Post by Lord Denendir on Nov 17, 2008 15:42:38 GMT -5
Name: Lord Denendir Veynalus
Age: 1280
Gender: Male
Race: High Elf
Alliance: MittelMarch
Homeland: Kanthea
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 160 lbs
Build: Slender
Skin Color: Pale
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Other Features: Pointed Ears
Weapon of Choice: Glaive
Personality: Royalty
History:
As I walk down this well beaten path towards the elven city, Linwylan, I cant help but wonder the mysteries behind all of this. Nature all around me is searching, desperataly searching for an answer to life. I gaze upon birds flying overhead of me, and insects buzzing all around looking for the scrumptious nectar from flowers of various sorts.
I just keep walking down this path, taking in all that sits before me. I wonder to myself, why me, of all people that could exist. I have lived for over 1000 years now, all the knowledge of men, monsters, creatures galore are all wrapped up inside a cocoon, and it is locked away inside my head. Mortal men can't compare to me. Yet in the same sense I wish I was mortal half of the time, for they live only a certain amount of years, which means what they do in life is what they are remembered for. I live forever it seems, and what I do is remembered for centuries yet to come.
I pick up a lily, taking it gently from its stalk, smelling it over and remembering my parents. I lived in a castle-like house on the top of a hill in a tree. It was there I was trained in the art of combat and the ways of diplomacy. By the age of 110 I was ready to control my own unit of men, and at the age of 1280 I now command an entire kingdom. My enemies shatter under the weight of my force, but still hold as friends if they know me. I am a high elf. I am Denendir Veynalus.
Age: 1280
Gender: Male
Race: High Elf
Alliance: MittelMarch
Homeland: Kanthea
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 160 lbs
Build: Slender
Skin Color: Pale
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Other Features: Pointed Ears
Weapon of Choice: Glaive
Personality: Royalty
History:
As I walk down this well beaten path towards the elven city, Linwylan, I cant help but wonder the mysteries behind all of this. Nature all around me is searching, desperataly searching for an answer to life. I gaze upon birds flying overhead of me, and insects buzzing all around looking for the scrumptious nectar from flowers of various sorts.
I just keep walking down this path, taking in all that sits before me. I wonder to myself, why me, of all people that could exist. I have lived for over 1000 years now, all the knowledge of men, monsters, creatures galore are all wrapped up inside a cocoon, and it is locked away inside my head. Mortal men can't compare to me. Yet in the same sense I wish I was mortal half of the time, for they live only a certain amount of years, which means what they do in life is what they are remembered for. I live forever it seems, and what I do is remembered for centuries yet to come.
I pick up a lily, taking it gently from its stalk, smelling it over and remembering my parents. I lived in a castle-like house on the top of a hill in a tree. It was there I was trained in the art of combat and the ways of diplomacy. By the age of 110 I was ready to control my own unit of men, and at the age of 1280 I now command an entire kingdom. My enemies shatter under the weight of my force, but still hold as friends if they know me. I am a high elf. I am Denendir Veynalus.