Keil L. Danillan

## Keil L. Danillan: A Summary

Keil L. Danillan is a young prostor elf who used to be a criminal, a pirate even, but after the events of a storm that killed his entire crew, Keil crashed upon the beaches and heard a whisper calling him into the forest, beckoning him to explore, these however, the whispers he heard in the forest are not as they seem... these "whispers" are things he has been hearing his entire life, teaching him various skills, these whispers are his ancestors, who's spirits are trapped within his eye, said eyes were the eyes of a shade, one of Keil's ancestors stole these pair of eyes and ever since it has haunted the bloodline, from child to child, making them blind and able to hear the spirits of their ancestors.

Shortly after crashing in, Keil formed The Tide Striders, a mercenary group consisting of 5 members, each member taking on a moniker from a chess piece, Keil is the tricky and silver tongued defacto "leader" of The Tide Striders, thus, taking on the alias "The King".

## Skills and Abilities

* Enhanced Perception Due to Shade Eyes.

* Great Combat, Agility and Stamina.

* Negotiator with a Silver Tongue.

* Untapped Connection to the Arcane

* Can receive warnings and gut feelings from his ancestors within the shade, though, the power of this is limited, its full potential may be unlocked through letting the ancestors take control, which is highly dangerous.

## History

**The Catalyst (Ancestral Event)**

  Long, long ago, before Keil L. Danillan was born, before his name was even uttered, there was a Miner, a miner that came to be known as The Shade Whisperer, The The Shade Whisperer mined day in and day out, but of course seeked the oh so elusive diamond, so every day every night, he would return to his mine, mining deeper, and deeper, and deeper, until \*thhwink\* he hit something, something harder than stone, he lit up a torch and…

It was a diamond. The Shade Whisperer rejoiced, but as he was about to swing his pickaxe again, a shadowy aberration came out of it-- a shade. It crept towards him, blowing out his torch. He swung his pickaxe, and to his surprise, the shade jerked back and dropped two diamond-looking objects. It glowed in the dark. The Shade Whisperer took these black "diamonds" and ran to the surface.

Inspecting the black “diamonds” further, he found out they were eyes, a pair of black lifeless eyes staring back at him, but as quickly as he ran, the eyes jumped up into him, turning into shadow and possessing his eyes, rendering him blind, but when he finally awoke, he could still see, but the sun, the sun was too bright, he covered his eyes and ran back to his home, where he refused to tell anyone of what happened, but keeping this knowledge with him, eventually, The Shade Whisperer Would pass away, as all beings are, but instead of heading to an afterlife, or to nothingness, his spirit, his soul, was trapped inside his very own eyes, carried around as a shade-like smoke.

**The Dragon Within (Ancestral Event #2)**

  When The Shade Whisperer eventually passed away from natural causes, he realized that he brought the shade with him, his left and right eye cursed with parts of that shadowy being, he died never telling his son, who would become The Wingbane, though, this is only the nickname he gave himself, as everyone truly calls him The Warmonger, seeking nothing but blood, the eyes of the shade, unsatisfied with the end of The Shade Whisperer, still needing to find their way back to their original owners, possessed the young Warmonger, rendering him blind.

he thought his dreams were over, but he realized, he can somehow see, and with even better perception than he did with his own two eyes, he could see like a cat, piercing through the dark, but the sun, the sun was so painful in his eyes, so he decided to wear a blind fold, to filter out the sun, he thought it was a miracle, so he continued with his dreams, killing dragons, acquiring their eyes, their hearts, their bone, their scale.

His obsession with killing dragons eventually led him to become a warmonger, waging war upon those that wanted to protect such creatures, and so on his path to “glory” he killed his fellow men in cold blood, just so that he could reach a rush, a rush of killing another dragon.

Eventually he thought to replace his body with ones of a dragon, thinking this would make him a better fighter, over the course years he would perform self surgeries, replacing his eyes, some of his skin, his legs all of him, everything, until time came to replace his puny elven heart, he made a massive mistake, he cut around his heart, and cut it out, pulling it out, he screamed a fiery scream of pain and slotted the heart of a flame dragon inside of him.

at first, he felt fine, amazing even, his body could work at times no other elf could, but suddenly, from within, pain, the dragon, using the last of its power, made his own heart stop, from within the grave, The Warmonger, clutching his heart desperately crawling towards his elven heart eventually died, his comrades and his group of dragon hunters thought it was death from heart attack, an uneventful death for the The Warmonger, one that angered him, even through his days in the Shade with his father, Shade Whisperer.

**The Hidden Treasures (Ancestral Event #3)**

  Upon the discovery of The Warmonger’s corpse, one of the first people to observe this corpse, was his own son, a soon-to-be Vault Hunter, known professionally as “The Prowler” now he was young, but old enough to know what had happened, he rushed towards the other members of the guild to tell them of The Warmonger, they ruled his death a heart attack, but instead of glorifying him, making a golden statue out of him like The Warmonger expected, the guild took his belongings and disbanded.

The Warmonger was forever remembered for what he truly was, a horrible murdering warmonger, his son The Prowler was left with nothing but the clothes on his back, the small dragon bone dagger his father had gifted him and the company of his mother, but that was soon stripped away, when his mother left his own son due to the bad name that he brought upon to her, having nowhere to go, The Prowler brought the skills that his father taught him to crime.

The Prowler would show up to the criminal streets of his area, wielding the small dragon bone dagger his father had gifted him, soon enough, his skills were noticed and a crime organization brought him in, as a small time thief, but his skills exponentially grew, but all this growth was rapidly brought to a halt, when the eyes of the shade found him, hiding the shadows, and like lightning struck him, possessing him, blinding him, but to his surprise, he kept his vision, not only that, but he also heard whispers from his very own eyes, his father.

Through the years he would use his enhanced perception to commit more crime, eventually cracking and robbing vaults for various clients for a fee, but one job brought him to an oddly familiar vault, and after cracking it, he would find out why, a set of dragon armor, clearly belonging to his father, without hesitation, he put it on, the armor was actually forged from the scales of the very dragon that stopped the heart of his father, the voices from his eyes told him “you idiot, it is cursed.” but The Prowler ignored the voices, feeling invincible he started to take on more jobs, more dangerous ones, and his bravery is rewarded, he soon becomes a powerful and rich criminal, but the curse catches up to him, and without even feeling it, everything he has strived for is being taken away, bit by bit by an unknown force, he doesn't know what it is, not even his enhanced perception could see it, so he threw away the armor, running away from his criminal life.

Eventually starting a life on a small fishing village, getting himself a wife and eventually a son, but when he thought things were over, as for years the curse has not affected him or his life, he simply went to fishing, using the dragon bone knife as a gutter, but, on one stormy and rainy night, with fog brushing up into the air, he went out to fish on such a unique night, and there they were, the armor, somehow, some way, caught up with him, washed unto the shore, and he couldn't muster up the volition to simply row his boat away, he put on the set of armor, feeling invincible as his young self once felt, he ran out into the rain, and into the fog, he disappeared, he disappeared into the shade, his young son never knowing where he went.

**The Explorer (Ancestral Event #4)**

  After his father disappeared into the fog, The Survivalist swore that he would find his father, even if it meant traveling the whole world, and so he did, he lived the life of fishing until his maturity, where he bid farewell to his mother and the small fishing village he spent his entire life on the find his father, in hopes he would still be alive, but upon stepping foot outside of the village, something possessed him, it was the eyes of the shade, he was blinded, he became like his father, seeing this as a sign that his father was still alive he kept pushing.

strangely, his vision was clear, clearer, even, but he pushed on, traveling through lands very few elves have stepped unto before, through sea, through land, through sky sometimes, but during his travels, he encountered the love of his life, a fellow explorer, they explored lands together, even conquered some, but after a few years of this she wanted to settle down, but The Survivalist still did not want to, he still hasn't found his father, he doesn’t even have a single clue as to where he is, but, eventually, she talked The Survivalist into settling down, so they lived a normal life together, choosing to live off of nature, using their skills to feed themselves.

eventually, they would have a son, but, poetically, after forgetting about his quest to search for his father, a rainstorm, similar to the one The Survivalist lost his father in arrived to him, so he stood there, watching all night waiting for the rain to dissipate, and in the morning, he made a tough decision, he bid farewell to his wife and son, promising that one day, one day he will be back for them.

So The Survivalist was back on the road again, starting fresh, and suddenly, as he walked towards the ocean, a sharp, sudden pain in the head, something in the ocean is calling him, somewhere out there he is needed, so The Survivalist built a boat, just for himself and sailed the seas, for years he sailed, island to island until he came upon a landmass that even though he has not set foot on, feels familiar, this must be the heart of Interra Gloria but before he could step on land and finally reach his goal, tragically, a mysterious storm left his ship crashed, leaving him to drown in the cold shores of the loamy beach, but as he drowned, he was transported into the shade, and finally, finally reunited with his father.

The Unfolding Secrets (Ancestral Event #5)

  The young boy, the soon to be fugitive saw his father leave for the high seas, he put on a stoneface, to make his mother and father think that he is fine with this, but deep down, he was hurting, he never heard from his father again, growing up without a father was tough for The Arcana, he missed him dearly, but one day, just a few nights before his maturity came, he felt it, the eyes of the shade had possessed him, clearly having just left The Survivalist’s body, he was blind, The Arcana, looked around and realized, he was like his father, blind, but unlike his father he did not see this as a gift or motivation, this angered him, even though he still had sight he still felt a fiery rage within him, his own father had cursed him!

And so The Arcana resented his father, and sometimes, at night, he would hear his father in his head, from his eyes even, apologizing to him, but The Arcana would never forgive him, shortly after his mothers untimely passing, he decided to take on the wild, becoming an adventurer himself, he built a small raft for himself with the very few belongings he had and he set sail, and eventually, he found land, it was a city, a vast city, with blooming life and population, humans, elves, trolls and goblins, he had never seen anything like it, so he got accustomed to the land, taking up a job as a fisherman and living inside the city, but on the side, he would sometimes visit the magic academy, to see what was being taught, as The Arcana took quite the interest in the arcane, and so, on one day, he decided to break into the academy at night, looking through the halls and the empty classrooms he came upon a dusty old library, one that's clearly still seeing use, but is not maintained, he kept looking through the books but his enhanced shade eye-sight brought his attention to something peculiar, there is a switch hidden behind one of the bookcases, flipping it, he encountered books and scrolls supposed to be hidden from the public.

Unable to stop himself The Arcana read through these books and scrolls, until he came upon a scroll that contained a way for one to harness the power of the shadow, chanting it out loud, without knowing, it awoke the shade pieces within him to an alarming level, he became a walking rift to the darkness, a beast of the dark, but he was able to stop himself before he was ripped apart by the dark itself, the high level magi, sensing a disturbance in the air came running down to the library, seeing The Arcana clutching one of the forbidden scrolls they ran at him, but in the blink of an eye, he disappeared.

The Arcana eventually became a criminal to be chased, a dangerous one at that, one that could harness the shade, so The Arcana ran, ran and ran, avoiding capture at every corner, learning tactics to escape and hide easily and reading through the scroll, slowly learning how to control his reawakened power, but in wake of this, he had mistakes, mistakes that caused the lives of hundreds, but through all this running, surviving and learning, a woman caught his eye, another elf, one that The Arcana eventually grew a love for, trying his luck, during a particularly foggy night, he would speak to this woman, and they eventually fell in love, in slew of The Arcana’s criminal status, they hid, it wasn’t long in their relationship when they decided to have a child, at first, they were happy, but eventually they grew desperate.

They could not take care of this child, especially while in hiding, so in a tough decision, The Arcana decided to give himself up to the magi in exchange that his son and partner be taken care of, but after being confined in a cell, seemingly impossible to escape, the magi did not keep their promise, instead, they abandoned the child, eventually, out of desperation, The Arcana's partner left their child at the doorstep of a nearby orphanage.

Within the cell The Arcana was tortured, day and night, until one day, he heard the voices of his lineage calling him to the shade, so, The Arcana used everything that he had learned from the scrolls to join them in the shade, and his spell succeeded, he opened his eyes for the first time in years, finally free from his fathers curse, in the shade.

**Keil L. Danillan**

  Eventually, a small elven baby turned up at the doorstep of an orphanage, this child had nothing on him, nothing but a torn piece of a scroll, an “L” from the scroll, and thus, this child came to be known by the nickname of L, this child was just like every other elven child, and was even adopted by a family, not knowing where he came from, and who his parents were caused L great distress, but eventually, he learned to live with it, he took on the name his new adoptive parents have given him, “Keil L. Danillan” a simple name, but still, even though he had come to a acceptance with his situation, he knew there was still something, something he could do, and as he reached maturity, he felt something calling to him, until the night of his maturity, the eyes of the shade had escaped the cell of his fathers body and made it to him, he became blind, but, worryingly, his vision was clearer than ever, and he could hear whispers from another world, whispers that taught him skills he wouldn't have known otherwise.

a fiery voice taught him how to wield a sword, a voice distorted by water taught him how to survive and thrive in the wild, and voice obscured by a sort of foggy-ness taught him how to steal, how to be slippery, using these lessons he grew himself and his skills, of course, these lessons were far from perfect, they were incomprehensible half the time, but there was one voice he could never comprehend, a voice undecipherable, but he ignored it, as life went on Keil lived a normal elven life, but he decided to use his new skills to involve himself in shady street crime, pickpocketing from unsuspecting tourists, stealing from stores he was amazing at it.

But eventually, this all caught up to him, when his adoptive parents caught him with his loot, they lectured him, but promised not to turn him in, as they couldnt muster up the heart to, Keil felt guilt, and decided that he would just be trouble for his adoptive parents, so on his next birthday, he would announce to his adoptive parents that something, something out in the ocean called to him, a land far away beckoned him to come closer, so he waved his goodbyes and bought a small boat, just enough to row to nearby islands.

**RECENT LIFE EVENTS**

**Entrenched**

 After sailing away from the life he once knew, the whispers of his eyes got louder, and his head began to hurt, these headaches felt like uncontrollable pain, but eventually, even through all of that, Keil made it to a different place in the world, a city ran by a criminal organization, The Illagers, Keil, seeing crime again, swallowed his guilt and joined the organization, offering his skills as a thief, escapist and combatant he would commit petty crime for the organization, becoming a loan shark, stealing from what he could see and driving away the authoritative force trying to break into the city, through years of service and loyalty to the organization Keil rose up the ranks of the organization, and from his first promotion, came the next, and the one after that, and before he knew it Keil was climbing the organizations ladder quite quickly, eventually becoming head of a small portion of it that handled dealing black market goods, he would even receive his own custom trench coat as a sign of acknowledgement from the higher ups.

and for a few years he would run this black market quite well, until the day that the authorities finally broke into the city to dismantle the crime inside of it, but the authorities were not interested in talking down the crimelords down, no, they wanted to burn the city and all that is inside, so Keil, thinking quickly, took his small sector of his black market forces and took them to a ship, to sail to sea, to look for a better place.

On the travels on the ship, the crew began to resent their lives as criminals and low lives, and they all eventually became close friends, appointing Keil as captain of the ship, Keil would have many friends travel with him, a shopkeeper that sold bows and arrows with quality beyond anything else, a blue-haired woman that sang like a siren and threw a trident like one as well, and a potion maker that hid in the shadows but could strike harder than a thousands suns, and many others, they all eventually came upon a peaceful island, on it, a small village, with farms, cattle and sheep, they decided to settle down.

mingling with the locals they would live quite a peaceful life, but only for a few years, as a fleet of pirates would come upon the island they once knew as peaceful and attacked, Keil and his crew fought back, and fought back hard, but it was futile, these pirates were well equipped and well trained, there was no stopping them, so Keil and his crew swallowed their pride and took what little remained with them, along with a  few locals that survived the onslaught and took off to sea, but this time, the whispers from the shade guided Keil to a land, a land he does not know of, but, entrusting the whispers he would set sail for the heart of Interra Gloria, far from the small island nations that Keil is used to residing in.

**PRESENT LIFE**

**Arrival**

 Keil and his crew did not take long to come near upon the heart of Interra Gloria, but something strange was coming upon them, the wind blew hard and a storm came, a storm eerily similar to the one that drowned The Explorer, a cold and brutal storm, thrashing everyone and everything in the ship around, the ship was not built for this, and its hull had burst, it seemed like the end, not just for Keil, but for everyone, and for the legacy of his lineage, but one of the whispers from the shade, the one distorted by the oceans came and whispered to Keil’s ear, Keil did not comprehend anything, and he closed his eyes, thinking it would be over, but lo and behold, he lived, though his head ached and his body did not feel right, as if he had forgotten many things about him, and how to perform certain actions, but still, he opened his eyes and looked around and saw that his ship, his crew, everything had come crashing down before him, his friends, the people he swore to protect, everything had lost to the ocean, Keil wrapped his wounds and took to mourning his ship and crew, for multiple days, he sat on the shore, regretting that the captain did not go down with the ship.

But while mourning on one dark night, he heard whispers, but these whispers were different, they are not the ones he has been hearing his entire life, but these whispers from the shade beckoned him to see and explore the heart of Interra Gloria, so Keil dropped his hand from his chest and stood up, standing tall, he looked upon the horizon and said, “Goodbye my dear crew, a new life awaits me, and a new whisper calls to me, and something tells me, this whisper will lead me to my new crew,”

## Personality And Quotes

“Work is work, I want to be paid.”

“Robbing, looting, stealing, I'm a simple man, with simple hobbies.”

“I sense something… elusive.”

“striving for a draw is often harder than striving for victory.”

“Bow beats sword, shield beats bow, sword beats shield, but in the end, waiting for all of them to kill each other is the best plan.”

“No room for jokes? C’mon dude! There's always room for humor! Okay, maybe not all the time but still.”

  Keil L. Danillan is a rather young elf, who despite his young age has experienced a lot of violence and crime, but despite this, he likes to keep a good attitude, but don't let this trick you into falling for his silver tongue, just before you know it, you will be stripped of your belongings in the blink of an eye, but, he’s not that bad, he is willing to fight for good, if needed, but he will fight for any side, for a fee, though the voices of his ancestors may skew his view and perspective.

## Fun Facts!

* Keil is sick of potatoes yet has a love-hate relationship with them. On his travels potatoes are the type of food he has eaten the most, he would prefer to avoid them.

* Keil is skilled with almost any weapon, but he is most adept with bladed short range weapons.

* Keil’s enhanced eyesight allows him to sense what no normal being could, either from his simple senses or even warnings from the shade.

* Keil is no marksman by any means, but he is handy with both a bow and a crossbow.

* Keil has very little knowledge of the arcane, though his untapped prowess in him can be awakened, though it will require a powerful magic user to teach and guide him.

* Keil has the tendency to either be loud and talkative and completely mute the next second.

* Keil can perform acrobatics and zip around like a mad-man, for this, he prefers lighter armors, he would like to give heavy armor a shot though, would require a good mentor, however.

* Keil feels as if there is something wrong about Erde Verbrannt, as if he needs to keep a close eye on him.

* Keil cannot control or use any magic relating to the shade, unless he is taught, his eyes only allow him to see and to hear his ancestors.

* Upon crashing in, Keil’s ancestors had to weaken their influence in order to save Keil, causing him to lose a majority of his skill, all but his knack for speaking, he can regain this skill by regaining memories through experiencing events and speaking to people and nations.

## Ancestral Connections

***Shade Whisperer:***

Allows Keil to speak to his ancestor, ***"The Shade Whisperer"***

Allows Keil to speak to inanimate objects, concepts, and all things non-living and non-speaking, receive premonitions,  gut feelings and increase the connection caps for the other ancestors, these whispers are invaluable, the ability to feel is the strongest ability of all. A low Shade Whisperer connection will cause Keil to be blind to the truth, but too high a Shade Whisperer connection may cause hallucinations and harmful delusions.

***Warmonger:***

Allows Keil to speak to his ancestor, ***"The Warmonger"***

Allows Keil to become physically stronger, handle weapons, be intimidating and be an unstoppable beast, without power, there is nothing to live for. A low Warmonger connection will cause Keil to be weak and feeble, even unable to lift a pebble, but too high a Warmonger connection will cause Keil to be cold hearted and violent.

***Prowler:***

Allows Keil to speak to his ancestor, ***"The Prowler"***

Allows Keil to become adept with machines, contraptions, and buildings, sneak around unnoticed and be more acrobatic, find the weaknesses in everything, living or not, everything done in the dark, is a deed done good. A low Prowler connection will cause Keil to be sluggish and unable to tap into the many flaws of all the things around him, but too high a Prowler connection will sever Keil from the outside world, “why interact with others when the shadow already speaks to you?”.

***Survivalist:***

Allows Keil to speak to his ancestor, ***"The Survivalist"***

Allows Keil to become a skillful outdoorsman, survive and thrive alone or with others in any environment, learn recipes and more modes of travel, there are many sights to see, and they will be key to finding the truth. A low Survivalist connection will cause Keil to be inept with the outside world, easily knocked over by nature's elements, but too high a Survivalist connection will cause The Survivalist to be increasingly protective over Keil, not letting him do anything even slightly dangerous.

***Arcana:***

Allows Keil to speak to his ancestor, ***"The Arcana"***

Allows Keil to become knowledgeable in all things, but particularly, magic, learn spells, alchemy and many more, knowledge is power, and power is survival. A low Arcana connection will cause Keil to be unknowledgeable to much of anything in this world, to the point of not being able to function, but too high an Arcana connection will cause Keil to be blind to the outside world, “if it isn't magic, then I don't want to speak about it!”.