Name: Vraurdoin
Gender/Sexuality: Male/Straight
Height: 7'2"
Personality:
While not being a genius, Vraurdoin can be considered to be on the more intelligent side of things. It's just not like he'd have a very strong preference for highly sophisticated, brilliantly laid out solutions, so rather frequently one can see him exhibit a great degree of stubbornness even if it ultimately helps to harm himself dangerously. He's eloquent, experienced and very well capable of surviving on his own in the wilderness, but once confronted with the comfort of a city or even just a decent tavern he's also more than just tempted to let go off things and buy himself a decent headache for the next morning, be it in the form of beverages or in the form of a brawl.
To his friends and those he considers to be friendly he can be a true companion though, willing to take risks for their sake and not his own. However he has been a longer for a very long time by now and might take quite a while to truly warm up again.
Background:
Vraurdoin is technically an elf, but not exactly one of the usual kind as it is commonly seen on the mainland. He stems from the continent of
Madyrua, a secluded, small-sized continent that is separated from the rest of the known world by the great sea. It's not like many people would go there on a regular basis. In fact there has not been an expedition reported successful for centuries, so rumors have stacked up. It is said that Madyrua might be home to an offspring of the common elves, kind of a sub-species that has separated from their common ancestors a very long time ago and fled from the mainlaid. The reasons for them to do so, presuming that they exist in the first place, are obscure though. The most common theory is either tension within the society of elves itself or war having driven them off.
Anyway. The truth is: Vraurdoin
is in fact a member of said sub-species, and in fact he has made a successful return to mainland. The problem is that not many others survived the trip that was purely meant as a scouting mission. Those very few who have are largely dispersed, thus effectively leaving him to his own devices. This greatly contributes to people not even considering him to be anything else than a usual elf -- even though a tad overly tall. He is just too insignificant for other people, but at least some other people are far less insignificant for him.
Vraurdoin can see that society has fallen ill -- again. It is pretty much the same disease that once has made his kind leave the mainland, but he doesn't have any plans for rushing to the sea right now. While he'd be an incredibly humble match for the armies of king
Varinir and be even less for those of his opponent, his majesty
Lord Hadran, he thinks he can at least use his prowess in order to make it
sting. He's currently quite unsure if he should even be opposed to Lord Hadran's invasion plans against the impoverished prison Varinir has transformed his lands into, but at least he can help those who are trying to flee from the latter.