Call Me: Avien
Full Name: Avien Maren Randelor
Alias: Lone Wolf, Rogue Bladesinger, Ashen Mercenary, Whispering Blade
Class: Bladesinger, Arrow Marksman
Nationatily: Telarian (Elf)
Hometown: Rhysa'turelæn, Mensalae Province, Telaria
Location: Wandering through the lands
Age: 223 years
Date of Birth: The First Day of Dedozain, year 37625
Height: 6'6"
Weight: 230 lbs.
Eyes: Silver to mirror-like
Hair: Silver to mirror-like
Skin: Ashen, egg-shell white
Blood Type: Elven Vitæ
Occupation: Mercenary
Group/Afilliation: N/A
Fighting Style: Swordfighting, magic, some martial arts
Likes: Traveling
Dislikes: Just about everything else
Favorite Food: None
Strong Sports: N/A
Prized Possessions: De Shoruga'ssaerech Maren Riet (The Cursed Sword of the Violent Spirit)
Quote: "Trust no one. Not even yourself."
Physical Description: Avien is a tall, athletic man who often wears dark clothing and cloaks to conceal himself. His clothes are form-fitting, allowing his body free movement. He often wears a black vest or shirt with black leather riding pants and boots.
Brief Character History: Avien comes from a small village in Karos Province of Telaria, a large island on the northeastern part of known Avianus. He was an average youth, he had a a normal complexion, his eyes were a olive green, his hair, brown with hints of blonde. He went off to military school at the young age of 12, and trained there for the majority of his life, at the Telarian Student Academy in Karos.
At the Academy, he was taught all the usual subjects; literature, mathematics, sciences, and elementary spellcasting. His passion, however, was with archery, a sport that was hard to master and required great skill and eyesight. He decided to become an archer, and served under the Defense Order of the Telarian Royal Army.
During his tenure in the Army, he became one of the better archers, and gradually worked his way into the role of Captain of the Grey Wolf Clan of the Defense Order. His crowning achievement was at the first battle of the War of Kilmar, where he valiantly shot down enemy footmen advancing on his fort. On the downside, however, he lost his most beloved friend and second in command, Donovan Entaer.
Shortly after his victory at said battle, he was summoned by the King, Lord Karos himself, to serve him personally. After his appointment, he slowly faded out of existance, and was never seen or heard from for three years. Tired of serving the king, he resigned his appointed post and went rogue. He now wanders aimlessly about, skipping from town to town, and avoiding the Royal Army.
Latest News: Avien is still in the process of returning home, and has made ends meet as a jack-of-all trades, a sword for hire.
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