Character Name: Calondriel Windrunner

Race: Elf

Age: 97(about 18 in human years)

Height: 5 feet tall even

Weight: 121 pounds

Eye Color: Milk white around a forest green iris and black pupil

Hair Color: Dirty blonde

Element: Wind

Physical Description: A fair skinned, lean muscled lad who wears an outfit of green leather riding pants and shirt with brown leather shoes and gloves. A fine chain with a small finely made oak leaf around his neck. A green wool-type material cloak with a hood covers his head and serves as a blanket on cold nights. A small scar runs up his upper arm, a mark of where he had lost a horse in a contest of drawing the first blood. he walks with a swagger, since he usually rides a horse, but lost it.

Personality: He is edgy and quick to draw his bow on anyone who startles him. He likes to gamble on knife fights, especially if one of the fighters is himself. He likes the ladys and thinks of himself as a good singer. He usually will befriend anyone who will take him in. He doesn't like racists or antagonists and will have no problems fighting them if they try anything.

Class: Ranger

Level: 1

Equipment:
Weapon: Archer's bow
Head Armor: Jade Greencloth Cloak (with hood)
Body Armor: Leather Breastplate
Hand Armor: Leather Gloves
Leg Armor: Leather Shoes

Gold: 3,000

Item: Bandage kit

Skills: Charge Shot

Background: Born in a noble elven house, Calondriel is well trained with both a sword and a bow. The bow beign his prefered weapon, is carried with him to all places he travels to. When his father sent him into the world outside his village, he was given the choice of a weapon, and the ability to take the necklace his mother gave him before she died of a sword wound in the chest. Running away from the village is the only way he can keep from having doubts. About a mile from the village he slows to a walk. Thinking to himself that he must be dumb to do this at such a young age, Calondriel, who prefers to be known as Cal, stumbles into a small stream. A beautiful maid looks at him from the other side of the water. She giggles at the soaking wet elf that stands before her, but blushes when he bends down and kisses her hand. "Hello, my name is Calondriel Windrunner, but you can call me Cal." He say, bending into a elegant bow. The girl giggles again and replies, "I am Arissa, but you may call me Ari." She curtsies as she says this, Cal gets out of the water and steps up to her. They lounge the afternoon away in the shade of a rather large oak tree.

As they lay in each others arms, Cal hears a rumble, faint at first, but growning stronger. Shaking Ari awake, he stands to get a look around the area. A large horde of orcs are barreling along the woods, destroying all in their path. He grabs Ari's arm and runs down into the stream bed. "Orcs." he says in a wisper. She quakes in fear and crawls into a corner. The orcs begin to cross the ravine and one notices them. Shouting something in the gutteral language of their kind, he turns and moves in toward the two cowering elves. Cal charges in and kicks at the thing with a jump kick. the blow doesn't even phase the orc as it bashes him in the head with a club. Cal falls to the ground dead as a nail. The orc stomps over and grabs Ari by her arm and flings her over its shoulder.

A feeling interrupts Cals death sleep, a cool touch and a breath of life. Starting up, Cal calls for Ari. Then, seeing the signs of a fight, he realizes that the orcs have his beloved. Running through the forest, following the path of destruction in the wake, Cal tracks the brutes to where they have taken Ari. The place turns out to be the camp-town that the orcs made in the woods. He sees his little Ari chained to a table, naked, forcebly being raped by the foul creatures. The leader of this orc band walks over to her. He rapes her, laughing at her screams. When he is done, he slits her throat.

Watching all this pushes Cal to the brink of sanity. The orcs rip her appart and systematicly devour her. Rushing in to the valley, Cal planned on joining her after killing a few orcs with a sharp stick he had made. A hand reaches out and grabs him by the shoulder. A wise looking ancient elf looks at him and shakes his head. "Your death would bring a great shadow over your people." He says in a voice fit for an ancient wise man. Nodding to be respectful and following the wise man around, he takes me to the Outer Rim. There all the elves, that is all elves not in a village learn their fighting skills and prepare to battle their foes. Cal turned to find the wise elf gone and the town full of life. Moving on into the town he takes his first steps into becoming a man.

Now it is 30 years later and Cal has become a proficient ranger.

Very good, very good. Welcome to Dark Isles! ^_^ As you are an elf, you start off in Outer-Rim! If there is not a quest open for you to join, PM me and I will make one for you.