Hand Evra of The Gwaithen' Sul
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[b]Appearance:[/b]
The Wood Elf is tanned where his skin will reflect a light glow under
the sun, his shoulders are boarded, but his arms are slander; often
with veins appear from his upper arms running all the way down to the
back of his hands. His waist is aimed to keep thin for his height,
between twenty eight to thirty two inches based on the seasonal diet
system, and he stands five foot and ten inches. Much like the
combination of his shoulders and arms, he buttocks are large and
developed, while his legs are slander, built for power and speed.
His hair is dark, textured due to the dry quality of it, and thus
often appear to be rather messy. His eyes are light brown under the
sun light; his facial features are clean and straight forward and
usually carry a relaxed expression.
[b]Character brief history:[/b]
"Hand Evra" is a member of at the Wood Elves tribe, "Gwaithen'
Sul" (People of the Wind). He lives in The High Forest in a nomadic
life style, travelling between different parts of the large forest.
His tribe has usually no more than twenty members, but in some
generations, there has been up to over thirty in number depending on
the fertility factor of the forest. Both genders live in harmony and
with shared responsibilities, from hunting, cooking, caring for their
off springs to defending for their safety.
Like all elves the tribe respect the ways of the nature, and would
move between different areas of the forest in different seasons, this
is for both the advantage of the seasonal resources, as well as to
prevent tiring an area.
Most of which the tribe are huntsmen, but also druids within the clan.
The Gwaithen' Sul worships Corellon Larethian, and claimed to be the
decedents of the first group of elves who went in hiding during the
post Crown War. A link to the pass connect them to be the former
members of the "Eaerlann", a fallen empire, which many other tribes of
the Wood Elves are aimed to reestablish, but due to Gwaithen' Sul's
small number, their involvement are not usually more than a social
meeting.
The Wood Elven tribe shares their common enemies in the forest, on top
of their usual survival concerns, they are in competition of Orcs,
Gnolls, Outsiders, and sometimes the, Drows (Dark Elves) who have all
come to take advantage of the mystical nature of The High Forest.
All expect for one that Hand is not so wary of, a man, a Human
woodsman wonders in the forest named, "Rico Aseph". The man is in his
early forties, first met Hand and The Fwaithen' Sul while they were
moving their homes for the seasonal change.
Rico Aseph is a seasoned looking person, although by the appearance he
looks generally humble, but there is always a sense of "quirkiness"
about him behind his clamed face. From those who know the outside
world of The High forest, Rico Aseph appeared to be a man of Luskan,
and carry a flavor of the underworld society about him. Truth to be
told, Rico Aseph was a criminal from Luska, and was as thief, smuggler
and robber in one. Escaping for his life with whatever was behind him;
he entered the forest and was captured by the Silvanus rangers. For
his own epical reason, he managed to stay with the circle long enough
to shown his devotion of change, then dedicated his life to serve
Silvanus the god of nature. Since then, Rico Aseph is a man of the
forest, who brought much information and history of the outside
cultures in to the forest.
He speaks in a style could be directly and bluntly described as a
common vegetable merchant at the down town of the Luskan market. It is
common, rough and sometimes might consider rather "expressive".
Nevertheless the way he speaks and interact with others seems
passionate and certainly has a strong character, from which, The Young
Hand Evra has highly inspired by.
Hand speaks like in common like between a rogue and a praite, but in
contrast, to his own people, he naturally speaks in the high elven
standard of manner.
Based of these backgrounds, Hand Evra grown up with the education of
the great elven history, how they once were, and the great faith they
have in their elven fathers from the pass. The small tribal culture
places him to respect the practical value to survival, and the very
"real" manner to approach others, but due to their small number in the
tribe, and the consistent worries of other invaders, Hand Evra has
naturally a more defensive side to those are not familiar to him, this
is even in the Wood Elf standard. But on a daily bases, Hand is
usually quite the lad, he enjoys practical jokes with his tribal
brothers, such as play sparing, tripping over each other, smear mud
into their hair and simply likes a laugh.
Although what portrays here suggests quite a manly personality, but
Hand Evra is also extremely shy, and find it difficult to share the
more sensitive side of his feelings with others. When he feel his
fellow tribe mates are unhappy, he would approach them hoping to help,
but most of the time, he has no idea how to, as a result, he usually
provides silent company to his friends, and not much of words or
actions. To some, that meant more than enough, but his silent company
was not an intentional, or deeply thought out act at all. And on the
other hand, when he thinks he has upset somebody, he would usually shy
away and avoid any contact to this person, making quite a cowardly
character of himself in his own standard.
Many of the wood elves are naturally skilled in hunting as well as
combat able, some are more developed in to the marshal aspect of their
defense, One time, the Gwaithen' Sul tribe was under attack by the an
orcish raid party, Hand Evra was at the age of sixty eight, merely a
child in the elven culture, he shielded an elder druid from an
incoming spear with his body. Luckily the orc was distracted by Hand's
sudden movement and missed his attack away from the fatal spot.
Although it was an act of bravery that is expected among the tribe,
but nevertheless his will of protection, and his value in his people
is known to all. And so Hand Evra did not claimed to be hero, but
proud of course, thus given him an impression of the responsibility of
an adult role in the tribe.
[b]Trail[/b]
Upon his adult hood, Hand was given a gift, and jade bracer decorated
with ancient elven markings, and a task, which is to collect the
Mandrake root within the groove and to plant it on an island on the
middle of a lake. He is to then sit by it overnight, and that would be
his trail to be an adult.
As he sat by the planted root at night, in the middle of the lake, he
closed his eyes, and slowly entered into a trance, images from
memories flowing through his head, sometimes burry, sometimes the
memories rapidly flickers, then slowly, he sees everything around him
if though he would in reality, which he found himself sitting in the
middle of the lake, by the mandrake root which he planted.
The environment becomes cool, and his senses were unusually clear,
from the other side of the water, he sees a shadowed female figure,
slowly enters into the lake, and begun to walk towards him. He could
hear the crystal sound of the water swinging and splashing; as she
crossed the lake with her hands gently surf on the water surface. She
then came in and out of the dim and tender moon lights, reflects
sparkles of light from the water on her skin, and eventually leaving
the lake with her cat like and provocative movement. Her skin is fair,
and under the moon light, she has a paled cyan colored skin, with
green hair and large colorless lips, she approached Hard Evra by
kissing him on the lips.
>From the contact, Hard began to be seduced by this creature, from the
process he felt a grimed sensation entered his body, like a warm
poison moving through his blood streams, raising towards his heart.
Hand Evra begun to panic, desperate to fight the poison. While
struggling, he felt the clear cool feeling from the jade bracer he was
wearing. Using all his effort, together with a large shout, he smashed
the bracer into pieces.
Immediately he left his position in the lake, and then entered into
another situation, feeling again crystal cleared and sharp with his
senses, he hears the patterned foot steps of thousand of others, one
two, one two, he found himself standing among a massive elven army.
The matching stopped, and everything went stilled, the night light was
the same in the lake, he found him in a role of a solder, armed with
the traditional elven scimitar, and his shield and the amour made with
the finest craftsmanship and decorations. All of the solders around
him were expressionless, fearless and all seemed to be focused on
what's ahead of them, together, they begun a war chart, all chatting
in an exact same word at the exact same time, and Hard found himself
knowing the chat, chanting together with the thousand of others.
As the chart stopped, then a long silent passed, the word "Sul" was
heard, Hand and his unit changed into the dark army and so he came
face to face with evil, at that moment he opened his eyes awaken on
the island in the middle of the lake.
It was day when he returned from his journey, where the Mandrake root
has died, and the broken bracer has disappeared.
And that ended his trail.
[b]Hunter to Hunted[/b]
As he has passed experienced the trailed, Hand was sent on a hunt the
first time against a party of gnolls, and came face to face to a six
foot seven gnoll. Being disarmed from the mixed of fights earlier and
not having other combat options in his mind, none did he want to run,
he thrown himself at the gnoll and pushed down the mass on the
ground.Unlike the traditional human tribal culture, where a warrior
must prove his value by performing a heroic deed, such as to collect
the fang from an ancient bear, The Gwaithen' Sul places their people
in a much more spiritual one in contrast.
Hand Evra stood only five foot and a ten, but with all his might, he
pushed and lifted the gnoll up from the ground, until the point where
the gnoll's body has exposed enough for a rain of arrows to come by,
allowing his friend to take it down without being a target of arrows
himself.
Afterwards, Hand Evra laughed, then smiled with a big grin to his
brothers, celebrating the victories and the teamwork they have bounded
among them, then, he heard the rapid movement sound from behind, as he
turned, only to realise a large party of gnoll was approaching in
great speed, their beastie mounts ride through even the dense forest,
leaving the young elves with no choice but to run.
Even the locals who know the forest as well could lose their mind when
under life threatening pressure like this, the elves ran in all
directions and became separated form each other, and each of them
placed themselves in a more vulnerable situation.
Hand ran through the thick bushes and trees, then come to see a dim
glowing light, surrounded a deep dark hole, he realised it is a
magical door of some sort, just as he was heisting, a throw of sling
warped around his ankle and tripped him on the ground, then the sound
of the gnolls approached, he was left no choice but to leap into this
door.
And as he has fallen out on the other side, he saw a company of men in
an environment suggested a settlement and a sense of safety, Hand
realised he has arrived to a different land and then fainted away.