Erbalar Bastrim

Pronunciation: UR-buh-lar BAHS-trim

## Appearance

* **Fantasy race:** High Elf
* **Pronouns:** he/him
* **Age:** 219
* **Voice accent:** Generational PC British
* **Height:** 5'4"
* **Weight:** 110 lbs
* **Hair color:** Black, side-parted wavy, bottom of ear length, normally tucked behind his pointed ears
* **Skin color:** lightly tanned
* **Eye color:** teal green
* **FBK Tattoo:** located on the right side of his neck, roughly centered, taking up about half the vertical space
* **Example clothing outfit worn:** comfortable but noticeably stylish traveling garb

## Personality

* **Traits:** Intelligent, graceful, diplomatic, oddly curious, friendly, welcoming
* **Goal:** if asked, he will state his desire to understand the many forms of Civilization in the world - how they come about, how they thrive, and how they fall. There is also another goal in his heart that he will likely only share with those he becomes closest to.
* **Flaw:** High Intelligence, Low Wisdom
* **Biggest fear:** finding no meaning in the world
* **One item they want:** A high quality rapier that could be a permanent addition to his traveling gear (both in appearance and function)
* **Pop culture influence:** no intended influences
* **Tics/Mannerisms to help GMs portray them consistently:** leans to the more verbose side of phrasing. Go-to phrases: How intriguing, Indubitably

## Social Connections

* **Family members:**
	+ Alastair Bastrim (Father, estranged)
	+ Sylvianna Bastrim (Mother, estranged)
* **People they know:**
	+ Nulisag
* **Social class:** upper non-noble
* **Occupation:** Courtier (traveling wanderer, not set to a single location/kingdom)
* **Combat class:** Bladesinger
* **Where they sleep at night:** Either in a guest accommodation of the city he is visiting or at a local mid/upper class inn. No owned land/home.

## Background/Personal History

Erbalar was born and raised in an Elven city far to the west of Guaso, but still on the same continent of Clondach. The city was heavily populated by Elves, especially those who held noble and royal titles - other races even being considered nobility were unheard of. Despite consistent frustration and aversion towards how non-nobles were treated, Erbalar's complaints to his father and mother were dismissed or ignored outright. When he voiced his concerns at a noble gathering, he was heavily chastised afterward for being an embarrassment. This strife culminated in a massive argument when Erbalar was 110, resulting in him renouncing his family and leaving. Expecting his son to return after realizing the challenges of the "real world", Alastair allowed Erbalar to leave. They haven't seen each other or spoken to each other since.

Erbalar took to traveling the continent, especially any area with forms of civilization different to what he had grown up under. This began as a deep need to prove his views correct: that society did NOT require Elves to be in charge in order to keep "the lessers" in line. That goal evolved over the years to Erbalar wanting to understand the inherent building blocks of societies - what makes a city or country thrive compared to those that crumble. This goal brought Erbalar across the continent, with him spending sometimes a couple of decades in any given area. Throughout that time, he has met and lived alongside individuals of all walks of life, even other nobles, despite his aversion due to his own upbringing.

One such wandering period brought Erbalar to Niqamui and a friendship with Nulisag, early on in the formation of The Firebreathing Kittens Guild. Erbalar happily became one of the earliest members of the guild, and he has retained his membership, despite spending most of it absent from the area.

Most recently, while spending the last 12 years in Metdifov, a city nestled in the forests of western Guaso, Erbalar learned of a form of magic inherent in focused music: specifically songs. This epiphany has led him to believe that there is a single Great Song of reality that can be learned, if one is willing to search hard enough and uncover it, note by note. This has driven Erbalar to return to his friend and Guild Master, and the Firebreathing Kittens. For where better to have the widest array of experiences - especially those in aid of others - than there?