Arthrus Dale
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| Player: | ell3007. | |
| Title: | None. | |
| Age: | 97. | |
| Race: | Elf. | |
| Eye Colour: | Green. | |
| Hair: | Mousy Brown. | |
| Skin Tone: | Slightly Tanned. | |
| Height: | 5'12. | |
| Weight: | 94 lbs. | |
| Alignment: | Neutral Good. | |
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Personality
Arthrus' personality is unusual and complex. He is usually a happy, buoyant figure, whistling of humming to himself. He will often talk to who he thinks is interesting, sharing meat and mead with them and exchanging news.
Arthrus likes to find open, unpopulated and natural areas to relax. It's in these places he feels at home, an unexplained warmth will fill his body and mind and he will lie there, not knowing how much time has passed before standing up and continuing on his way.
Equipment
Clothing : Arthrus is almost always clad in a Racing Green cloak, hood, mask and over coat he also wears a pair of Maroon gloves and a leather belt, tied to this are a few pouches, which contain an assortment of random items. Under all this he wears a smaller black leather coat, boots, shirt and pants.
Primary Weapon - Knives : Arthrus owns two small knives, these are hidden under his coat. He will usually use these as his Primary Weapon in Combat.
Secondary Weapon: Arthrus has no secondary weapon, but if he is unable too use his knives, and there is a weapon nearby he will easily be able too use one.
Leather Bound Diary: Arthrus owns a small diary in which he jots down all the unusual things that happen to him.
Abilities
Stalk: Seeing as Arthrus is an Elf he is light footed, so he can move with only the slightest sounds made. This makes him good at hunting and following others. A leafy area would work to his advantage because his over coat would help him blend in with the surroundings, but in plain or urban areas it would be a greater task to not be seen.
Background
Prologue: I understand, father The young Elven boy was sat on a bench, the left half of his face was hidden under a warm flannel which was wrapped around his head, he was staring up at the figure that towered over him. He had quite long, well kempt hair, he also had a small scar besides his right eye. He was clad in a black over coat, gray cotton pants and black cotton shirt. A kitten jumped up onto his lap, purring. The boy scratched at it's neck for a while. The figure was also an Elf, he was like all other Elves, there was nothing that made him special. Good... Don't ever do that again... Do you understand? Yes, I do. The boy glanced around the room Right... Well then, leave me. The boy stood and walked to the open door, he left the room and closed the door behind him.
As he turned a corner in the corridoor he was in a forest, he glanced around, his heart racing. He realised he was supposed to be running from something... What? He did not know but he knew he was meant to run, and so he did. He began sprinting through the trees, knocking high branches to the side and jumping over the low ones, he was older know and his whole face was hidden under a black hood and mask. He was still clad in the same clothes but a size larger. He glanced behind him, trying to catch a glimpse of what he was running from before *thwack* he hit his head on something, he fell onto his hands and knees, pulling back his hood and running a gloved hand through his auburn hair. When he pulled back his hand it was smeered with blood, he starred at it for a moment before falling on the floor, conciousness drifting form his body...
His room was still dark as he sat bolt upright in his bed, the candle had long ago been extinguished by the cool breeze coming from the open window. Although it was cool, his body was weeping sweat from all of his pores, the left side of his face was darker than the right, though a beam of moonlight was falling lightly on him through the open window. He stood, his blanket sliding off him. He was wore a black gown and he made his way to the open window, staring out at the moon. He closed the window, breathing on the panes for a moment, watching his breath condense on the glass before getting back into the bed and rolling the covers up to engulf his body.
Pre Flood
Before the flood, Arthrus doesn't remember much, he remembers his parent's faces, sometimes having dreams about them.
Arthrus spent most of his youth dreaming of adventures and seeing new places, he often imagined he was older and was in an unusual place. His favourite was when he found what he called Silver Forest, the high trees blanketed in soft spider silk, it hung from branches, almost like a dress. He also wished he was a mage quite often, he once almost set his home alight by taking a candle and pretending he was a Pyromancer, tough after this accident he lost intrest in this idea.
Arthrus' brother, Hala, was unusually bold for an Elf and had a slight chaotic characteristic. When he and Arthrus were younger they would fight as children do, but this once ended with the left side of Arthrus' head being slammed into the hearth of a hall, resulting in Arthrus having to have the burnt area stiched over by a sheet of pale leather.
As he grew he began to dislike members of his family more and more. Mainly the older brother who had the pleasure of charring his face, and Arthrus never knew why his father always took Hala's side over his. He left at the age of 17, setting out the see the world. His father had given him some sturdy walking boots for the trip. With a bag on is shoulder, jammed full of things he may need, he left his family. A while later came the flood, which he narrowly survived.
