Character's Name: Nodel Leshere

Race: Elf

Age: 127

Height: 4' 5"

Weight: 75 pounds

Eye Color: Emerald

Hair Color: Burgundy

Element: Spirit

Physical Description: Adorable is the word many would use to describe this pint sized lancer. Many would question the ability of this "young" elf to even wield a lance, much less wield one efficiently. His hair falls into two separate and rather long strands of burgundy, which at times conceal his beautiful emerald eyes. His clothes are rather baggy...with the exception of the leather armor he wears to protect himself. He appears to be around 9 or 10 years old and most non-elven beings make this mistake on a regular basis. His short stature does however work to his advantage, as it allows him to become quite agile while executing an attack or simply escaping a foe.

Personality: Nodel is extremely friendly and loves meeting other adventurers. His soft child like voice and love for others is a plus in making allies. He manages to show respect to most everyone and tends only to show disrespect to the wicked or disrespectful. Nodel loves making friends...and treasures the friends he makes above anything else in life. His loyalties lie with his friends as he will do absolutely anything for a comrade. Of course, this is all Nodel outside of battle. When engaged in a battle Nodel tosses his cheerful disposition aside and become a fierce warrior. The small lancer is ruthless in battle and uses whatever means necessary no matter how cruel they may be to win.

Class: Lancer

Level: 1

Equipment...

Weapon: Gunge Lance
Head Armor: None
Hand Armor: Leather Gloves
Body Armor: Leather Breastplate
Leg Armor: Leather Boots

Gold: 3,000

Skills: Jump

Background...

"I'll tell you a story. A nice one, come and listen for you may learn something. Past the buildings of the humans, who to this day marvel the world with their advances in technology. Past the dwarves who dwell in the less populated areas...forging away and greedy as ever. We dwell among beauty and within the home that this planet has provided for us. The beauty only conceals darker times and wicked beings who allow insanity to lead them on in life. That there is something to believe in...some brilliant future. This is nothing more than a lie mothers tell their children, and yet the children live on happy as they ever were. Even after they have discovered the nasty truth. Children are said to be pure, innocent, and care-free. This is why I choose to remain a child, as long as I live."

Years ago, a dark elf had managed to escape his underground haven and was said to have tormented travelers. He was said to have driven them completely mad only before slaughtering them in a most gruesome manner. All of this taking place within a few miles of Nodel's village. He had grown up there as a child practicing everyday to become a lancer. He was often teased for being so small, and this only drove him to become stronger. After years of training and being on the receiving end of many of the local jokes; Nodel set out to find his own purpose in this life. Enough of that though...back to the story.

This dark elf had chosen to torment this village in particular due to the death of the local elder warrior. It was a very small village and made up almost entirely of elven commoners. They were not among the strongest elves within the realm and certainly not the most well known. Ridwee as the dark elf was called, most likely targeted them for this reason. One by one...day by day he unleashed a mini genocide upon the village until the population had been cut into almost half of what it was before. Something had to be done and whenever a messenger was sent out it was only a matter of time before they were slaughtered. The few warriors within the village had fallen in battle against the sadistic murderer.

"Come come into my web. Wriggle your way into my grasp. Let me taste your blood you pathetic fools!" Ridwee said to himself. He had managed to escape an adventure with a group of people only a few days earlier. They had managed to make it to an island when he ran off. The small village in thinking he had left for good sent word to a few of the warriors who had left the village for training. So Ridwee sat for hours staring into the village waiting for one of the elves to venture out into the woods on a journey to some nearby neighboring villages.

"Come on Kireek! Mom told us to be back before sunset! We need to get going!" a young elven girl said tugging on her brother's arm. He simply nodded in response before walking deeper into the forest outlining the village. If only the children knew what awaited them in the bushes, they would have turned back then. Of course it was too late and Ridwee leapt from the forest thrashing a fist out at the young boy leading his smaller sister. "AAAAAH! Someone help!" the boy managed to scream as he pushed his sister out of the way.

At that very moment Ridwee's long thin fingers grabbed the boy and brought him within inches of the murderer's face. "Oh...you'll die slowly." Ridwee whispered before turning to face the forest behind him. "Who is there?! Speak now or I will kill this boy!" he shouts tossing the young man into a tree, knocking him unconscious. The tall frail drow began to stalk the forest at that point, hoping that it was only some animal passing by.

"You attack those who are weaker than you. You're not a murderer, you're a soul who has simply lost touch with sanity." a child like voice mutters from behind Ridwee. As he turns his gaze meets that of what appears to be an elven boy carrying a lance at his side. "I'm afraid this night, shall be your last." the young boy says laughing a bit before raising his lance into the air. He held the lance firm and horizontal in the air, with the very tip of the blade pointed toward Ridwee. Before the dark elf could even contemplate making a move the small lancer leapt forward.

His smile replaced by a face bearing no emotion whatsoever. Perhaps a split second passed by and in that second the blade of the lance had managed to find it's way into Ridwee's side. The dark elf cried out in pain as Nodel ripped the weapon from his side; while at the same time turning in place and bringing the weapon around in unison. The blunt end of the lance was sent flying through the air toward the back of the drow's head. Without stopping the blunt end of the lance collided into Ridwee's skull providing a crunching noise as it met with his skull. Nodel then twirled the lance around before gripping it tight with both hands, causing it to stop with the blade pointed toward Ridwee's back.

Nodel then allow the blade to point toward the ground as he gathered what strength he could to leap into the air. The small elf soon found himself soaring above the gigantic drow. Gripping the lance with both hands, and with the blade still facing the ground he began to fall. With great speed he fell to the earth, his mighty weapon aimed at Ridwee's spine. Ridwee simply fell to the ground...accepting his defeat as the small lancer came crashing down onto the insane murderer. Blood was sent flying from the corpse of Ridwee, tainting both Nodel's blade and his face and clothing alike. The dark elf let out one last cough sending fourth a small pool of blood before his head fell to the ground.

Nodel stood there for a moment before removing his weapon from the now lifeless corpse of Ridwee. He looked to the children smiling a bit before waving his right arm. He made his way over to the boy who was now regaining consciousness. "You kids better get home...it's getting dark and I'm sure your parents will be worried!" he adds before helping the boy up. The young girl ran to help Nodel as they both helped the boy back to the village. There would be no more senseless slaughtering, and at long last the villagers would be able to travel out into the lands in peace.

"At least...that's what they had come to believe for a brief moment. Peace is always short lived as hatred and war tend to take its place rather quickly. I cannot defend them now I can only look to what the future holds for me. This world is changing everyday, it is revived each morning. I'm not sure what leads me on, whether it is my own dreams or the desire to preserve the dreams of others. Oh well...it's a brand new day and a brand new world. I'll never wake up from this dream!"

Wow. Its very good, Nodel. All I can say is... Welcome to DI! ^_^ And since you're an elf, you begin in Outer-Rim. If a quest is not there for you, then PM me and I shall make one for you!