Tim

Tymalnaethus Aielbaratthin Gildenhollow answers exclusively to - and introduces himself exclusively by - the name “Tim".

A high-elf by race and some posture, Tim is more defined by his love of delving (adventuring) than anything else. Eldritch Knight.

## Description

### Appearance

Physical Build: 6’2". Slender, but fit. Silver hair, quite pale skin, and golden eyes...Tim's pointed ears peek out about halfway from under his hair. He has no piercings.

Several scars of battle are on his face. There are a few on his neck, forearms, and hands as well. These mar the image of a timeless etherealness that some other elves might possess. They're all scars from honest battle in a life of adventuring. Wounds that were left to heal naturally rather than healed by magic. Tim has been a delver for over two decades now, and while his scars are not terribly gruesome they can be a little off-putting at first glance. They don't make him look exceedingly dangerous or menacing, just hard-won competent at taking hits and living to see another day. Like his short name, the smattering of scars all over his body somewhat defy the traditional elven beauty aesthetic that his coloration and confident stature would imply. He does possess a somewhat androgynous quality to his facial features.

### Equipment and clothing

Tim wears leather armor of masterwork quality but there is nothing exceptionally ornate about it, decoration-wise. Instead, the focal point of his torso is that on the front of his chest he's carrying a white duck in what can only be described as a leather Baby Bjorn. It is worthy to note that the leather baby bjorn doesn't clash with Tim’s armor, and looks like it was crafted to fit with it. There is some leather scrollwork on the front of the baby-bjorn for decoration.

Tim wears a Cloak of Displacement on his back, the edges of which appear slightly blurred. He carries two short swords at his hip, a large gold-rimmed shield at his side, and a well-made longbow tucked over his back. ((Please feel free to omit the bow for simplicity, if you prefer.)) The short swords both are finely crafted, have beautiful rounded pommels and are meticulously cared for.

One of the swords crackles with purple lightning in the blade section that peeks out from the top of the sheath. The other sword has faint green flames flickering on the same area. (Tim’s fighting style relies heavily on the Booming Blade cantrip. The other sword represents the Green Flame Blade cantrip.)

Speaking of meticulous... Tim is immaculately kept. Where Gwen may often have plant life or dirt in her hair, Tim makes a habit of presti-cleaning himself (and his duck) on a frequent basis throughout the day. You might expect with the scars he'd be more rough and tumble, but he keeps himself and his belongings well-cared for and almost unusually clean.

### Personality

It would be easiest to describe Tim’s general demeanour/personality as warmly professional. His golden eyes shine bright and alert at all times. He makes a habit of keeping mindful of his party’s environment. He is aware more so than most, due to his experience, that a situation could arise at any time.

He wants to protect his companions from that, and it is important to him that they can play and interact without a care. He doesn't look afraid or nervous in this watchfulness. He has full confidence in his party’s abilities and he’s rather proud of his companions. But he’s like…the ‘mom’ friend.

## Companions

Tim has collected several unique companions throughout his years adventuring

### Conjurer Wellington

Conjurer Welling is perfectly normal looking (as far as ducks go). It is of normal intelligence for a duck but clearly now used to being carried.

Procured from....

## Personal Journey

### Hiatus from Twilight Rose

Look...an elf can only take so much from those crazy delvers in Ivilesse. I mean for Bahamut's sake, he had a thigh eaten by a Lizard man. The guy deserves some R&R.

## Character Overview (as of Sept 2021)

**Name**:  Tim <<Tymalnaethus Aielbaratthin Gildenhollow>>

**Age**: Old enough to be here, young enough to not be dead yet <<360-380 years. 36-38 circles. 3 centuries.>>

**Race**: High-Elf

**Languages Known:** Common, Elven, Abyssal

**Profession**: Guild Artisan: Delver -- Eldritch Knight/*Triadic Illmatari (Unity Domain)*

**Primary Skills**: Finesse Dual Wielder, Weapon Augmentation, Scouting, Experience, *Defensive Casting.*

**Affiliations**: ~~None~~  Grey Might (Ivileese Chapter), *Church of The Triad (Balm Temple).* <<Friend to The Twilight Rose party.>>

**Rivalries**: ~~None~~. ~~Briza~~. *None*. <<No one still living. No one he is aware of.>>

**Known Enemies**: Monsters <<No one still living. No one he knows of.>>

**Hometown**: I'm based in Ivileese. << Small coast town in South of the East Continent. Most of his life lived East Continent. Newer to Ivileese.>>

**Defining characteristics**: Tall for an elf. Clean-kept. Silver elf hair. Gold eyes. Leather Armor. Ambidextrous. Hard to Kill. Pet duck. Owl familiar. *New-to-cloth cleric. Holy symbols of Illmater permanently marked on body (Broken) Rack burned into right  leg at upper thigh, red cord cut-scarred onto both wrists.*

<<More scars than skin. Minimal personal decoration but everything he wears is tailored custom. Never seen without his Cloak of Displacement>>

**Personality:** I'm good at what I do, and I expect that to be acknowledged in my treatment and pay. You don't hold my first contract and you won't hold my last. I know how to work well with all classes, but I don't tolerate selfish/self-centred behaviour within my party.

<<Well meaning, but poor-social skills. Paternalistic to the point of directive. Challenging, in more ways than one.  Good-hearted. Speaks better by action than words. Uses gold to try and show the group he cares about them. Big on investing in the success/survivability of other delvers. Prefers to drink it out rather than talk it out. Defensive and stubborn when pushed to talk about the past. Vastly prefers swordplay to sonnets.>>

**Likes:** I like delving. I'm good at it, it pays well, and its interesting. I like the satisfaction of adding a new monster part on the Grey Might guild hall's trophy wall. I like fighting new monsters, not the same ones over and over. I like good drink and variety in company. I like travelling, and I'm comfortable doing it. I like contracts and I like real challenges on the field. Save your goblins. *My Triad. Unity. Cooperation. Bravery. My friends The Twilight Rose Heroes.*

<< Good bouts that lead to bedsprings. Really good well-aged wine. Changelings. His past (very dead) delving partner from a century ago.>>

**Dislikes:** Selfishness. Short-sightedness. Messy behaviour. Bad faith contracts. Working for free. Warlocks. Nicknames. ~~Briza~~. *Cruelty*.

<<Being alone. Talking about the past. Being asked to do fine-art stuff. Romance and courtship>>

**What would you want your guildmaster to know about you:** I don't take contracts blind. I will expect to negotiate my own terms if I don't like what I'm reading. I don't play dice - at the table or in the field.

<<I'm loyal and diligent, but I've been around enough years to see a lot of death. I won't let chain of command prevent stopping avoidable ones.>>

**What would you want your guildmates to know about you**: Give me your best and try to keep up. I play cards, not dice.

<<Your lives matter to me. I want you to survive. You're worth protecting. That's why I'm here, and why I use my shield. Please don't ask about my before-now. I need to pretend this is all there ever was. It's been a lot of years since I had good company. I'm rusty at gentle. I'm no bard. >>

**Anything else?**

* No wife/girlfriend, not interested. No, not 'someday' either.
* Yes, just Tim. Yes, I know elves usually have long names; I don't.
* No, I'm not going to tell you where a scar came from. Go look at the trophy wall.
* I don't like messy or dirty. Blood doesn't count.
* I expect those affiliated with me to act like they have a reputation to uphold. Mine matters to me and I'm not yielding circles or trance-time over your misbehaviour. Dumb delvers die. You're not dragging me down with you.  Fine with dying, but not because someone couldn't keep their dumb mouth shut.
* No, I won't wear plate. Yes, I'm able to. No, I still won't don it even if you ask nicely. No, not even if its good.

* Yes, I have an owl familiar. His name is Mister Flappins. Yes, I'm well aware of his poor manners. No, you can't mirror them. Yes, I know he likes you more than me. Yes, I am completely alright with that. He performs as he needs to when he needs to. He's persistent, and he's entertaining company. Expressive.
* Yes, I am wearing a duck. His name is Conjurer Wellington. I bought him from a merchant along the road. No, I've never seen another one. Yes, he is missing a shoe. He's only ever had the one. Yes, he can walk. It's just too slow to keep up and he's safer up here. No, he can't talk. Yes, I do intend to wear him everywhere.

* *Yes, I know most Illmatari are renowned healers. Yes, I did train in it. But I'm Triadic for a reason - I'm not that kind of cleric.*
* *Yes, Triadic does mean three gods. Yes I know one is a lot of work. It's all quite a new process for me, and I'm still trying to get better of it.*
* *Yes, I did travel with the Twilight Rose Party. Wonderful people. Incredible heroes. Terrible delvers. Still friends. Treat them with kindness.*

<<Terrified of going back to the Eastern Continent/where he was before Ivileese. It would take something big to make him go back.>>