Tedronai
Member
Name: Myriil Ralnor
Age (17+): 684
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Fate: Hands of Fate
Appearance (Description OK, pictures OK): Myrill is tall and slender, though he has shrunk a few inches with his advanced age he’s still over six foot tall. His hair, which curls at the base of his neck, has long since turned grey, yet his face is as smooth and ageless as it was when he was in his prime. He has dark blue eyes that make his cool, even stare seem even colder. Despite his age they are still clear and sharp and filled with an obvious intelligence. With his height he has become accustomed to looking down his sharp nose at people so that he does it now as a matter of course.
Myriil wears long flowing robes made of the finest silk, favouring blues and greys, which are more often than not heavily embroidered with silver thread. The fabric seems to move with the same grace as Myriil himself, so that it almost seems a part of him than an accessory. His slender, graceful body is exemplified in his long, graceful fingers. Myriil’s are the hands of a musician more than a warrior, and Myriil favours playing the harp to aid his plotting and soothe his mind when he is faced with a difficulty that needs to be puzzled out.
Personality (Be detailed!): Myriil is a deeply intelligent man, a scholar. Having lived through much of Kallum’s history he has an advantage, but he has studied the history of the seven races to deepen his understanding of them and the world in general. It was initially an academic interest but the more he learned the more troubled he became. As his worry deepened the more focussed and studious he became, and the more he withdrew from the world. Though he locked himself away from the world for decades trying to understand the problem with the world, but all he found was confusion. He learned too late that he could never learn what he needed to learn from books, but it was a lesson that came too late. When he returned to the world it had moved on from the one that he knew; he was a man out of time even among his long-lived brethren.
He is polite but in a way that is old fashioned and his detachment makes him seem aloof, which is compounded by feeling that he has nothing in common with any other person alive. He uses his knowledge of people and races to manipulate them into doing his will. He has a plan and he will let nothing or no-one stand in his way. In short he is ruthless and single minded.
Backstory (Optional): Myriil is old enough that he grew up in the wake of the last battle between the Crows and the Dove, though he sometimes deludes himself that he lived through the battle itself (possibly even now believes it) he certainly saw the aftermath first hand; a time of peace and harmony unrivalled in Kallum’s history. However, the longer he lived the further the world fell from its zenith. Myriil watched the world return to the chaos from which the Dove had saved them. Pained by the suffering of all living creatures he sought at first to save the world himself but despite his powers and intelligence the world resisted his efforts. Myriil fell into despair and then into anger. Did people not know what they were doing, where their selfish actions were leading them and the world they lived on? The legend of the Crows and the Dove was known to all and yet to most that was all it was, a tale, a story; he knew different.
With his efforts and options exhausted Myriil felt there was only one course left open to him. The Crows and Dove had saved them before, perhaps they would save them again. He waited for their emergence and when decades passed his faith began to waver. Strengthening his resolve he determined that the world had not yet reached its lowest ebb, the point at which it needed the Dove. If it was not there yet he would help it by giving the world the push it needed. Myriil used his intelligence and status to manipulate people, developing unrest between the seven races, leading them by the nose to wars. He took the healing magics typical to the Elves and distorted them, perverted his powers through the study of dark magics until he could sow disease and pestilence where he had once cured illness and nourished the land. As the land grew sicker he saw portents, he knew what was coming but he did not want to stop short and so he redoubled his efforts. He has come to the deluded belief that he might in fact be one of the Crows reborn, and therefore sees it as his duty to wreak havoc on the world.
Ability / Skill: Initially a skilled healer he can sicken man, beast, even the very land itself with sufficient time and energy. In learning how to pervert his innate powers he has learned many dark skills, including sorcery and necromancy, though for all the powers he has amassed/learned in his long life, he is still an old man and tires easily.
Equipment: Nothing specific, his mind is his weapon of choice.
Age (17+): 684
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Fate: Hands of Fate
Appearance (Description OK, pictures OK): Myrill is tall and slender, though he has shrunk a few inches with his advanced age he’s still over six foot tall. His hair, which curls at the base of his neck, has long since turned grey, yet his face is as smooth and ageless as it was when he was in his prime. He has dark blue eyes that make his cool, even stare seem even colder. Despite his age they are still clear and sharp and filled with an obvious intelligence. With his height he has become accustomed to looking down his sharp nose at people so that he does it now as a matter of course.
Myriil wears long flowing robes made of the finest silk, favouring blues and greys, which are more often than not heavily embroidered with silver thread. The fabric seems to move with the same grace as Myriil himself, so that it almost seems a part of him than an accessory. His slender, graceful body is exemplified in his long, graceful fingers. Myriil’s are the hands of a musician more than a warrior, and Myriil favours playing the harp to aid his plotting and soothe his mind when he is faced with a difficulty that needs to be puzzled out.
Personality (Be detailed!): Myriil is a deeply intelligent man, a scholar. Having lived through much of Kallum’s history he has an advantage, but he has studied the history of the seven races to deepen his understanding of them and the world in general. It was initially an academic interest but the more he learned the more troubled he became. As his worry deepened the more focussed and studious he became, and the more he withdrew from the world. Though he locked himself away from the world for decades trying to understand the problem with the world, but all he found was confusion. He learned too late that he could never learn what he needed to learn from books, but it was a lesson that came too late. When he returned to the world it had moved on from the one that he knew; he was a man out of time even among his long-lived brethren.
He is polite but in a way that is old fashioned and his detachment makes him seem aloof, which is compounded by feeling that he has nothing in common with any other person alive. He uses his knowledge of people and races to manipulate them into doing his will. He has a plan and he will let nothing or no-one stand in his way. In short he is ruthless and single minded.
Backstory (Optional): Myriil is old enough that he grew up in the wake of the last battle between the Crows and the Dove, though he sometimes deludes himself that he lived through the battle itself (possibly even now believes it) he certainly saw the aftermath first hand; a time of peace and harmony unrivalled in Kallum’s history. However, the longer he lived the further the world fell from its zenith. Myriil watched the world return to the chaos from which the Dove had saved them. Pained by the suffering of all living creatures he sought at first to save the world himself but despite his powers and intelligence the world resisted his efforts. Myriil fell into despair and then into anger. Did people not know what they were doing, where their selfish actions were leading them and the world they lived on? The legend of the Crows and the Dove was known to all and yet to most that was all it was, a tale, a story; he knew different.
With his efforts and options exhausted Myriil felt there was only one course left open to him. The Crows and Dove had saved them before, perhaps they would save them again. He waited for their emergence and when decades passed his faith began to waver. Strengthening his resolve he determined that the world had not yet reached its lowest ebb, the point at which it needed the Dove. If it was not there yet he would help it by giving the world the push it needed. Myriil used his intelligence and status to manipulate people, developing unrest between the seven races, leading them by the nose to wars. He took the healing magics typical to the Elves and distorted them, perverted his powers through the study of dark magics until he could sow disease and pestilence where he had once cured illness and nourished the land. As the land grew sicker he saw portents, he knew what was coming but he did not want to stop short and so he redoubled his efforts. He has come to the deluded belief that he might in fact be one of the Crows reborn, and therefore sees it as his duty to wreak havoc on the world.
Ability / Skill: Initially a skilled healer he can sicken man, beast, even the very land itself with sufficient time and energy. In learning how to pervert his innate powers he has learned many dark skills, including sorcery and necromancy, though for all the powers he has amassed/learned in his long life, he is still an old man and tires easily.
Equipment: Nothing specific, his mind is his weapon of choice.
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