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[Celeborn]

~Quick Info.~

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~Your Character~

Name: Celeborn

Age: Almost two ages.

Race: Wood Elf, no longer living with them.

Alignment: Slowly turning dark.

Appearance:

Celeborn looks only a little like your regular Wood Elf. He stands at 6 foot even, and weighing a mere 90 pounds. As you can tell from these two facts, you can tell that he is extremely tall and thin like a twig. He is most beautiful, with pale olive skin and a face that looked as if it was carved by God. His voice is low soft, almost like a majestic wolf howling at the moon.

Celeborn has long, flowing blonde hair that ends just below his shoulder-blades. What you can’t see, though, is the dark black that is forming at the base of the skull. Though, you can see that his eyebrows have already turned a dark black. A small streak of black has already formed on the underneath part of his hair. His pupils are a bright jade in the middle of a vast amount of white. Even though his beauty is vast, though, he would look even better if he wasn’t always staring down at you through blank eyes and a just as blank face.

Celeborn wears the usual attire of an adventuring elf. He has on tan leggings with dark brown boots that raise up to his thighs. His top attire is a thin, long sleeves peasant shirt with a hard bull hide vest that goes over that. He wears over this all a black, velvet cloak that reaches down to the ground.

Background/history: Celeborn was born as a Wood Elf in the Deep Forest. He was raised to be the best elf that he could possibly be, and was continuously annoyed from his father about becoming better. He never had received a genuine smile from the Wood Elves. This was mostly because he was born with the Cursed Hand, which is a large X-shaped mark filling the palm of his hand with one line longer than the other, ending a little passed his wrist. Of course, no one knew what the consequences were of having a hand like this, other than the fact that it was rare that an infant elf be born with a scar, and that his mother had passed only seconds after his birth.

He was taught by his father in the ways of magic. Namely, he learned about the natural magic, and the communication with the living plants and beings around him. Though, it is a tad bit hard when even the trees fear the curse put upon you during your birth. They will not normally send messages for him, unless the message is frightfully important. He can, also, have the ability to grow or kill certain unintelligent types of plants, namely flowers and grass.

Soon after his becoming of age, he left the Wood Elves for both their fear of him and his aggravation and anger toward them. Slowly and slowly he makes his way across the known world now, trying to never look back to the supposed ‘family’ that he had back in the Deep Forest. And faster than he thinks, he is becoming more and more likely to kill. More and more...

...evil.

~Abilities and weapons~

Please list and describe abilities/magic your character has:

• Nature Magic: He has the ability to send messages through the trees to whomever he wishes, though the trees don't normally comply to him due to his past and the curse that is put upon him.
• Fate of Nature: Celeborn does have the ability to grow or kill certain unintelligent types of plants, namely flowers and grass. This doesn't accomplish much if he is killing them, other than to vent rage, but it is quite convenient due to the speed that he has learned to grow them at.
• Craftsmanship: Like any other elf, Celeborn is quite good at using his hands to create something out of simply materials in everyday life. He had even built the saddle for his horse that travels with him (Twilight).
• Speed Shooting: Along with his speed at growing plants, Celeborn has also been taught by his father to shoot a bow, and exceptionally fast. He is able to shoot two arrows at a target, and shoot the tips off of those with another two at wonderful accuracy and speed.

Weapon(s): Celeborn has with him a long bow that was carved by his ancestors, passed down by his mother’s side of the family. It was given to him once she was deceased, and he has been practicing with it for his entire life. It seems to have so sort of charm put on it, but it is unknown to even the best charming Wood Elves what it could possibly be.

Also, Celeborn keeps with him a pack of arrows that has been charmed to stay full no matter how many he pulls out of it. It just seems like he keeps taking them out, but they never actually come out of the pack, but stay the same number inside there.

~Sample Post~

It had been a long while since Celeborn had left his home with the Wood Elves and the forest that he and his family had once called home. He had no one now, and he would never have anyone. He would surrender himself to the darkness soon enough, he had decided. He had been traveling for who knows how long. He knew that his horse was most likely getting thirsty, and so he would have to find a place to stop soon for food and rest.

Now he was on a bothersome pathway that snaked in and out of the trees, just on the barrier of a small field where a farmer had planted a crop. He knew that he had to be close, but every few minutes he either had to move something out of the way of the path or shoo an animal away for scaring his horse. It seemed as if everything in the woods was out to get him, and he had the mind to kill them all, but not the heart... yet.

Just as he finished moving yet another log out of the way, he decided to walk alongside his horse, as now there were sharp rocks on the ground that his weight on the horse wouldn’t help one bit. Not too soon after, though, he came upon a small village. It might have consisted of four or five houses and a few more buildings. Sighing to himself, the great elf entered, never to walk that particular pathway again.

~Other~
Did you read the rules: Yes.
Did you read the plot: Yes.
Note(s): Twilight is a white Arabian horse.

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