"Know this, pestilent dogs. The whistle you hear... is not the wind."
Twice, the ranger Erantiel saw his life destroyed. Twice, he rose from the dirt and ruin to wield his bow and rain down chaotic justice upon his enemies, his arrows ever true and deadly. Pity those who are the end of them.
Myrhan'Tár Erantiel
Myrhan'Tár Erantiel is the sole survivor of a extinct order formed at the dawn of ages to safeguard some of the elves' most powerful secrets. A ranger of the Dór'Tallaran, he was transformed with the same magic he swore to protect, giving him arcane power as well as taking his sight. Once, he had felt displaced even amongst his kind, stuck in a tedious life behind the safe walls of Fal'Addas, but amongst the monks and warriors of the Dór'Tallaran, he found a place where he could turn all the boiling anger inside him towards a honest goal. For as long as he could remember, that was that Erantiel thought about -- vengeance. For his father abandoning him and his mother, for those stray soldiers who burned down his village and killed her, for the whole humanity for starting those wars that took everything away from him. But as one learns how to steady his breath to shoot an arrow, so too did Erantiel learn how to meditate upon that which poisoned his soul with fury.
The secluded life in that sacred place made him into a man, far more adult than his young elven years. And then, that took was taken from him. His smile turned bitter and cold, and he fell into a dark place like the one he was before, thinking only of blood and retribution. Alone once again, Erantiel decided to wander the world after renewed purpose, putting the past hatreds behind him to try and help whoever he could, demanding no coin or gratitude. Seeing those bandits and monsters fall lifeless to his steadfast arrows was payment enough.
(Erantiel with his Dór'Tallaran Ghildárien garbs)
Appearance
Even though he's quite young given the longevity of a elf's lifespan, Erantiel bears the marks of responsability and loss. His pale hair is ragged and messy, and his eyes are void of any life, only two globes that seen too much destruction in his short years. Erantiel is covered with markings thanks to the ritual that imbued him with the magical powers of the Dor'Tallaran, the ancient arcane guardians of the mystical Fal'Mhonas, once a sacred temple raised to safeguard one of the elven's most ancient and powerful magic from the beginning of the Ages.
He still wanders around in his sacred armored garbs, proudly wearing the Dór'Tallaran crest, only covered in a long robe when he's travelling, to avoid unwanted attention from evildoers, fearing the hatred filled human hands that took everything from him.
He still wanders around in his sacred armored garbs, proudly wearing the Dór'Tallaran crest, only covered in a long robe when he's travelling, to avoid unwanted attention from evildoers, fearing the hatred filled human hands that took everything from him.
Skills & Abilities
Món'Aedhe: Fal'Mhonas was an ancient keep deep within the Falwood built to safeguard one of the elves' oldest and most powerful magics. This power, made of pure light, was labelled Moon Magic, and that special order came to be known as Dor'Tallaran, the Guardians of the Light, in ancient elvish. After being introduced into the Order, Erantiel underwent a special ritual that took away his eyes' light and instead channelled that magic all over his body, granting him powerful magical talents to be combined with his special training. It changed him from a mere elf and turned him into a powerful weapon. As did the Dor'Tallaran of old, Erantiel can manipulate that energy at will, using it to 'feel' his exterior, much like seeing but without his eyes, making up for his loss of sight. It also grants him power over a arcane bow called Vir'Sállin, The Light that Protects.
Vir'Sállin: A mystical bow crafted with the same Moon Magic that the Dor'Tallaran protected, the Vir'Sállin was gift bestowed upon the order's most proficient ranger, a title earned by Erantiel after his swift rising through the ranks. The Light that Protects, this bow can be manipulated by Erantiel's Món'Aedhe to suit many kinds of attacks and also grants Erantiel the ability to transform normal arrows into arrows filled with energy, making them even more destructive. However, outside of Erantiel's grip, the Vir'Sállin is turned into a normal bow, and easily destroyed. A powerful weapon, demanding the utmost loyalty and skill to be used.
Ghildárien: The Dór'Tallaran were divided into groups, ranging from monks to warriors. Since the beginning of his training, Erantiel had been drafted among the Moon Rangers, the Ghildárien, swift hunters of the woods. Quick with his feet and hands and true with his boy, Erantiel was one of the most skilled archers of his division. He quickly learned how to use his Món'Aedhe to make up for his blindness, using his arcane energies to feel the very air around him. It allowed him to read materials, movements and even people, going as far as hinting him when someone was stressed or lying. Even without his eyes, Erantiel was a very precise hunter and still is to this day, even after the Dór'Tallaran were razed to ashes.
(Vir'Sállin)
Vir'Sállin: A mystical bow crafted with the same Moon Magic that the Dor'Tallaran protected, the Vir'Sállin was gift bestowed upon the order's most proficient ranger, a title earned by Erantiel after his swift rising through the ranks. The Light that Protects, this bow can be manipulated by Erantiel's Món'Aedhe to suit many kinds of attacks and also grants Erantiel the ability to transform normal arrows into arrows filled with energy, making them even more destructive. However, outside of Erantiel's grip, the Vir'Sállin is turned into a normal bow, and easily destroyed. A powerful weapon, demanding the utmost loyalty and skill to be used.
Ghildárien: The Dór'Tallaran were divided into groups, ranging from monks to warriors. Since the beginning of his training, Erantiel had been drafted among the Moon Rangers, the Ghildárien, swift hunters of the woods. Quick with his feet and hands and true with his boy, Erantiel was one of the most skilled archers of his division. He quickly learned how to use his Món'Aedhe to make up for his blindness, using his arcane energies to feel the very air around him. It allowed him to read materials, movements and even people, going as far as hinting him when someone was stressed or lying. Even without his eyes, Erantiel was a very precise hunter and still is to this day, even after the Dór'Tallaran were razed to ashes.
(Vir'Sállin)
Personality
Erantiel is bitter and serious. Having lost so many things in his life, he feels he can no longer muster the strength for the tiniest smiles, his only source of joy coming from the loosening of his arrows on some evil cretin or monstrosity. After his mother's death, duty was the one thing that drove him forward. And once that was taken from him as well, only vengeance and some sense of justice remained. The elf still carries a grudge against the humans, painting them responsible for the loss of both his homes, but after waking from his slumber, he realized many things had changed, and the humans were no longer the evils of his own world. Monsters, demons and many other unknown creatures prowled about, and he felt some purpose again in trying to fill that void in his heart to take that evil out, be it human or otherwise.
