• Name: Eruvilui Megiltura (translates into "God is gracious" "Swordmaster")
Pronounced: Ai-roo-vee-lou-ee Meh-gil-too-rah
• Psuedonym: Oryl (translates into "Oathbound")
Pronounced: Oh-ril
• Race: Half-Eladrin*, Half-Elf
• Class/Job: Dishonorably discharged soldier/struggling alcoholic
• Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
• Gender: Male
• Age: 37
• Age (appearance): 25
• Eyes: Purple
• Hair: Blonde
• Height: 6'0"
• Weight: 195lbs ideal, 220lbs. currently
• Facial Features: Smooth, graceful bone-structure with a wild kind of elegance
• Distinguishing Marks: None
• Home: The Feywild*, nomadic
• Marital Status: Single
• Family:
• Qualities: Loyalty, Kindness, Understanding, Intelligence, Good Common Sense (when not intoxicated, of course)
• Shortcomings: Anxiety, easily disappointed, anger problems, alcoholic
• Likes: Getting drunk, forgetting the past, running away
• Dislikes: His name, talking about his past, lingering
• Addictions: Alcohol
Appearance
Oryl, as Eruvilui is known, doesn't appear to be much at first glance, in fact he seems to be a wandering elf drunk. Oryl wears a messy, tattered tunic that was, at one time, olive green with brown slacks. The greasy slacks have a hole on the right knee that dearly needs mending. If the fey elf would stand tall for once, he may actually look somewhat better, but he always slouches or leans on any available object to diminish his height. Eruvilui's long blond hair that he inherited from his eladrin father is dirty and unkempt, but even if he bathed it would still retain a wild grace from his mother's side. His dull eyes retain their sharp elvish frame, but have a violet color granted by his fey origins. There was a time they were luminescent and filled with his bright intellect.
Personality
Oryl suffers from chronic post-traumatic stress from his past, causing him to behave in a deeply depressed manner. In order to help cope with the stress, Oryl became an alcoholic. At heart, Eruvilui is an incredibly kind, caring person with a deep sense of loyalty to those close to him; unfortunately, that would be nobody at this point. When Oryl isn't drinking, he's usually hiding in a corner of some random tavern until the innkeeper kicks him out. Without alcohol, the fey elf suffers from headaches and night terrors. The gloom that absorbs him is as thick as a heavy black storm cloud, but perhaps some event or person may shake him out of it.
Equipment
When Oryl abandoned his name he also abandoned his equipment. He used to have leather armor and a longsword issued by his home city's militia. Currently the only "equipment", if you can call it that, is a wine bottle.
Skills
The combination of alcoholism, depression, and atrophy Oryl has lost the majority of skills he had when he was a soldier. However, there was a time when Eruvilui was, like all eladrin, a skilled adept of the longsword. Not only that, but Eruvilui was a practitioner of Armathy - the ancient Eladrin Art of Sword Magic - as his father had wished. Though he had only been learning for a few years, many masters expressed compliments on his potential.
Racial Power
All Eladrin are tied to the Feywild, because of this they have a unique ability called the Fey Step. A Fey Step is a form of short-distance teleportation equal to a distance they could normally travel with a quick dash. The eladrin making the Fey Step briefly passes through the spacial veil into the Feywild not unlike a short wormhole in order to travel the distance instantly. This power is exhausting and even a full Eladrin warrior would only be able to do it three or four times per encounter maximum, but Oryl could pull it off perhaps once per encounter.
Regarding the Feywild and the Eladrin
The Feywild is a demi-plane that intersects with many worlds. It is a mystical place, permeated with arcane and eldritch forces. The flora and fauna of this world-that-is-not-a-world have been so dramatically altered by the saturation of magicks that collectively the lifeforms are known as the Fey. Everything about the Feywild is breathtakingly beautiful, a side-effect of the sheer amount of power flowing through all living things. Animals are larger, have unnatural colors, and become more fierce and graceful in their mien. Plants come in exotic colors that outpace the imagination in their combinations, and some have even become consumers instead of producers by growing fangs and feasting on rodents and insects. Occasionally, the Feywild will cross over into a section of another world allowing for easier travel between the two realms than portals or gates. It is always very misty in these intertwined planar events.
Among the Fey are a race of humanoids known as Eladrin that are so closely related to elves that it's not certain whether they were elves changed by the Feywild or that elves are eladrin who've lost their connection to the Feywild. They are a tall, long-lived species with long, elegant blond hair. Instead of normal eyes with whites and an iris, the Eladrin have orbs of a solid unnatural color (common colors are emerald, azure, and gold). All Eladrin have a graceful nobility about them. They believe they were created by a great god of arcane magic and nature called Corellon. The Eladrin are gifted with preternatural agility and intelligence, and consider these traits gifts of their creator. Additionally, all eladrin are raised being trained with the preferred weapon of Corellon, the longsword.
History
Ran out of time today. The skinny of it will be elf maiden from Althanas stumbles into the Feywild and meets eladrin swordmage. After spending time in the Feywild, the eladrin accept her into their society. She marries the swordmage and has a son, that'd be my character. Time goes by and my character becomes a swordmage in the army. The Feywild then becomes closely entwined with a chaotic plane where they encounter a violent culture that uses a strange derivative of armathy (think the githyanki). Thinking to conquer the prosperous Feywild, they invade. Eruvilui's family and most of his close friends in his unit are slain in the attack. Enter survivor's guilt and post-traumatic stress causing Eruvilui's personality to change and he begins to wander the Feywild until stumbling onto Scara Brae through a misty patch of forest currently tied to Althanas. Abandoning his equipment he wanders into the nearest city and begins his life as a drunk, perhaps waiting for something or someone to shake him from his stupor.
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