Name: Elnen Tarcer
Aliases: usually goes by El
Gender: Female
Race: Half-Elf/Half-Cornugon (baatezu)
Age: 130
Profession: Archaeology
Languages: Common, Elven
Accent: Minor use of Cant
Home Plane:Arvandor, at the feet of Mount Olympus in the Plane of Arborea.
Physical Information
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 120 lbs
Body build: Slighty chubby at the edges, but in good shape
Skin type: Rough
Hair style: Short
Scars: None noticeable
Tattoos: None
- [b]Hair:[/b] Yellow/orange [b]Eyes:[/b] Pinkish-Red [b]Skin:[/b] Very dark brown [/li]
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Philosophy: It is not a question as to whether the 'verse is governed by fate or free will, there is a war between them, with fighters on both sides. Which is stronger? That is the question.
Deity/Beliefs: The powers are mortals, too. They just live too long for us to notice. But somewhere, above them, there may be a real truth...
Faction: Athar
Personality:
- (examples) [u]Reserved[/u] [i]Addresses most situations very calmly and rationally.[/i] [u]Quick Temper[/u] [i]Despite being reserved, certain things will simply set her off.[/i] [u]Soft-spoken[/u] [i]The tone of her voice fluctuates very little.[/i] [/li]
Gear: A pair of matching bracers.
Jewelry: None
Habbits/hobbies: Enjoys drinking just about anything.
General Health: Good health.
Favorite Drink: Hard ale.
Weaknesses: A general racist attitude towards other elves that she tries to mask.
Elnen Tarcer, or as she prefers, El, is the product of a devil and the elf woman he seduced. At least, that is the story as she heard it. El never knew her parents. Her mother died in childbirth and her father disappeared entirely. According to the elves he fled back to the Hells after his illicit encounter, but no such unwilling union of elf and devil had ever led to a child before.
In any case, Elnen was raised by the elves of Arvandor, the paradise of the elves. The unusual child was brought up as any other elf, learning the ways of song, dance, nature, poetry, and other similar pursuits. The girl despised every moment, developing an ever-growing dislike of what she deemed frivolous wastes of time.
She was trained as a druid, as were many of her fellow children, but upon reaching elven maturity, left the plane as soon as possible.
The Lower Planes beckon her like a signal lantern, and moral dilemnas rage in her mind with every waking day. Part of her soul desires destruction and death... the other wants peace and merrymaking. She truly wants neither. Can a being deny the calling of its soul? Is free will greater than fate? These and many questions fuel this half-fiend/half-elf's daily life.
Philosophy and adventuring silence the inner "demons." Where shall she end up? That remains to be seen...