Ealvalrien Tir'Serval
Appearance
Ealvalrien's mature age was apparent more in his bearing and manner than his appearance. He looked, in passing glance, as another youthful elf. His features were angular, even fair, and not a hair grew lower than his scalp. He was untouched by age, avoiding the plague of wrinkles his years would have brought on another race. However resistant to age, the elf had other blemishes to compensate and render his apparent youth more of the cheap illusion that it was. Chief among them was the ancient puckered pale and jagged valleys of a scar from a blow that must have nearly claimed eye and nose alike. A life, or at least a thorough decade, in the harsh wilds between civilizations had left its weatherworn mark on him. It seemed that half a lifetime's worth of road dust, sun, and strife had made the man look as he did, like an armed and menacing vagrant eking out a life in the hostile spaces between civilizations.Ealvalrien would claim no human blood in him, and quite adamantly, but in the present day one could be forgiven for making the mistake in certain conditions. The scars and wilderness life had chipped away at the elven fairness on him, time had made his sea-blue eyes more icy pale, and hard living had given him a more workmanlike physique. He had the makings of slenderness about him, but wide shoulders, strong arms, and even stronger legs implied he was far from indolent.
Skills and Abilities
Not all too long ago, Ealvalrien enjoyed a more secure and wealthy militant post at the arm of nobility. A well-earned title of "Master at Arms" painted him then as skilled in blade, bow, shield, and lance.Now, living between campfires and muddied roads, the elf favored a worn longbow near to him in height and a single hand-and-half blade that was kept perpetually sharp, oiled, and cleaner than he.
He professed no skill or inclination towards magic, but there had been a time that his martial prowess stood alongside the very best in reputation. That his small mercenary company enjoyed the successes it did was, perhaps, evidence that the more glorious period of his life wasn't too far removed.
Personality
The elf did his best to straddle two rather different worlds. The one he lived in was largely human and practical. Uncouth soldiers, greedy brigands, and remorseless cutthroats comprised his most benign company in the last years, and the once-genteel elf slipped into a new skin with the crowd. Rather than be less well-spoken, he simply spoke less. Rather than play host to manners, he treated most with quiet irritation. Rather than playing or fighting by some distant kingdom's rules, Ealvalrien played ruthlessly and violently. There were few that knew what to make of him, but those few did remark that he was at least aware of the existence of humor, with the rarer claim that he even practiced it on occasion.One consistency was that the man, however effective he was, was not cruel. If anything, he seemed fair and considerate, thinking through his actions well ahead of making them in true elven fashion. He was patient enough to come out of even his bloody business with a reputation for being one of the best among some of the worst.