Tel'Kahras Faermorn

Tel'Kahras Faermorn is a student of the Rosewood Institution and a member of Team Lumen.
== History ==
=== Backstory from Tel'Kahras' Personal Perspective Prior To Season 1===
(Please note this is not fully representative of Tel's current character or portrayal but many key elements are still present.)
 Audio Reading.
Friends? Family? For my kind? Not a chance, reader. I was born to a DragonKin father, and an Elven mother. Or at least, that’s what everyone yells at me for. 
Truth is, I’ve got no idea where I came from. No memory. None. At. All. Strange.
First thing I remember is waking up beneath the burning sun of the waste that is the dune sea of Droza. The next thing I know… running from a screaming group of marauders seeking the short sword I still carry with me today. Why did they want it? No idea, all I remember is several bulky, scary, and particularly fast individuals screaming “Give us the sword!” One can forget many things during moments like these. But if one thing comes to mind, outside of those terrifying screams it’s the gem within the hilt of the sword. I’d like to say I’ve never seen such a beautiful glow at moonrise before, but it’s the only one I remember.
More importantly, I bet you’re wondering how I escaped those bandits? With my wonderful wits of course! Aaaaaand, maybe a bit of luck on top. You see… a sandstorm began to pick up, and as I ducked for cover behind the bank of the nearest sand dune, barely avoiding an arrow to my neck, mind you, grazing my scales like the touch of a fairy. I found myself whispering, repeating, trembling out these words again and again… “Don’t see me, Don’t see me, Don’t see me, Don’t. See. Me.” And to my surprise…
They didn’t.
Turns out I’d made the sandstorm so thick in front of me that it was unperceivable from the other side. Imagine that? Waking up in a deadly situation and escaping with an incomprehensible power? Sounds like the beginning of any bard’s tale to me. Sadly, that’s not the case. Turns out, that’s illusion magic. Something that in fact, isn’t all that special.
People can heal wounds, manipulate the elements with just their hands, even… summon other worldly forces to aid them. And what can I do? Make pretty pictures and nice sounds sometimes. But I wasn’t going to let that stop me. After a rather long walk and lots of restless nights (across a desert, risking life, and limb) I found myself rather parched (Actually, dying of starvation, and thirst.) But I kept on going. All my travel was worth it, I found the strangest of locations. A giant ribcage, belonging to some strange beast. (I’m sure it put up a good fight.) But most interesting of all… civilisation inside.
Solaris, they called it. Food, clothing, weapons, relics of old. It’s all for sale there. Unfortunately for them, I had no money. 
I can still smell the aroma now; spicy, salty and seductive as the darkness within the rifts themselves. I vividly remember my first meal. I think they called it ‘SchorpTuum’. Turns out that delicacy was just a large roasted scorpion with seasoning. Shame it didn’t look, or taste as good as it smelled. Thankfully, I didn’t have much time to taste it. As I found myself sprinting away once more, this time from an angry store kept demanding his fee. I still remember the foul language he belted out while chasing me, “Damn you cursed blood, blight upon this world!” Lovely fellow. It was in this moment of flight or fight I learned a truly useful skill, deception.
Grabbing rags and a scarf from stalls dotted along my impromptu escape route, I covered my features and hid among the crowd. If only it was that easy, those bastards grabbed my forked tail and threw me out to my pursuer. As I brandished my short sword, I squeezed the grip and braced myself for the second deadliest encounter of my life so far. (Sorry store keep, you’ve got nothing on marauders.) As he charged towards me, drawing his knife. I found myself instinctively maneuvering aside.
Who’d have thought? Turns out that even if my memories are lost. My instinct is not. As his blade passed on by, I found myself laughing, and worst of all, enjoying it. “You’re as useless with that blade as a wolf biting without it’s jaw!” SNAP. As I clicked my fingers, the visage of a jawless wolf appeared directly in front of my assailant. I only had one chance, arcane nausea rattling my brain. Pushing off on my feet and holding my blade towards my foe I began my gambit.
SSSSSK. As my blade entered his gut, I remember the way his eyes opened, the gasp that left his mouth and finally the clang of his blade falling to the ground. I ran. Do I think back to that store keep? To whether he lived or died by my blade? Not really.
I did what I had to, and of all the places to take a life, I could do worse than the scavenger settlement of Solaris. There’s much more to the story of my survival, but I’ll spare you the details. Instead, let’s talk about Rosewood. For a messenger to seek me out, for a letter to find its way into my hands in the dune wastes of Droza… Someone must think I’m special. That scares me.
Who is this Alea Rosewood? What do they want? Why me? Can they help me? Everything has a price. But defenses from the dangers I face daily? The chance to master my magic? And finally, the possibility of finding out my truly mysterious past?
Damnation, I’m in.
=== Season 1 ===
== Relations ==
*Team Lumen
== Skills and Abilities ==
* Tel’Kahras’s greatest strength is his natural wits, having lived his the majority of his adolescent years as a travelling nomad in Droza, Tel has found that the quickest way to get yourself incapacitated is to not keep your eyes open at all times and the fastest way to earning a meal out in the dunes is to steal it from another. With these quick wits and just enough luck Tel has managed to scrape by and lived long enough to find his footing in the world, at the risk of losing everything with one wrong move.
* Tel’Kahras has an aptitude for illusion magic, making use of it fervently to survive in Droza, finding it a suitable companion for his lifestyle of trickery, often using it to visually display and aid in his attempts to persuade, deceive or simply just to express his emotions.
==Trivia==
* Much like his combat style, Tel’s flaw in character lies within his deceptions.
* There are only so many lies you can tell, and Tel’s had a life full of them.
* Tel’s attempts to hide his Drakk’Sharr parentage through appearing more alike to a Mixed Heritage - Dragonkin present a reluctancy to act in ways that would compromise his disguise, even if other individuals would already know of his true nature.
* He will often take the easiest way out of a situation, even if it causes trouble for those around him, always playing it off as ‘the only way that looked right in my eyes’.
* This even reflects in his day to day actions and activities, when an acquaintance suggests doing something that an average individual would get involved in, Tel will question and investigate false suspicions when there were clearly none existing in the first place.
* Tel'Kahras appears physically irritated and slightly exhausted as if he hasn't been sleeping often. Regardless of how much he seems to rest, this irritable state has remained prevalent over the break since season one, whether this has been stress or something else is unknown to him.
==Links==
=== Social Links ===
* Twitch: https://www.twitch.tv/ToMoVR
* Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/c/ToMoVR
* Twitter: https://twitter.com/ToMoVR
=== Episodes ===
* Season 1 Playlist: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HWmzEgbhvBE&list=PLZ1tzDEQm10nB9vTbnV2-Qlx0i0PwshzG
* Season 2 Playlist: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zh1_B8FJP0E&list=PLZ1tzDEQm10m5idGTSKOLFhbykHL-zViF
=== Clips ===
*Tel's Annoyed Speech to an Empty Hall
*Drunk Tel Collapses From His Chair
==Gallery==
File:Tel'KSeason1.png|S1 Full Design
File:TelSeason2FullDesign.png|S2 Full Design
Category:Rosewood Characters