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Aramyr
Name: Aramyr
Race: Elf
Class: Druid
Band: Unworn since his unexpected reappearance.
Gender: Male
Height: 5'8" (1.72m)
Weight: 125 lbs (56.8 kg)
Eyes: Irises appear as black as an empty patch of the night sky, though reflected light seems to give them a bright silver sheen.
Hair: Varied hues from almost silver-white to charcoal.
Distinguishable Marks: Appears to have no scars or other markings upon his flesh that stand out. If anything, the elf's skin seems almost unnaturally flawless, bearing an ageless quality.
Occupation: Artisan
Effects: Though his choice of dress varies quite a bit, Aramyr is generally fond of fitted yet simple clothing in dark shades. When about the Couer, he has been often seen to favor an elegant suit of half-plate that one familiar with metallurgy would note as crafted from faïnang. A raven sometimes uses the elf's shoulder as a perch, though whether this is a favored pet or merely one of many is not something Aramyr has chosen to elaborate upon.
Background: An excerpt from one elf's beginning, as related to the famed bard Raemou Lanthou.
Many have asked about my origins and purpose in this city, as if it were a simple matter that could be explained in a mere sentence or two. Certainly, their ignorant curiosity is not unexpected, especially given I had vanished for the better part of a decade. There are still some in the Couer that would remember my face. Deeds done, be they noble or villanous, echo down through the years, though distorted as the truth is wont to become. Novels could be filled with those tales, but they were all later chapters of my story, and besides, you were there for many. Let us go instead to the prologue, as it were.
I was born beneath the stars and the mighty boughs of the Delverness, the youngest son of a minor elven family living in a coastal community. No tragedy marred my childhood, nor that of my siblings. Ours was a simple existence; the expanse of the grand forest our home. Even now, were you up for the journey, I could show you plains where once I walked amongst the trees as a youth. Time and the meddling of the lesser races has claimed much of that woodland's grandeur. Were my father not long gone to dust, he would weep to see it as it exists. A priest of Syalus, I owe much of my temperament to his teachings -- for ever did he value our kind above all others -- and it was in his gardens that I first began my studies of those things that grow upon the earth.
Instruction in the working and value of stone and metal came from my mother, as she had once been an artificer of some small renown, but aiding her in the workshop was rarely my primary interest. In time, I would find myself growing weary of the church's doctrine as well. I was fascinated with our realm; the priests seemed to care only for another. Then, even more than now, I desired to delve into the nature of life. Being a child with little sense of the passing of time, one does not bother to think whether or not such a goal is attainable, one merely acts. It was this restlessness that pushed me to strike out on my own when I was hardly an adolescent, and it was this same drive that would cause me to wander to the far reaches of the Delverness and beyond..
Skills & Services:
Divinations
Armorsmithing
Appraisal of Goods
Alchemical & Herbal Identification
Crafted Mundane & Magical Herbal Concoctions (Availability will vary)
Healing of almost any wound. Poisons and diseases cured. Removal of cosmetic defects.
Affiliations
Affiliation: None
Affiliation Status: N/A
Friendly: City Government (2), Rathenor (1)
Neutral: --
Disliked: --
Hated: --
Mortal Enemy: --
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