spiralling out of control, Eltharion is a natural leader which saw to his rapid rise in the Elven military and possesses a certain charisma that compels those of weaker will to obey without question. While he may sometimes be dark and broody, the elf prefers to keep a taciturn atmosphere about himself to improve his senses of his surroundings, combined with a sharp tongue and acidic words. While he may seem sarcastic and unfeeling, the elf is actually quite concerned about his charges and will quickly withdraw if they are being overwhelmed, even if it is against orders. Thanks to his...current predicament, Eltharion is not rather fond of Dwarves.
Previous Profession:
Forest thorn squad leader
History:
Eltharion, who's name was derived from their capital city, was born into a soldier family inside the fortress city of Athelara, a frontier city built to stop the dwarves in the event they broke through the main battle line of smaller encampments. As such, it was no surprise that he ended up in the military during his adolescent years. Starting off in the Forest Thorns, Eltharion found much action in the Palarian Strip, a long strand of no-mans land which the two had managed to fight to a standstill and which still saw blood daily. Set to defend a heavily forested area on the eastern flank called the Llan Copse, he found fame in managing to rally his squad mates after the commanding officer was killed during a brutal dwarven assault and mounting a valiant defence which managed to hold until reinforcements arrived.
For his actions, Eltharion was rewarded with a non-commissioned officer role and command of his own squad. While he proved to be a sometimes uncooperative officer, withdrawing when he deemed the odds impossible, he was also indispensable due to his unfaltering will and natural charisma, managing to hold the line and even push the dwarves back on occasion. As he rose to the rank of a full commissioned officer he was already gathering many eyes on him, from both sides. Top command in Eltharios marked him as one to watch, while Dwarven commanders across the archipelago deemed him too much of a threat to leave unchecked. Of course, the Dwarves were much better warmakers in that regard, having already pushed the elves off of vast swathes of their own land.
After a particularly crushing defeat, Eltharion's squad was cut off and surrounded, the Forest Thorns having been caught out of their element. Managing to strike a parley with the commander, he negotiated the release of his charges in exchange for him going quietly. Despite racial distrust, Eltharion had already garnered a reputation for ruthlessness and prowess and the deal was accepting. Letting the other 7 remaining elves leave, Eltharion was dragged away in manacles and chains.
For days, he was locked in a dark cell, fed only a thin porridge of grains and water. No matter how much the dwarves probed him however, his iron will never broke. That, or he was just incredibly stubborn. After they deemed him of no more use, instead of returning him to his family, the dwarves decided to sell him off to slavers for a high price after embellishing his achievements to their own end and negotiating a high price, along with a few other elves and beastmen allies.
The events afterwards went by in a blur of dark light and rocking waves and he soon found himself in a new land filled with creatures with round ears. Instinctively knowing that these were 'humans' he had nevertheless never seen any. At the slave markets, he was highly bid upon by a variety of contractors, from mercenary captains, to farm owners. But the one who won, in the end, was a lanista. With little other choice, accepting his hand in life, Eltharion was dragged off into a cart.
Preferred Arms:
Eltharion prefers the use of spears to anything else thanks mostly to his training, though he finds much solace in its long reach. Sometimes, it is best to keep danger at least 2 meters away from you with a pointy stick. Along with this, Elthanion prefers light leather armour for its protection and minimal reduction to manoeuvrability.