Name:
Elenaril
Race: Gray Elf
Alignment True Neutral. Elenaril is prone to neither great charity, nor wicked acts. He walks the world judging all he sees as either correct or wrong, according to his logic and believes that to be the best measuring stick of all. So right is he that he often thinks and at times forces (if he truly belives strongly about something) others to act according to this 'rule'. Of course, he does not write these rules down, or indeed have any set of strict laws - for each situation is different. And should he change his mind about something, he would hardly let anyone find out, the least of which - himself.
Appearance Elenaril stands very tall for an elf at 5 feet and 10 inches, looking down, if only a little, at an average human. There is strength and speed tightly bound in his lean and light elven form. His features are a finely carved sculpture: green-hazel eyes with precise, dense eyebrows; A straight nose, full lips and a medium brow, framed in straight, black and silk smooth hair falling a little past his shoulders.
He wears elegant wizardly robes sewn by skillfull craftsmen, often in black or dark shades, with deeper tones of red or other colour in the lining. While not gaudy in showing this, they are by no means without finery. Beautiful patterns in hues of gold or silver are in preference, as well as subtle scriptures of elven, draconic or arcane text.
His voice is a balanced medium pitch, his tone kept even and controlled as he speaks, suggesting a great certainty of his own words.
Short Background Elenaril was a born prodigy, gifted in magic from the very cradle and not lacking physically for it. He's tutelage in wizardry began at an extremely young age, but he was more than capable. That is, until he was expected to cast his first spell the wizardly way - at which point all his magical prowess seemingly vanished. This ushered in an eleven year magical dry spell, for ten of which attempts to teach him were made. In the end, this effort was abandoned, yet he never gave up and in a year's time taught himself what he needed to know. He was re-instated in the training, but a bitter resentment had laid it's roots.
With every year passing, this seed expanded. The cheerful personality of youth gave way to hard logic and a feeling of superiority. A day after his 100th year, he left the city and all his mentors and their wrong ways . He traveled far, mostly to areas with great libraries or places of knowledge, never refusing teachings but often ignoring them. Being one above putting in labour for a ship's journey, sleeping on the floor of an inn's common room or giving up on obtaining things he wants needs, Elenaril made good use of his arcane talent. He did not assassinate, nor play the magical fool to a rich man's daughter, but took any job in between so long as it contributed well towards whatever he needed the gold for at that moment.
Childhood Born in one of the great gray elven cities, Elenaril was a most blessed of the children from this community. From the very cradle he was in tune with magic as his father discovered when one day weaving a spell of colourful magical lights dancing to his son's enjoyment only to suddenly see a second and a third and a fourth pair join them, haphazardly swirling across the room to the raucous giggles of the baby.
As he grew in age, it was quickly becoming apparant his magical talent was one not seen in a very long time. With how few children the grey elves decide to raise in their long life spans, some speculated such a child had not been born in millennias, others centuries, while some few decades. In all, the grey elves whose appreciation for magic is greater than any other of their race, were engrossed in much pointing to tomes and debate of who is the previous of their kind to show such potential.
As his body matured, in a slow and temperate way as becomes an elf, there were no signs of the usual behaviour, and lackings that stem from it, of the scholarly type. Elenaril was most happy to be running around in the sun and participating in activities with other children. While he never was the best at physical contests, he frequently was third or fourth.
A most peculiar of things happened when at the very young age of 60 he was decided capable enough for the teachings of wizardry. He was a keen student and a capable one, quickly absorbing his teachings, but just as he crested the knowledge of scroll use - a considerable landmark in wizardly studies - his otherwise innate and reflexive manipulation of magic disappeared like a candle snuffed under a harsh wind. And what was worse, he failed to summon any magic in the fashion of wizards dedicating spells to memory in the same time it would normally take other students.
This marked a eleven year period where Elenaril, the so called magical prodigy, lacked any real magic of his own. For ten of those years he was fruitlessly passed to, and schooled by, ten different wizards, each with their own 'unique' approach they would solve this dillema. None of them would and. In the end, they gave up and his tutilage was passed on to be trained as an archivist of their huge library.
Elenaril was deeply hurt by this experience, for he still knew there was magic in him. He knew he could touch it and turn it to his will , if only he could find what was stopping him. For roughly a year he accepted the tutelage of an archivist and for a year he read magical tomes alongside histories and instead of heraldries. At the end of this year, Elenaril's efforts rewarded him with a gift - he finally broke the wall, dedicated spells to his memory and cast them as a wizard. And when he did so, his impulsive magic resurged again.
What followed was a re-acceptance of him as a student of magic and an even greater interest to teach him. Teach him they did, but how many of his teachings he accepted was decreasing with every year. He read the texts they told him, but ignored what they told him of the texts. He practiced spell gestures and words as they taught him, but in his mind he was not constructing the spells as they told him to. He could teach himself better, he could teach himself what they could not . He was right , and they were wrong.
First Blood Shortly after leaving home, Elenaril visited a mediocre library of a town he was passing, where he made a surprising discovery. He found a text referring to a magic tome containing knowledge on any subject it's weilder thinks of. With great zeal the elf began to follow a trail of rumours and research, until he traced the object to a cave of kobolds, who were a particularly insidious threat due to their shocking insights into the locals.
It had been his intent to barter for the book in some way, but it was not a hundred feet into the cave complex that he was attacked. In defense he blinded the creatures with magic and slew them with his sword. Even now he remembers the numb clarity with which he observed the red hot blood dripping from his sword and the shivering cold he felt.
He withdrew that day, leaving only a note that he would return and his interest in the book. It was perhaps foolish to do so in the elven tongue. The next day, another ambush and a battle, in spite of his attempt to halt them in draconic. As he fought these creatures, wave after wave, a sense of righteousness bloomed within him. And when he finally stood over an altar in their throne room, his mind was guiltless as he held the tome with crimson fingers.
NPCs His father, Artamil, is a elven wizard of little import, but a man of great insight and such calm as to belittle a storm.
His mother, Adlanniel, is a sorceress with the most kind and gentle spirit Elenaril has ever known. Some few give voice to words of her past as a dragon speaker.
Landion, an age-peer and an apprentice wizard who challanged the notion of Elenaril's 'great mastery' over the arcane shortly after the eleven year gap in his training. The prodigy had thought of Landion as a friend and was both intellectually frustrated and emotionally disturbed by this event. After his rebuff through arcane contest, Landion began to nurse an unfriendly, if not hostile, attitude openly. Meanwhile, Elenaril was left confused, indignant and ...hurt.
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