Caelyn

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rebbdomine
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Caelyn

Post by rebbdomine » Tue Aug 21, 2018 8:21 pm

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Name: Caelyn

Age: 125

Sex: Male

Race: Wood Elf

Height: 170 cm

Weight: 80 kg

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Description:

Caelyn is a woodland Elf, who lives in solitude, living off the land and hunting to survive/collect meat and pelts to sell.
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Appearance:

Small framed, brown eyes, brown braided hair, tribal tattoos on his face. A small scar under his nose.

Personality:

Quiet and reserved, prefers to observe situations than get involved. A devout follower of old Elven tradition and "Gods" that were worshipped as tree-spirits and mainfestations of nature.
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Abilities:
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Skills:
Highly Skilled at Archery, proficient at crafting and minor alchemy.

Equipment:

Clothes;
-Dresses in fur and leather armour, boots made of leather with hobnailed soles. Leather strips around his wrists.

Weapons;
A simple hunting bow w/a quiver of iron arrows.
2 daggers.

Miscellaneous;
A pouch to carry miscelanneous items/coins.

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Biography:
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Was raised in a xenophobic Elven tribe who hated all other races. The tribe regularly carried out raids on human settlements and convoys, looting and killing. Eventually they were pursued into the mountains by local militia. Caelyn grew disenfranchised with the bandit lifestyle and abandoned his tribe to become a ranger of the forests. HE worships the old Elven gods and performs rituals to appease them.

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Annasiel
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Re: Caelyn

Post by Annasiel » Wed Aug 22, 2018 3:15 am

Accepted
Alone she drifts from ancient mists
Nary a candle, nary a wish
But in the wont of wandering paths
Through wooded knolls, and windworn crags
She seeks a face she thought as friend
But now -- she thinks as judgement's end

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