Elthrael Vol'Kerno

Mother

Status: Deceased (killed by orcs)

## Appearance

Elthrael's body is quite built like an acrobat rather than a warrior, he seems capable of doing back flips and high jumps. His body bears a couple of scars, most of them are minor however in size. His chest is filled with abs and his overall physique would be regarded as attractive to most.

His hair is well groomed and taken care of, and his skin apart from the scars seem to be nearly spotless. His eyes, wings and height is what puts him apart from most other fairies, some find his eyes hypnotic, while others frown and feel uneasy.

His walk and overall movement is quite graceful, his body language displays confidence and an overly attention to his surroundings. Be it the searching look, the slight sniffing in the air or leaning his head to the side slightly to listen in.

Elthrael wears black boots which has been curled slightly at the tips, his pants are brown in color, he wears a red sash around his waist, a black undershirt with a lightweight dark grey breastplate over it which is open at the back for his wings. He also wears matching arm braces of same color. He also wears a sort of pale blue overcoat with a waist cape (neatly tucked under his sash belt). He also carries a sword (Think of a Jian sword) and sheath, which has been his favored weapon for a long time, preferring it's weight and size to be perfect for his style of fighting. He also carried minor food, water skin and small vials with unknown fluids with him. alongside tools for keeping his weapon in good shape, alongside some daily Life tools which he keeps altogether in a few side pouches by his waist.

## Personality

### Likes:

⋆ Powerful artifacts

⋆ Seizing power while retaining full control

⋆ Scheming and planning

⋆ Girls/Women

⋆ Seducing, teasing and corrupting others

⋆ Enslaving others to serve him

⋆ To have long conversations

⋆ Irony

⋆ Honorable individuals

⋆ Philosophical discussions

⋆ Loyalty

⋆ Freedom for himself

### Dislikes:

⋆ Loud noises

⋆ Authority

⋆ Cold weather

⋆ Aklenroth and necromancy in general

⋆ Destruction of the forests

⋆ Extinction of any species

⋆ Males which are violent to females, outside of fighting.

⋆ Male faeries and leaders of their kind

⋆ Killing of children, unless it can be helped

### Fears:

⋆ Being unable to realize his dreams

⋆ Losing his own free will

⋆ Becoming helpless

### Personality:

⋆ He's highly sociable and enjoys in starting conversations with allies or enemies alike.

⋆ He's mostly a selfish individual altogether.

⋆ May be kind to females, but less so towards males.

⋆ He's mainly concerned with keeping himself safe, but will step in to aid a subordinate or ally, or a complete stranger if he thinks he can get amusement or benefits out of doing so.

⋆ Elthrael is a calm individual generally, until someone pushes him beyond the point where he feels comfortable. Such as scarring or wounding him, that's when he becomes more aggressive and ferocious.

⋆ He's very patient, he bides his time and waits if he has to. Though not a stranger to seizing a moment if it presents itself, would a door open for him to gain power and lose nothing, he would seize it.

⋆ Elthrael is neither pure brave or cowardly, he uses poisons, stealth and trickery all which may be considered to be cowardly ways. While at the same time doesn't hide behind others to defend himself, preferring to be facing many of his opponents by himself.

⋆ He seldom gets nervous or worried, when he does it are matters concerning his own fears. Meaning if hes at the point of death or worse.

⋆ He's as fast as they get, very quick to react to noise and things he sees, such as parrying a blade or dodging a projectile flung at him.

⋆ Elthrael is more intelligent than the average fairy, cunning and shrewd in mind. But he is not on a strategists', prodigy or mastermind's level.

⋆ His charisma and charm is one of his most dangerous tools, as those which lower their guard may be drawn in by his sweet poison.

⋆ He's very humorous, he enjoys irony and very dark humor.

⋆ He's not your regular fairy, and his ambitions would cause some to label him insane, while others might consider him brilliant. It depends on whose watching.

⋆ Elthrael is quite energetic, but not in the hyper manner. He enjoys to sit still and plan things out, conserving his energy for when he needs it.

## Background

### History:

I was born, much like any other creature of our beautiful and vast world, to parents which wanted nothing more to have an offspring only because they could, not even pondering on the thought if they should. Thus I came to be, taller than most of my kind, yet that was not the most defining feature which I'd been given.

Wings of darkness. Brown at the outside, yet pitch black on the inside, red and yellow markings within depicting eyes, much like those which I gaze upon people with. This affront, this disfigurement as the common folk saw it, decided it was dark magic. Perhaps it was the wicked and mad lich himself which have had a hand in my creation and cursed my parentage.

So wary and so judgmental be the masses that they in their fear chose to exile us away from the inner workings of the River Kingdom. Further up to the north, towards where the wing river flows, and even further north where the orcs dwell.

I lived in that forest for a long time alongside my parents, my father whom fell to illness when I was a mere child, then my mother found company with another of our kind whose martial prowess within the fairy kingdom had been frowned upon for being too... violent and dirty.

With my father being no longer around, I took lessons from this warrior in the way of the sword and spear, how one would fight with might and speed to attain victory. Victory at whatever cost necessary as long as it does not harry yourself from greater achievements. When my body was weary from the martial training, my mother taught me further in the way of our people. Herbalism, alchemy and of the natural magics all around us.

How one could manipulate it to do ones bidding, but never forget to also care for the forests, for would they be lost so would the power be. To control roots and vines, to produce poisonous barbs, stings and thorns. To create powerful pollen which could carry through the air to inflict blindness, confusion and drowsiness among other useful things to render ones target significantly weakened. For how can you aim, if you cannot see? How can you swing your blade effectively if you cannot even feel your limbs?

Orcs tended to visit the borders of the forests, although in small scouting bands of two to three at a time. My martial teacher easily disposed of many of them, when I was too young to properly fight them I watched him from a safe distance among the trees. Watch and learn. Til I was old enough to partake in the gardening business myself, plucking these bad greens out myself.

His way of fighting was ruthless, yet very effective. The orcs whom preferred to rely on large powerful weapons, tough armors yet with gaps open for a sharp pointed blade or a cutting slash, could not land much of a hit upon him. The losses of the scouts must have been stacking up, as larger parties began to visit the forest.

Then came the day where a large enough orc force waded through the forest and came across our huts, they killed my teacher and my mother, ransacked the place and put it to the torch. I hunted down every last one of them. Til I could peel off the fear from their chieftain's heart, bit by bit. He swung his enormous ax towards me, my step was swift and my blade was sharp, I struck the fool in his armpit and he toppled over like the trees his ilk had cut down. Ironic that he would meet the same fate.

Home is where your close ones are, yet if you have none. Where is then your home? I left that forest behind, after the burial of my mother and teacher, for nothing remained for me there. The only path onward is forward, and like that I came to wander. With no place being home.

I found my refuge in the darkest parts of the forests, among other creatures which soon came to realize the pecking order was not in their favor. Elves, fellow fairies and other beings occasionally came along my path, it was at such moments I learnt that my appearance, which had originally caused my parents and I to become exiled had become more... refined.

Females of my kind, but not limited only my kind, found attraction in my unusual appearance, my speech and words. Some of it I learnt from my teacher, whom was quite the scoundrel, as he was capable of drawing the attention of my mother who was a very headstrong one, his skills were quite noticeable. Even whilst I now claim, I have surpassed him quite the bit in that regard. Then of course there were also males, most of them wanted to hunt me down, thinking that I was the hart and they were the hunter. The fools soon realized they were in error, and fled away screaming in terror.

Their prey became a predator, one which they could not hope to harry or trap. There was also other outcasts which sometimes made their way into the forest borders, to ambush travelling merchants. These often killed the merchants and were too busy plundering their belongings to notice that they had been stabbed from behind. Oh pity. But it would have been a waste to let good weaponry, food and clothing, to name a few things... to go to waste so I helped myself to their ill-gotten gains, and the merchant's 'fee' for passing the forest.

## Combat Information

### Physical Strengths:

⋆ Quick on ground and air

⋆ Expert sword and spearman

⋆ Keen senses (Scent, hearing, sight.)

### Physical Weaknesses:

⋆ Weakness to loud noises and powerful scent based attacks

⋆ Vulnerable to cold

⋆ Lightweight

## Additional Information

* His best ability is chlorokinesis. His healing skills are not as developed. His Zoolingualism is non-existent.
* Elthrael is 33 years old.