Ereven Theruvanen

Biographical information

Birthplace Forests of Alliria Born Died Age 602 Home Wanders Sexuality Pronouns

Physical description

Race (High) Elf Sub-Race Gender Male Height 6'2" Mass 120 Hair color Brown Eye color Light Blue Skin color Pale

Political information

Affiliation(s) Occupation Wanderer Clan(s) Caste Domain Masters Apprentices Alias(es)

Out-of-character information

Writer Last Origin Created on December 19th, 2021 Avatar Vablo on Deviant Art

A wandering elven swordsman with legendary skill and a tragic past

Despite his past, Ereven still carries the noble appearance of his elven lineage, an almost timeless and fair look with fair brown hair, normally tied into braids or otherwise done up so as to not impede him in combat. His armor is surprisingly plain despite his vast material wealth, more functional than ornate, and his eyes are a very light blue. His ears are shorter than one might expect, but still quite pointed and identifying him as an Elf. He carries a magical ash recurve bow, short and potent, and a long, two-handed falchion, with two curved short swords on his right hip.

--Blademaster: Perhaps one of the few to carry this esteemed title among even elves, in a duel his skill with the blade is unmatched by any except those of a similar level of skill. He has spent more time fighting with a blade than most mortals have been alive, and his graceful movements are efficient and deadly. His primary weapon is a long two-handed falchion, light and efficient for cutting down foes, but he also carries two short swords for stabbing gaps in armor or when such a weapon is impractical. All of his weapons are enchanted and have little issue cutting through unenchanted steel.

--Expert Archer: While not the greatest among elves, his skill with a bow is still greater than most mortals can hope to achieve and he has no issue hitting most targets with pinpoint accuracy at reasonable distances. He carries a strong, laminated ash recurve bow magically imbued to strike harder and have better armor penetration.

--Warrior's Sense: Lifetimes of combat have made reading his opponent's moves easy and instinctive, and his reflexes far surpass what most mortals are capable of.

--Mithril Plate Armor: Ereven has been around long enough and done enough that he is the owner of a rare armor, mithril plate, which is impervious to most weapons both magical and mundane. Like all armor, there are weak points, but barring a direct hit to his face (normally protected by a mithril barbute-style helmet), most weapon impacts hardly phase him, especially those made by slashing and piercing weapons. He camouflages this armor with dull colors so as to not draw attention to himself; at the very most, someone might think it was steel and not mithril, at least until the disguise gets damage in combat.

--Long time Adventurer: Hundreds of years of helping villages fend off monster attacks, raiding bandit camps, and plundering ancient crypts and tombs have left Ereven with an impressive stash of gold, equipment, and various pieces of kit for many situations. He often uses potions to heal his wounds and enhance his skills further, and has many magical accessories that complement his skills as a swordsman.

Most elves Ereven's age would be in their prime. Physically, this is true for Ereven, who is a confident, unmatched presence on the battlefield. Psychologically however, he is a deeply conflicted and broken individual. Long ago he once believed he was doing good by ridding the world of various evils alongside his brother, Taluei, but with his brother's death 100 years ago on his birthday and the excessive body count Ereven has achieved at this point, he no longer feels conviction for the actions he is taking. He still tries to do what's "right," but often cuts corners or doesn't take extra steps he used to. He spends a great deal of time writing poetry about his sorrows, and isolating himself for long periods of time--sometimes years even--to deal with the grief that still haunts him. These days, Ereven is usually cold and uncaring, but still does otherwise morally "good" actions solely out of dedication to his brother, though his heart has long given up on notions of nobility.