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Name: Lithiil Liden
Title: ---
Race: Elrik (A mix of Dwarf and Elf, creating a very strong and agile person, though they have a very unstable personality.)
Gender: Male
Age: 263 (Young, as Elriks have the Elven gift of Immortality against Age)
Origin: The Elven city of Tilranathil. His mother commited a sin by bearing a Dwarven child, and he became an outcast.
Appearance:
Lithiil is around 5' 6", greeting the height of all who meet him. His pale brown hair reaches from his scalp to his gentile shoulders, always hanging loose. It does not hinder him, but somewhat seems to flow everlasting making him look even more beautiful. His slender shoulders set the rest of his body to puir elegance-he is not scrawny, but neither is he overbuilt-he is built like a man, though looking somewhat more graceful. This build makes him a sturdy, but not heavy, nine-and-a-quarter stone. His skin is pale but not bleached, making him look even more gentle. He is scuppered with not a single scar, though he has fought many things. His only distinguishing mark, is that of a mole under his right eyebrow at the outer tip. Below this, his eyes show themselves too be a deep forest green, only interrupted by a striking yellow stripe going from the top to the bottom of his eyes, breaking only at the pupil.
He always carries with him an ornate glass bottle with Elvish runes engraved on it which read 'Harendiil', his star. In this bottle, is a mixture of his stars light, and a liquid Dwarven gold, which emmits a beautiful golden light when called upon.
Upon him, he always wears a deep green fit, which looks and feels more gracious than silk. This is plain, with no special markings of any kind upon it. Under this, e wears a vest of Dwwarven mithril, a chained garment which is harder than diamond. It looks like siler, but cannot be melted at any temperatue. There is not one nick on this plate, except for an engraving artfully placed at the heart, which is written in Dwarven runes, reading 'Gracious is the light of Hariil'. There is a plain brown belt around his waist, woven from three strands of leather. On this, the slots for his daggers are put, almost always full. On his bottom half, he wears simple plain green trousers made from silk, and on his feet, leather covers which act better than any boot. His shoulders bear the black leather sheaths for his blades, and his bow ist strapped to his back. His quiver is on the sheath of the katana on his left side, making it quick access too both weapons.
Personality:
He is a gentile person. When happy, he is well disposed too all who speak too him, except those who have hurt or fooled him in the past. He is intelligent and smart, but in no way contradictive. If someone is wrong near him, he will tell them in such a subtle way that they barely notice he has told them.
For the area of love, Lithiil thinks only of his old home. He thinks not of his mother or his father, as he has never met either of them. His forest and his animal friends have always been his only love.
When angered, however, he is a greatly lothed person. He is angered quickly because of his Dwarf blood, and so has a fast boiling temper.
First Impression:
On first glance, he seems but an outcast. However, too the few people who he considers friends, he is great person. Once you get past the shell he has, in which he seems shy, even suspicious, he is both trusting and trusted. The shell he puts on because he trusts few people for the reasons in his history.
If you meet him when he is angry, you are unfortunate, as he will take alot too sway him over too your side.
Weapon(s): He has a bow slung across his back, reaching at full lenght from his toes to his neck. It is a pale white, and has only the carving o his mothers name, 'Hariil'. He uses this only for long range, as close it is useless. The arrows are of a deep ebony wood, being both strong and light. The flights are fashioned to be almost invisible-but a thin white feather, making the straightest line. He has two Katanas, one sheathed on each shoulder. On these weapons are the engravings of his star, and they are of such an Elven make that they glow when that star shines in the sky, making the holder of both more powerful. These he uses in all close combat. Though when he is in short ranged combat, he has a small supply of Diamond Gilded daggers for throwing, which he retrieves from each slain body.
Magic: He cannot cure nor damage anyone-but he can use magic. His spells are all focused on hindering the opponent. He can summon an invisible wall between himself and his opponent-though this stops him from attacking them. He can also create a temporal portal-unfortunately, it can teleport him anywhere, as he has not yet mastered this skill. It also stays open for a very large amount of time, therefore letting his enemys follow him. Because of this, he only uses it in a dire situation.
Abilities/Skills:
He has perfect aim with a bow and dagger, and can slay almost all in his path if he has both of his Katanas and his star is shining.
On the terms of his strength, he is both powerful and weak. Though he is quick, and tires very slowly, he cannot carry too heavy a burden. He can lift about 3 times his sown bodyweight, but no more than that. However, in a battle he would be considered very strong-the fact that he is a very skilled fighter is a very good point. In a battle, he will almost always come out on top.
His speed and reflexes are very large parts of his battle strategy. He will trust mostly on his lightning reflexes, as he is able too avoid even an arrow shot! He rolls out of harms way with most attacks, and seems too be unhittable.
On terms of how much damage Lithiil can take, it is very low. The average warrior can take several bowshots-however, but a few and Lithiil would die. A warrior would have around a mark of five hundred 'health'-Lithiil has only 273. When struck, he does not flinch. He practised this with hard leather balls-it means that when he is hit on a rare occasion, he can flee in case of another strike. However, when hit a few times with enough force, he will be stopped completely.
In a battle, he will usually fall back and rain in arrows on his opponents. However, when in close combat, he will use his quick reflexes too dodge attacks, and fly in with his Katanas. If these, for some reason, do not serve him well, of if he is unwilling too approach the target, he will keep a steady distance, and throw in his Diamond Gilded Knives.
History:
Hrail was born into a village of Elves. He was never really at home there in the peaceful realm, and so left at the age of 23.
From his home, he travelled, trying to find out news of his father
However, he found many a friend in the wilderness. Though these allies soon died to save him. When he eventually met with his father, he was not as happy as he would have hoped-for one, his father was a very obnoxious Dwarf, and for another
-the father he had learnt of was a fake, and it was not untill he heard his 'father' plotting to murder him that he found this out, Because of this, he felt abandoned, but did not let that hurt him-he used that power and channeled it to make it his strength. He fled from his 'fathers' house, hoping against hope that his tireless feet would be no match for the Dwarves that his father had let out after him. It was not until three days had passed from his departure that Lithiil saw fit to rest. He stopped at a lake, and made what he hoped to be a permanent lakeside home.
It had been eight and a half years since the meeting with his fake father. Lithiil had made a quiet life by the lake he had named Olrithiil, at one with the nature and friend of the birds. He had returned from a day of talking with the Great Owls, when he noticed a smoke rising from the direction of his home. He rushed to it, with his bow out and strung, to see two Orcs with flaming torches by his home. Evidently they did not know he was there, as when they saw him, they dropped their torches in surprise. One had set themselves on fire, though the other was shot, as an arrow was loosed from Lithiil's bow. He was not sure why these Orcs had attempted to burn him, but he vowed to find out.
His first thought was that of his fake father, but when he reached there, he found his fathers palace destroyed. He felt no remorse, though unhappy. He then had no idea of where to look-so he didn't. He simply left his life, and became a wonderer. Though his life was exile, he became known for slaying many an Orc and enemy, but not as Lithiil Liden.
Waiting for approval.
Name: Lithiil Liden
Title: ---
Race: Elrik (A mix of Dwarf and Elf, creating a very strong and agile person, though they have a very unstable personality.)
Gender: Male
Age: 263 (Young, as Elriks have the Elven gift of Immortality against Age)
Origin: The Elven city of Tilranathil. His mother commited a sin by bearing a Dwarven child, and he became an outcast.
Appearance:
Lithiil is around 5' 6", greeting the height of all who meet him. His pale brown hair reaches from his scalp to his gentile shoulders, always hanging loose. It does not hinder him, but somewhat seems to flow everlasting making him look even more beautiful. His slender shoulders set the rest of his body to puir elegance-he is not scrawny, but neither is he overbuilt-he is built like a man, though looking somewhat more graceful. This build makes him a sturdy, but not heavy, nine-and-a-quarter stone. His skin is pale but not bleached, making him look even more gentle. He is scuppered with not a single scar, though he has fought many things. His only distinguishing mark, is that of a mole under his right eyebrow at the outer tip. Below this, his eyes show themselves too be a deep forest green, only interrupted by a striking yellow stripe going from the top to the bottom of his eyes, breaking only at the pupil.
He always carries with him an ornate glass bottle with Elvish runes engraved on it which read 'Harendiil', his star. In this bottle, is a mixture of his stars light, and a liquid Dwarven gold, which emmits a beautiful golden light when called upon.
Upon him, he always wears a deep green fit, which looks and feels more gracious than silk. This is plain, with no special markings of any kind upon it. Under this, e wears a vest of Dwwarven mithril, a chained garment which is harder than diamond. It looks like siler, but cannot be melted at any temperatue. There is not one nick on this plate, except for an engraving artfully placed at the heart, which is written in Dwarven runes, reading 'Gracious is the light of Hariil'. There is a plain brown belt around his waist, woven from three strands of leather. On this, the slots for his daggers are put, almost always full. On his bottom half, he wears simple plain green trousers made from silk, and on his feet, leather covers which act better than any boot. His shoulders bear the black leather sheaths for his blades, and his bow ist strapped to his back. His quiver is on the sheath of the katana on his left side, making it quick access too both weapons.
Personality:
He is a gentile person. When happy, he is well disposed too all who speak too him, except those who have hurt or fooled him in the past. He is intelligent and smart, but in no way contradictive. If someone is wrong near him, he will tell them in such a subtle way that they barely notice he has told them.
For the area of love, Lithiil thinks only of his old home. He thinks not of his mother or his father, as he has never met either of them. His forest and his animal friends have always been his only love.
When angered, however, he is a greatly lothed person. He is angered quickly because of his Dwarf blood, and so has a fast boiling temper.
First Impression:
On first glance, he seems but an outcast. However, too the few people who he considers friends, he is great person. Once you get past the shell he has, in which he seems shy, even suspicious, he is both trusting and trusted. The shell he puts on because he trusts few people for the reasons in his history.
If you meet him when he is angry, you are unfortunate, as he will take alot too sway him over too your side.
Weapon(s): He has a bow slung across his back, reaching at full lenght from his toes to his neck. It is a pale white, and has only the carving o his mothers name, 'Hariil'. He uses this only for long range, as close it is useless. The arrows are of a deep ebony wood, being both strong and light. The flights are fashioned to be almost invisible-but a thin white feather, making the straightest line. He has two Katanas, one sheathed on each shoulder. On these weapons are the engravings of his star, and they are of such an Elven make that they glow when that star shines in the sky, making the holder of both more powerful. These he uses in all close combat. Though when he is in short ranged combat, he has a small supply of Diamond Gilded daggers for throwing, which he retrieves from each slain body.
Magic: He cannot cure nor damage anyone-but he can use magic. His spells are all focused on hindering the opponent. He can summon an invisible wall between himself and his opponent-though this stops him from attacking them. He can also create a temporal portal-unfortunately, it can teleport him anywhere, as he has not yet mastered this skill. It also stays open for a very large amount of time, therefore letting his enemys follow him. Because of this, he only uses it in a dire situation.
Abilities/Skills:
He has perfect aim with a bow and dagger, and can slay almost all in his path if he has both of his Katanas and his star is shining.
On the terms of his strength, he is both powerful and weak. Though he is quick, and tires very slowly, he cannot carry too heavy a burden. He can lift about 3 times his sown bodyweight, but no more than that. However, in a battle he would be considered very strong-the fact that he is a very skilled fighter is a very good point. In a battle, he will almost always come out on top.
His speed and reflexes are very large parts of his battle strategy. He will trust mostly on his lightning reflexes, as he is able too avoid even an arrow shot! He rolls out of harms way with most attacks, and seems too be unhittable.
On terms of how much damage Lithiil can take, it is very low. The average warrior can take several bowshots-however, but a few and Lithiil would die. A warrior would have around a mark of five hundred 'health'-Lithiil has only 273. When struck, he does not flinch. He practised this with hard leather balls-it means that when he is hit on a rare occasion, he can flee in case of another strike. However, when hit a few times with enough force, he will be stopped completely.
In a battle, he will usually fall back and rain in arrows on his opponents. However, when in close combat, he will use his quick reflexes too dodge attacks, and fly in with his Katanas. If these, for some reason, do not serve him well, of if he is unwilling too approach the target, he will keep a steady distance, and throw in his Diamond Gilded Knives.
History:
Hrail was born into a village of Elves. He was never really at home there in the peaceful realm, and so left at the age of 23.
From his home, he travelled, trying to find out news of his father
-his mother had died during birth, so all family was gone to him.
he was dead
It had been eight and a half years since the meeting with his fake father. Lithiil had made a quiet life by the lake he had named Olrithiil, at one with the nature and friend of the birds. He had returned from a day of talking with the Great Owls, when he noticed a smoke rising from the direction of his home. He rushed to it, with his bow out and strung, to see two Orcs with flaming torches by his home. Evidently they did not know he was there, as when they saw him, they dropped their torches in surprise. One had set themselves on fire, though the other was shot, as an arrow was loosed from Lithiil's bow. He was not sure why these Orcs had attempted to burn him, but he vowed to find out.
His first thought was that of his fake father, but when he reached there, he found his fathers palace destroyed. He felt no remorse, though unhappy. He then had no idea of where to look-so he didn't. He simply left his life, and became a wonderer. Though his life was exile, he became known for slaying many an Orc and enemy, but not as Lithiil Liden.
Waiting for approval.
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