Post by erratic1 on May 5, 2009 11:26:12 GMT -5
Name: Lars'ilith Dansinyn. (Although he always tells people it's just Lars)
Age: 33 (He appears about 20 by human standards)
Height: 5ft 10in
Weight: 150lbs approx.
Build: Thin, wiry with definite muscle tone.
Hair colour: Light, sandy brown, which runs loose to his shoulders.
Eye colour: Green
Tattoos: None.
Other features: Has three long claw marks from the middle of his shoulder blades on his back, to just above his waist. These are healed now, but appear as noticeable white lines still.
Character/personality traits: Lars is easy going and light hearted mostly, having an easy laugh and a ready smile. He's difficult to anger, but when he is, he's very outspoken and flippant. Fiercely loyal to friends, he'll stand by them in adversity even if it means trouble for himself. His whole manner can change in a blink of an eye, however, in truly serious situations, and when his temper does rise, it's quick and sharp.
History/background: Lars was born to a human mother, and an Elven man of unknown origins. His mother, Evania Ferrandos, a ranger of Chauntea, travelled the Cormanthor, being known as a "friend" to the Elven people. Unfortunately for her, she was raped as she travelled to Velethuil (also known as Bristar), and left for dead.
She was found, by an Elven war band traveling from Bristar, led by a Lars'ilith Dansinyn, and was saved from death. As she recovered from her wounds, she realised that she was pregnant, and reached despair. However, she also grew into a deep friendship with Lars'ilith during this time and he persuaded her to not try to end her or the child's life. She never spoke of the incident, and Lars'ilith never pushed her on the subject.
The child was borne, and in honour of the Elf who saved her life, she named the boy Lars'ilith. What seemed to shock Lars'ilith Snr was that the child was Half-Elven. An Elf had raped her. At this, Evania confided with Lars'ilith as to what happened, and he vowed to help her find the person(s) responsible.
In the next few years, Lars'ilith junior grew at the mixed rate of too fast for an Elf, too slow for a human, and it was apparent to all that saw him he was indeed, Half Elven. However, the growing friendship between Evani and Lars'ilith Snr grew to new heights, and despite the racial differences, they fell in love. During this time, Lars'ilith Snr continued to search for clues and evidence to search for Evania's attacker, finding some evidence, but keeping this closely to himself, telling only her.
To all extents and purposes, Lars'ilith Snr treated the boy as his own, even to the point where others recognised that. As the boy grew, he never knew anything different- no one ever told him about his true heritage. All he knew, and to this day still does know, is that his father is indeed, Larsi'lith Snr.
As Lars'ilith grew, life became more difficult. To him, he slowly started to feel alienated to the friends he knew, as he grew, and they seemed to not. Frequently, he became the butt of jokes and snide remarks. His mother, aware of the situation, then decided to move to Highmoon- a well known haven for the Half Elves around the Cormanthor.
Life was a little better for him in Highmoon, but he keenly missed his step-father, whom had stayed in Bristar. Although he came to visit regularly, Lars'ilith Jnr started to feel a little bitter about the loss of his father as a permanent fixture in his life.
As he reached the age of 20, his mother started to take him out on trips with her into the Cormanthor, hunting. She started his very first training with the bow, something that would play a very deep and involved part in his life in the years that followed.
On the very day of his 23rd birthday, however, he and his mother had decided to visit his father in Bristar. They had been there for several hours, and had planned to stay the night. She had stepped out a moment, to look into Lars' present- a curved yew bow. She was missing for hours, and when apparent she indeed should be back, a search was organised. It took hours to find her, but when she was found, her body was pierced in several places, by Elven arrows, and she'd been dead for a while.
Lars'ilith was distraught, and so was his father. Lars'ilith wasn't considered an adult yet, so he had to live with his adoptive father. They were close, but the next few years that followed, their relationship became strained- Lars'ilith junior just couldn't adapt fully to the Elven way of life, and deep inside blamed Elves as a whole for what happened to his mother. His father slowly managed to sway his attitude, but in so doing, strained their relationship further.
Lars really wasn't interested in becoming a woodsman. He wasn't too interested in Elven culture, or lore, although he did learn some things, he didn't always put his heart into it. This drove his father to distraction, and earned the scorn of the community about them. He knew how to speak Elven, but frequently spoke in common- in the same lilting accent that his mother spoke in.
This made Lars stand out about the community even more, and in turn the community started to shun him a little. He in turn shunned them. Things were turning sour. Lars didn't care.
One thing saved Lars' relationship with his father, and the people around him- his passion for archery.
His father decided to take him for "practice" one day, only half hopeful his adopted son would take even a passing interest. He was shocked to discover that Lars was a very attentive and interested pupil, and also rather adept for one so young. (By Elven standards).
He took Lars training with the bow whenever he could, and taught him how to use the bow not just as a hunting tool, but an effective weapon of combat. Over the next few years, Lars turned from a bitter and angry adolescent Half Elf boy, into a very young maturing adult, slowly warming to the culture he was growing up in. The community about him was amazed at the turnaround, and pleased, if quietly, that he'd started offering thanks and giving quick, quiet prayers to Solonor Thelandira. His father beamed with pride.
A few weeks short of his 29th birthday, disaster struck. His father had been out with a patrol, and was killed. Survivors of the patrol he had been with said he had been struck down by in battle as they were ambushed by Vharunite Illithari- Drow.
Lars was devastated. He'd been slowly coming around to the Elven way of life, but now his world was shattered. While he recieved commiserations about his loss, he slowly started to see just how much his father had sheltered him from the opinions of the rest of most of the Elven community there. He started to feel very alone and isolated.
Taking the only decision he felt he could, Lars packed what he could, and left Bristar forever, making his way towards Cormyr.
Life in human lands was as uncomfortable at first as in the Cormanthor for him. People stopped and stared at his obviously Elven ears. They treated him with disdain- the same disain the Elves he had grew up with had treated him. Lars grew more and more nervous, wondering where he was ever going to fit in.
Reasoning out that it was his Elven side that people where causing them to stare, Lars hid it away- he let his hair flow long and loose, covering his Elven ears and hiding that part of his heritage.
After this, people stopped the staring, and he learned that people where much more amiable to a human with an easy smile, relaxed manner than a nervous seeming, shy Half Elf.
Finally, after travelling the width of Cormyr, avoiding trouble whenever he saw it, and hunting with his bow to forage for food wherever he could, using the skills his mother and father had taught him, he arrived in Isinhold, tired and penniless, but having learned a lot of the land and the need to continue learning, and to practice the one thing he loved more than anything else- archery.
Age: 33 (He appears about 20 by human standards)
Height: 5ft 10in
Weight: 150lbs approx.
Build: Thin, wiry with definite muscle tone.
Hair colour: Light, sandy brown, which runs loose to his shoulders.
Eye colour: Green
Tattoos: None.
Other features: Has three long claw marks from the middle of his shoulder blades on his back, to just above his waist. These are healed now, but appear as noticeable white lines still.
Character/personality traits: Lars is easy going and light hearted mostly, having an easy laugh and a ready smile. He's difficult to anger, but when he is, he's very outspoken and flippant. Fiercely loyal to friends, he'll stand by them in adversity even if it means trouble for himself. His whole manner can change in a blink of an eye, however, in truly serious situations, and when his temper does rise, it's quick and sharp.
History/background: Lars was born to a human mother, and an Elven man of unknown origins. His mother, Evania Ferrandos, a ranger of Chauntea, travelled the Cormanthor, being known as a "friend" to the Elven people. Unfortunately for her, she was raped as she travelled to Velethuil (also known as Bristar), and left for dead.
She was found, by an Elven war band traveling from Bristar, led by a Lars'ilith Dansinyn, and was saved from death. As she recovered from her wounds, she realised that she was pregnant, and reached despair. However, she also grew into a deep friendship with Lars'ilith during this time and he persuaded her to not try to end her or the child's life. She never spoke of the incident, and Lars'ilith never pushed her on the subject.
The child was borne, and in honour of the Elf who saved her life, she named the boy Lars'ilith. What seemed to shock Lars'ilith Snr was that the child was Half-Elven. An Elf had raped her. At this, Evania confided with Lars'ilith as to what happened, and he vowed to help her find the person(s) responsible.
In the next few years, Lars'ilith junior grew at the mixed rate of too fast for an Elf, too slow for a human, and it was apparent to all that saw him he was indeed, Half Elven. However, the growing friendship between Evani and Lars'ilith Snr grew to new heights, and despite the racial differences, they fell in love. During this time, Lars'ilith Snr continued to search for clues and evidence to search for Evania's attacker, finding some evidence, but keeping this closely to himself, telling only her.
To all extents and purposes, Lars'ilith Snr treated the boy as his own, even to the point where others recognised that. As the boy grew, he never knew anything different- no one ever told him about his true heritage. All he knew, and to this day still does know, is that his father is indeed, Larsi'lith Snr.
As Lars'ilith grew, life became more difficult. To him, he slowly started to feel alienated to the friends he knew, as he grew, and they seemed to not. Frequently, he became the butt of jokes and snide remarks. His mother, aware of the situation, then decided to move to Highmoon- a well known haven for the Half Elves around the Cormanthor.
Life was a little better for him in Highmoon, but he keenly missed his step-father, whom had stayed in Bristar. Although he came to visit regularly, Lars'ilith Jnr started to feel a little bitter about the loss of his father as a permanent fixture in his life.
As he reached the age of 20, his mother started to take him out on trips with her into the Cormanthor, hunting. She started his very first training with the bow, something that would play a very deep and involved part in his life in the years that followed.
On the very day of his 23rd birthday, however, he and his mother had decided to visit his father in Bristar. They had been there for several hours, and had planned to stay the night. She had stepped out a moment, to look into Lars' present- a curved yew bow. She was missing for hours, and when apparent she indeed should be back, a search was organised. It took hours to find her, but when she was found, her body was pierced in several places, by Elven arrows, and she'd been dead for a while.
Lars'ilith was distraught, and so was his father. Lars'ilith wasn't considered an adult yet, so he had to live with his adoptive father. They were close, but the next few years that followed, their relationship became strained- Lars'ilith junior just couldn't adapt fully to the Elven way of life, and deep inside blamed Elves as a whole for what happened to his mother. His father slowly managed to sway his attitude, but in so doing, strained their relationship further.
Lars really wasn't interested in becoming a woodsman. He wasn't too interested in Elven culture, or lore, although he did learn some things, he didn't always put his heart into it. This drove his father to distraction, and earned the scorn of the community about them. He knew how to speak Elven, but frequently spoke in common- in the same lilting accent that his mother spoke in.
This made Lars stand out about the community even more, and in turn the community started to shun him a little. He in turn shunned them. Things were turning sour. Lars didn't care.
One thing saved Lars' relationship with his father, and the people around him- his passion for archery.
His father decided to take him for "practice" one day, only half hopeful his adopted son would take even a passing interest. He was shocked to discover that Lars was a very attentive and interested pupil, and also rather adept for one so young. (By Elven standards).
He took Lars training with the bow whenever he could, and taught him how to use the bow not just as a hunting tool, but an effective weapon of combat. Over the next few years, Lars turned from a bitter and angry adolescent Half Elf boy, into a very young maturing adult, slowly warming to the culture he was growing up in. The community about him was amazed at the turnaround, and pleased, if quietly, that he'd started offering thanks and giving quick, quiet prayers to Solonor Thelandira. His father beamed with pride.
A few weeks short of his 29th birthday, disaster struck. His father had been out with a patrol, and was killed. Survivors of the patrol he had been with said he had been struck down by in battle as they were ambushed by Vharunite Illithari- Drow.
Lars was devastated. He'd been slowly coming around to the Elven way of life, but now his world was shattered. While he recieved commiserations about his loss, he slowly started to see just how much his father had sheltered him from the opinions of the rest of most of the Elven community there. He started to feel very alone and isolated.
Taking the only decision he felt he could, Lars packed what he could, and left Bristar forever, making his way towards Cormyr.
Life in human lands was as uncomfortable at first as in the Cormanthor for him. People stopped and stared at his obviously Elven ears. They treated him with disdain- the same disain the Elves he had grew up with had treated him. Lars grew more and more nervous, wondering where he was ever going to fit in.
Reasoning out that it was his Elven side that people where causing them to stare, Lars hid it away- he let his hair flow long and loose, covering his Elven ears and hiding that part of his heritage.
After this, people stopped the staring, and he learned that people where much more amiable to a human with an easy smile, relaxed manner than a nervous seeming, shy Half Elf.
Finally, after travelling the width of Cormyr, avoiding trouble whenever he saw it, and hunting with his bow to forage for food wherever he could, using the skills his mother and father had taught him, he arrived in Isinhold, tired and penniless, but having learned a lot of the land and the need to continue learning, and to practice the one thing he loved more than anything else- archery.