Mental
Solid
| Solid
Physical
Healthy, peak weight
| Healthy, peak weight
Emotional
Moody, easily agitated, unyielding
Moody, easily agitated, unyielding
3rd of January, 2020
As such tends to happen with the aged immortals, Elliot has found time blurring for him once again. While occasionally seeing familiar faces, he finds once again that he has difficulty distinguishing yesterday from a yesteryear. The last year has passed for him in much of a blur as he falls into the habit many who reach his age do, moving through a routine. Even the passing season move swiftly by him. He watches the residents of his homeland in the forest move about hurriedly, but he does not see. He has seen it before and at this pint, it does not strike him in any way. Even the battles of the forest are watched with detachment.
He has a name for the condition but is not apt to classify it. He is peaceful and reticent, but he finds a general apathy settling in. A nagging sensation tries to break through. Something is yet to come but he does not know what.
Today, he arrived to snow, the first time in a while he may have smiled at his entrance.
18th of September, 2019
Velvet has shed from Elliot's antlers and he has full recovered from his injuries. Unlike in past year, he feels ready to compete. He has no desire to find intimacy in the rut or necessarily socialize. While taking on an active role with the intent to show reserved and quiet attention to any he may win over, his main intent remains blowing off steam this year and sparring with others. Elliot did compete years back and has plenty of experience handling the more viciously inclined. While he may not be as aggressive as some competitors or constantly seeking a herd, he is also among the most likely to side with anyone he deems treated unfairly. Likely comes off as serious as a result of his demeanor, despite not finding any sort of deep meaning or otherwise in the event aside from a way to vent his pent up frustrations.
25th of August, 2019
By the standards of the aged elf, life remains relatively uneventful. That is not to say Elliot finds his life easy of late; quite the contrary. As a return favor to Ingólfr, he has been looking out for and keeping Kaari at his home. Unfortunately, he has trouble tolerating her abrasive nature, which is a much less subtle version of her father's. Elliot can certainly see their relation and grasps that Ingólfr's trouble comes from their personalities being a little too alike in some ways. Over the weeks, the elf has found his patience wearing thin with her constant pranks and quips. It has continued to take great effort for the elf to keep his occasionally petty nature in check.
One day he decided to go out alone to hunt a small group of uruks who were attacking travelers to blow off the steam. However, he was not prepared as he though he was ambushed and left for dead. His stallion returned to him after the battle and Elliot drug himself onto the saddle and managed to make it home where his wounds were tended to. Thus, he has been bedridden the last few days and has only just felt up to returning to his favored forest spot. He found a particular villain's scent there; one he knows of but leaves the slaying to those who need closure. Still, in a foul mood to begin with, rubbed against all the trees, reopening numerous wounds in the process but far too irritated to care. In addition, he sharpened his tines on said trees, leaving shreds of bloody velvet all over. Not necessarily pleased with himself, but one could see he was more relaxed after. He was eventually joined by Róta who could look upon his "bloody" work.
10th of March 2019
Elliot shed his antlers again on the Red Hill which were promptly picked up by another. Shed his winter coat as well, left fur all over the forest.
1st of November 2018
After a few weeks looking ragged, the elk has shed his summer coat in favor of the thick, resistant, winter coat. Without a doubt, he finds his coat to be excessive, but his cerivine form is for another place, not the forest. Of late, he has managed to be a little more social though through no effort of his own. Elliot has appreciated conversation with the angel and the company of old friends. Though sight of Haakon in the forest of late irritates him he hopes the other will honor his deal but if not, he will resort to other methods to enact his desires.
18th of October 2018
With the conclusion of the rut a short while ago, the elf was again able to relax. While some behaviors and personalities got under his skin enough to have the elda considering a change of roles, he stuck to the position of a judge. He came to favor a purple stag throughout much of the rut. He found his energy lackadaisical behavior refreshing. Nostalgia struck, given so few of his feral companions took part this year. He missed their quiet and uncomplicated companionship and has continued to since the rut. He seeks for a way to pay homage to them or even find one or two of his primarily silent companions. Over the last week, finds himself often alone or in the company of a fellow elf met during the rut or a favored competitor. His summer had started to shed last week and his pelt has begun to change to its faded winter hues, thicker and suited to the extremes of winter.
(I added his voice)
7th of September 2018
After consideration and discussion, the eldar made the decision to bring a dear friend and companion with him to the forest. While often protective of dear ones, he knows better than to ever shelter those he travels with. The forest may not be the utopia it appears at first glance, but it is far from the war ravaged land he calls home and adores. Numerous events have transpired in the time of his fleeting visits, but ever reserved, he keeps much to himself. Though, it is evident he struggles with a certain itch on his antlers as the velvet sheds, marking another year and the approaching rut, as bitter as the memories tied to it may be. It gives pause for reflection, however and he finds himself to be in a more peaceful place, even as the blood spills on the flowered fields of his homeland. A few worries still plague him in the absence of another loved one.
14th of July 2018
The elf occasionally lurks about the forest, but for the most part keeps to himself. A sullen air cling to him, it is not clear what may have happened to cause the reserved stag to pull even more to himself nor does he seem willing to reveal anything.
29th of March 2018
What had been something of a relaxing day, watching others from afar, mainly watching Isiel and her son from afar, though not exactly sure what had occurred, the elf doubted he could help nor that his company would offer any solace.
However, from this point, he noted as a fight broke out between Liathe and a great pig beast (Don). Given their vast difference in size and natural weapons, he decided to intervene, deciding he would rather be told he was not needed and shooed away rather than let something spiral out of control through negligence. Quickly, the elf summoned a pair of antlers made from his own magic, a drain, but better than simply kicking his foes and a better shield from the crushing bites of the beast. The fight persisted for bit but soon the beast retreated, though not until after Elliot sustained a blow that caused deeper damage to his neck and shoulders as he sustained the brunt of a head on collision. He soon made his way to Liathe as he dwelt on how the ordeal brought to light his inexperience with combat in this form. He spoke to the Seeker briefly but soon parted ways to wash the wounds free and move to his favored spot and bleed on his favored tree.
27th of March 2018
After speaking to Åsleif, the Elf visited her home of Ýdalir for the first time. Though, it was not to be a simple visit, as he had offered to assist her in a quick mission to rescue a viking thrall. However, along the way, the elf was quick to realize Åsleif's wound's were plaguing her far more than she had initially let on. Unfortunately, she was unwilling to let him continue alone and thus when they neared the building and Elliot sensed a trap, he was left far more tense than he would have liked. They were soon engaged as Åsleif found a hooded figure that soon was revealed to be headless. All ended well enough, though, as the three remaining men after the Wanderess stabbed one were nothing the elf could not handle quickly.
As the men laid dead, he was quick to pick the viking woman up and carry her home, finding her wounds made worse by the fight. Elliot let her walk when they neared her village and news of the failed rescue was delivered. He soon found himself escorted into the long house that Åsleif now lived in and had... Unwanted assistance in bathing. He was left quite mortified as the three women helped him while he was naked. At one point, he fell into the tub and hit his head and at another, he fell out. A feast followed and his deeds were celebrated, though he did not consider it much of an accomplishment, given his track record. He drank with the north-men and had a good time until the woman tired and he retired with her. He spoke to her in her room and was asked to spend the night. Elliot obliged and spoke to her for some time about some more serious subjects until sleep took her. He joined and rested beside her shortly after.
The following day, he returned to Arda, informed by Aldnari and Glyndwr where their company was headed next. The elf was pleased with the destination for their party but enraged by what had happened to cause their change in destination.
23rd of March 2018
The elf has often been left to his thoughts and devices and thus is generally left to ponder the events in his recent life and rethink his decisions. He finds himself still open-minded but growing callous to the plights of certain individuals. Outwardly, and at face value, he may seem the same but past traits long buried have resurfaced. Yet through things, he finds himself more accepting of darker turns his life may take. He holds a few at a greater distance and finding dark humor in situations. He has returned to a habit of sabotaging things he believes are not worth preserving. In generally, he is frequently fluctuating as he tries to reevaluate himself and his choices in the last few years, yet through it, he may appear the same. Through it all, though, he finds less a bit more self-loathing.
He quickly found Rota and sought her out. He spoke to her for a bit, played a morbid game before lapsing into comfortable silence.
8th of March 2018
A delightfully ordinary day. The elf spent his time in the forest with his son, his mother, and an unfamiliar face. He found the day brought feelings of nostalgia and a simpler time, when he was new to the forest. He basked in the sensation of it while it last, leaning slightly against Vrath as he stood with him. Elliot found himself feeling exceedingly proud of his son for no particular reason and immensely grateful for his existence.
6th of March 2018
Finished a long arduous campaign alongside a band of frustrating, inexperienced teenagers and young adults he was too chivalrous and eventually too attached to allow to die on their own. He limped into the forest today after the healer among them had recovered enough to heal them and his most grievous injuries. He parted with the youths on good terms but he remained uncertain if he shall see them again. He would miss them.
Elliot briefly spoke with Aslief but given a quip he made, the conversation ended when she left. He was not upset or apologetic given his own feelings toward what she had brought up, something he had not been keen on speaking of. As always, he kept all to himself. He shed his antlers on the Red Hill. Another year passed.
(Please let me know if you want them, don't just say you picked them up on your bio, i like to keep track ;3)
3rd of March 2018
After his return to the forest, Elliot had noticed that when about, Rhona gravitated toward him whenever she was about. One day asked her about after he felt significantly bothered by the silence between them, he asked about it. The elf was given know concrete answers and any relief that she had communicated with him was overshadowed by silent irritation. Aside from Rhona, the stag has only spoken thus far to Rota. One day he sought out Liathe and Fletcher but could only offer silent company.
As well, Elliot finally visited his home, when he had no visible wounds, assuaging the worries of his friends and spending time with his son before departing again for the world of war as he calls it. He still felt lingering guilt, given that Kuwaka was likely worried about him but knew there is little he can hide from the lion and that the truth would cause more worry than uncertainty.
Today, he chose to visit the forest after a very eventful evening last night. The elf felt a degree of relief knowing his campaign was finally draw to a close though his body felt quite taxed between the wounds he sustained last evening and has sustained over the course of the last month.
19th of February 2018
Elliot returned to the forest. Worse for the wear but still healthy. Not in a particular good mood. Wearing an amulet from one of his tine but happy to have figured out how to leave and take a much needed break from the band of youths he had been traveling with. After standing and watching over the forest, the first face he encountered was Rhona. She sought him out and rather than feeling the shame or stress that usually accompanied her presence, the elf was mainly indifferent to her. Instead, over time, felt irritated she should simply seek him out and at least seem to desire to be in his presence and say nothing to him. While standing and surveying the forest, alert for any of the dangers that may have followed him while in part resting his body, was briefly visited by Rota. Intended to seek her out later but did not wish to yield the hill, as he saw it. Remained util Rhona departed before catching up with Rota and speaking with her briefly as then parting ways to return to the terrible teenagers he had pledged to protect. Concerned someone will need to protect them from him soon if they continued to ignore his advice and makes mistakes as a result of ignoring him. Losing his precious patience with similar personalities as a result...
16th of February 2018
(Someone shame me into finishing this BEAUT CSS by unplugged)
Over the last several months, Elliot has spent the vast majority of his time with his son and in his home world of Arda. Occasionally, he would visit the forest and more frequently visit his brother upon Earth. Nothing of note happened, though he has been kept up to date of recent development, resolved and laid feelings resulting from incidents prior to the birth of Vrath to rest. As a result, his mental state was fairly healthy, albeit fragile in some ways. As trouble has stirred in his homeland of Arda, he found certain behaviors and desires that had long since been laid to rest stirring. The situation only worsens in Aman and while attempting a scrying spell, the elf was expelled from his home and locked into a war torn country where he has been stuck for well over a month. Old habits and aspects of his personality have resurfaced as he tries to escape, though he has formed a significant bond with a band of young humans who he has pledged to protect as they journey to uncover the mystery that destroyed their home town.
6th of May 2017
Intuition pulled him to the forest. A sense of something coming drew in the elf. Having been wasting away from a refusal to eat and his emotionally induced illness, he looked far worse for the wear. Visits from Asleif and his brother yielded very little. Only the day before was he convinced through hysterics of the Sunlion to at least start eating again. Was drawn into a discussion and softened by the emotions of his adoptive brother. Eventually he completely opened to the lion and felt better as he was repeated assured of countless things. While he was offered no concrete advise, he was reminded of his own strength, even in his current state. As well, the lion pointed out that both of them had been through worse and that this would come to pass, as have so many things.
Upon reaching the playground rocks this day, as the red hill was already occupied, his elven eyes sought out Rhona, as he had noticed her increasing weight. After watching her from his great distance, he realized she was in labor. Inwardly panicked and threw up what little was in his stomach. He kept his distance, however, aware that Rhona feared him. Instead, he watched, occasionally shifting positions, having no desire to keep company with any of late. He was visited by his brother at a point which he was greatly appreciative of, and again, when he moved to red hill when all was said and done. Kuwaka was about to force him to see his child, but Asleif beat him to it.
"Move. Or I will make you."
"You wish me to leave?"
"Leave this hill and go to your son. I need to get a few things."
He was in awe as he saw his son and immediately glued himself to the child's side. After he was informed the youth was without a name, gave him the name Vrath, an elvish name. Has since found himself unable to leave his son, in utter adoration of Vrath.
14th of April 2017
Events in the past weeks have had a heavy toll on the elf. While unable to become sick through usual ways, his declining mental state has had a direct effect on his physical. Last week, he returned from a “hunt” which served as a way to distract himself from the majority of his emotions and attempt to vent. He has been a bit avoidant of Rhona at times, or remains silent often in her presence to avoid upsetting himself or her. He has become fairly antisocial and rarely has the desire to talk to others. Often, he forces himself to so that he may keep up his guise and keep himself from burdening others.
He had been managing well, but after a talk with Asleif, everything crumbled. All returned and was amplified by her harsh words. Allowed himself to succumb to his emotions entirely when she departed. He did not allow himself the “luxury” long before he concealed his feelings again, even if he was alone save for his brother’s sleeping friend. Despite his efforts, he is noticeably listless still, no longer able to keep a facade of contentment. Also, he had to move because he threw up.
March 2017
Heavily appreciative of the pleasant company of a few, Elliot has been in some ways avoiding the swan at times. Something she said a while back had been rattling around in his head, and despite the incredibly disastrous potential it has, decided it would be for the best. At least it would put him in a stronger place of influence in her life and ideally dissuade those who he believes will only bring her more issues. As well, he would feel far less used. He is still finding the whole situation far from ideal. Firmly believes there are only dark skies on the horizon.
After coming into the forest to discover his hill was occupied and visiting Isiel and he son, he sought Rhona out and after making a few concerned inquiries about her state, discovered she did not want the child. The elf had suspected as much, however, but did his best to dissuade her from anything rash, trying to ensure her that she had his support in this, to ease anything he could. He wished he could bear the child for her, even. He did then bring up the topic of mates. Despite his best attempts throughout the conversation, he felt she discounted all words of comfort he offered. Elliot persisted, still, and tried to bring her some solace. It did not work, of course, and his own emotional turmoil was concealed. He was accused then of not knowing her, which was met with a slight loss of patience, but still cordial. Elliot realized perhaps he should disclose a few details so that she might start finding him at least slightly more relatable. But he was not comfortable with it today.
After a few words, confirmed something else. While certainly quite hurt by it, he could figure what it stemmed from. She then agreed to be his partner, though her reservations were obvious. The bull tried to get an honest answer from her, but there was a small outburst, which he was honestly grateful for, as he prefer earnest anger to lies of "I'm fine." He attempted to comfort her, but still noted her hesitation. Ensured she knew that if she was his, then he was hers. He was desperate to impress upon her that they were equals, especially in this. Still distraught that she just submits to him regardless of encouragement for her to make her own decisions. Tempted to let go but aware that could turn out worse.
Eventually he was left alone with Asa who had approached, which brought on feelings of nostalgia. Politely departed and proceeded to heave up what little was in his stomach in the birch, questioning his decision and recognizing the coming ailment. He was later found by the young hind and spoke to her about a few things, satisfying her curiosity as best he could while in his current mood which he masked. After she left, decided he would as well, to best be left alone.
As such tends to happen with the aged immortals, Elliot has found time blurring for him once again. While occasionally seeing familiar faces, he finds once again that he has difficulty distinguishing yesterday from a yesteryear. The last year has passed for him in much of a blur as he falls into the habit many who reach his age do, moving through a routine. Even the passing season move swiftly by him. He watches the residents of his homeland in the forest move about hurriedly, but he does not see. He has seen it before and at this pint, it does not strike him in any way. Even the battles of the forest are watched with detachment.
He has a name for the condition but is not apt to classify it. He is peaceful and reticent, but he finds a general apathy settling in. A nagging sensation tries to break through. Something is yet to come but he does not know what.
Today, he arrived to snow, the first time in a while he may have smiled at his entrance.
18th of September, 2019
Velvet has shed from Elliot's antlers and he has full recovered from his injuries. Unlike in past year, he feels ready to compete. He has no desire to find intimacy in the rut or necessarily socialize. While taking on an active role with the intent to show reserved and quiet attention to any he may win over, his main intent remains blowing off steam this year and sparring with others. Elliot did compete years back and has plenty of experience handling the more viciously inclined. While he may not be as aggressive as some competitors or constantly seeking a herd, he is also among the most likely to side with anyone he deems treated unfairly. Likely comes off as serious as a result of his demeanor, despite not finding any sort of deep meaning or otherwise in the event aside from a way to vent his pent up frustrations.
25th of August, 2019
By the standards of the aged elf, life remains relatively uneventful. That is not to say Elliot finds his life easy of late; quite the contrary. As a return favor to Ingólfr, he has been looking out for and keeping Kaari at his home. Unfortunately, he has trouble tolerating her abrasive nature, which is a much less subtle version of her father's. Elliot can certainly see their relation and grasps that Ingólfr's trouble comes from their personalities being a little too alike in some ways. Over the weeks, the elf has found his patience wearing thin with her constant pranks and quips. It has continued to take great effort for the elf to keep his occasionally petty nature in check.
One day he decided to go out alone to hunt a small group of uruks who were attacking travelers to blow off the steam. However, he was not prepared as he though he was ambushed and left for dead. His stallion returned to him after the battle and Elliot drug himself onto the saddle and managed to make it home where his wounds were tended to. Thus, he has been bedridden the last few days and has only just felt up to returning to his favored forest spot. He found a particular villain's scent there; one he knows of but leaves the slaying to those who need closure. Still, in a foul mood to begin with, rubbed against all the trees, reopening numerous wounds in the process but far too irritated to care. In addition, he sharpened his tines on said trees, leaving shreds of bloody velvet all over. Not necessarily pleased with himself, but one could see he was more relaxed after. He was eventually joined by Róta who could look upon his "bloody" work.
10th of March 2019
Elliot shed his antlers again on the Red Hill which were promptly picked up by another. Shed his winter coat as well, left fur all over the forest.
1st of November 2018
After a few weeks looking ragged, the elk has shed his summer coat in favor of the thick, resistant, winter coat. Without a doubt, he finds his coat to be excessive, but his cerivine form is for another place, not the forest. Of late, he has managed to be a little more social though through no effort of his own. Elliot has appreciated conversation with the angel and the company of old friends. Though sight of Haakon in the forest of late irritates him he hopes the other will honor his deal but if not, he will resort to other methods to enact his desires.
18th of October 2018
With the conclusion of the rut a short while ago, the elf was again able to relax. While some behaviors and personalities got under his skin enough to have the elda considering a change of roles, he stuck to the position of a judge. He came to favor a purple stag throughout much of the rut. He found his energy lackadaisical behavior refreshing. Nostalgia struck, given so few of his feral companions took part this year. He missed their quiet and uncomplicated companionship and has continued to since the rut. He seeks for a way to pay homage to them or even find one or two of his primarily silent companions. Over the last week, finds himself often alone or in the company of a fellow elf met during the rut or a favored competitor. His summer had started to shed last week and his pelt has begun to change to its faded winter hues, thicker and suited to the extremes of winter.
(I added his voice)
7th of September 2018
After consideration and discussion, the eldar made the decision to bring a dear friend and companion with him to the forest. While often protective of dear ones, he knows better than to ever shelter those he travels with. The forest may not be the utopia it appears at first glance, but it is far from the war ravaged land he calls home and adores. Numerous events have transpired in the time of his fleeting visits, but ever reserved, he keeps much to himself. Though, it is evident he struggles with a certain itch on his antlers as the velvet sheds, marking another year and the approaching rut, as bitter as the memories tied to it may be. It gives pause for reflection, however and he finds himself to be in a more peaceful place, even as the blood spills on the flowered fields of his homeland. A few worries still plague him in the absence of another loved one.
14th of July 2018
The elf occasionally lurks about the forest, but for the most part keeps to himself. A sullen air cling to him, it is not clear what may have happened to cause the reserved stag to pull even more to himself nor does he seem willing to reveal anything.
29th of March 2018
What had been something of a relaxing day, watching others from afar, mainly watching Isiel and her son from afar, though not exactly sure what had occurred, the elf doubted he could help nor that his company would offer any solace.
However, from this point, he noted as a fight broke out between Liathe and a great pig beast (Don). Given their vast difference in size and natural weapons, he decided to intervene, deciding he would rather be told he was not needed and shooed away rather than let something spiral out of control through negligence. Quickly, the elf summoned a pair of antlers made from his own magic, a drain, but better than simply kicking his foes and a better shield from the crushing bites of the beast. The fight persisted for bit but soon the beast retreated, though not until after Elliot sustained a blow that caused deeper damage to his neck and shoulders as he sustained the brunt of a head on collision. He soon made his way to Liathe as he dwelt on how the ordeal brought to light his inexperience with combat in this form. He spoke to the Seeker briefly but soon parted ways to wash the wounds free and move to his favored spot and bleed on his favored tree.
27th of March 2018
After speaking to Åsleif, the Elf visited her home of Ýdalir for the first time. Though, it was not to be a simple visit, as he had offered to assist her in a quick mission to rescue a viking thrall. However, along the way, the elf was quick to realize Åsleif's wound's were plaguing her far more than she had initially let on. Unfortunately, she was unwilling to let him continue alone and thus when they neared the building and Elliot sensed a trap, he was left far more tense than he would have liked. They were soon engaged as Åsleif found a hooded figure that soon was revealed to be headless. All ended well enough, though, as the three remaining men after the Wanderess stabbed one were nothing the elf could not handle quickly.
As the men laid dead, he was quick to pick the viking woman up and carry her home, finding her wounds made worse by the fight. Elliot let her walk when they neared her village and news of the failed rescue was delivered. He soon found himself escorted into the long house that Åsleif now lived in and had... Unwanted assistance in bathing. He was left quite mortified as the three women helped him while he was naked. At one point, he fell into the tub and hit his head and at another, he fell out. A feast followed and his deeds were celebrated, though he did not consider it much of an accomplishment, given his track record. He drank with the north-men and had a good time until the woman tired and he retired with her. He spoke to her in her room and was asked to spend the night. Elliot obliged and spoke to her for some time about some more serious subjects until sleep took her. He joined and rested beside her shortly after.
The following day, he returned to Arda, informed by Aldnari and Glyndwr where their company was headed next. The elf was pleased with the destination for their party but enraged by what had happened to cause their change in destination.
23rd of March 2018
The elf has often been left to his thoughts and devices and thus is generally left to ponder the events in his recent life and rethink his decisions. He finds himself still open-minded but growing callous to the plights of certain individuals. Outwardly, and at face value, he may seem the same but past traits long buried have resurfaced. Yet through things, he finds himself more accepting of darker turns his life may take. He holds a few at a greater distance and finding dark humor in situations. He has returned to a habit of sabotaging things he believes are not worth preserving. In generally, he is frequently fluctuating as he tries to reevaluate himself and his choices in the last few years, yet through it, he may appear the same. Through it all, though, he finds less a bit more self-loathing.
He quickly found Rota and sought her out. He spoke to her for a bit, played a morbid game before lapsing into comfortable silence.
8th of March 2018
A delightfully ordinary day. The elf spent his time in the forest with his son, his mother, and an unfamiliar face. He found the day brought feelings of nostalgia and a simpler time, when he was new to the forest. He basked in the sensation of it while it last, leaning slightly against Vrath as he stood with him. Elliot found himself feeling exceedingly proud of his son for no particular reason and immensely grateful for his existence.
6th of March 2018
Finished a long arduous campaign alongside a band of frustrating, inexperienced teenagers and young adults he was too chivalrous and eventually too attached to allow to die on their own. He limped into the forest today after the healer among them had recovered enough to heal them and his most grievous injuries. He parted with the youths on good terms but he remained uncertain if he shall see them again. He would miss them.
Elliot briefly spoke with Aslief but given a quip he made, the conversation ended when she left. He was not upset or apologetic given his own feelings toward what she had brought up, something he had not been keen on speaking of. As always, he kept all to himself. He shed his antlers on the Red Hill. Another year passed.
(Please let me know if you want them, don't just say you picked them up on your bio, i like to keep track ;3)
3rd of March 2018
After his return to the forest, Elliot had noticed that when about, Rhona gravitated toward him whenever she was about. One day asked her about after he felt significantly bothered by the silence between them, he asked about it. The elf was given know concrete answers and any relief that she had communicated with him was overshadowed by silent irritation. Aside from Rhona, the stag has only spoken thus far to Rota. One day he sought out Liathe and Fletcher but could only offer silent company.
As well, Elliot finally visited his home, when he had no visible wounds, assuaging the worries of his friends and spending time with his son before departing again for the world of war as he calls it. He still felt lingering guilt, given that Kuwaka was likely worried about him but knew there is little he can hide from the lion and that the truth would cause more worry than uncertainty.
Today, he chose to visit the forest after a very eventful evening last night. The elf felt a degree of relief knowing his campaign was finally draw to a close though his body felt quite taxed between the wounds he sustained last evening and has sustained over the course of the last month.
19th of February 2018
Elliot returned to the forest. Worse for the wear but still healthy. Not in a particular good mood. Wearing an amulet from one of his tine but happy to have figured out how to leave and take a much needed break from the band of youths he had been traveling with. After standing and watching over the forest, the first face he encountered was Rhona. She sought him out and rather than feeling the shame or stress that usually accompanied her presence, the elf was mainly indifferent to her. Instead, over time, felt irritated she should simply seek him out and at least seem to desire to be in his presence and say nothing to him. While standing and surveying the forest, alert for any of the dangers that may have followed him while in part resting his body, was briefly visited by Rota. Intended to seek her out later but did not wish to yield the hill, as he saw it. Remained util Rhona departed before catching up with Rota and speaking with her briefly as then parting ways to return to the terrible teenagers he had pledged to protect. Concerned someone will need to protect them from him soon if they continued to ignore his advice and makes mistakes as a result of ignoring him. Losing his precious patience with similar personalities as a result...
16th of February 2018
(Someone shame me into finishing this BEAUT CSS by unplugged)
Over the last several months, Elliot has spent the vast majority of his time with his son and in his home world of Arda. Occasionally, he would visit the forest and more frequently visit his brother upon Earth. Nothing of note happened, though he has been kept up to date of recent development, resolved and laid feelings resulting from incidents prior to the birth of Vrath to rest. As a result, his mental state was fairly healthy, albeit fragile in some ways. As trouble has stirred in his homeland of Arda, he found certain behaviors and desires that had long since been laid to rest stirring. The situation only worsens in Aman and while attempting a scrying spell, the elf was expelled from his home and locked into a war torn country where he has been stuck for well over a month. Old habits and aspects of his personality have resurfaced as he tries to escape, though he has formed a significant bond with a band of young humans who he has pledged to protect as they journey to uncover the mystery that destroyed their home town.
6th of May 2017
Intuition pulled him to the forest. A sense of something coming drew in the elf. Having been wasting away from a refusal to eat and his emotionally induced illness, he looked far worse for the wear. Visits from Asleif and his brother yielded very little. Only the day before was he convinced through hysterics of the Sunlion to at least start eating again. Was drawn into a discussion and softened by the emotions of his adoptive brother. Eventually he completely opened to the lion and felt better as he was repeated assured of countless things. While he was offered no concrete advise, he was reminded of his own strength, even in his current state. As well, the lion pointed out that both of them had been through worse and that this would come to pass, as have so many things.
Upon reaching the playground rocks this day, as the red hill was already occupied, his elven eyes sought out Rhona, as he had noticed her increasing weight. After watching her from his great distance, he realized she was in labor. Inwardly panicked and threw up what little was in his stomach. He kept his distance, however, aware that Rhona feared him. Instead, he watched, occasionally shifting positions, having no desire to keep company with any of late. He was visited by his brother at a point which he was greatly appreciative of, and again, when he moved to red hill when all was said and done. Kuwaka was about to force him to see his child, but Asleif beat him to it.
"You wish me to leave?"
"Leave this hill and go to your son. I need to get a few things."
He was in awe as he saw his son and immediately glued himself to the child's side. After he was informed the youth was without a name, gave him the name Vrath, an elvish name. Has since found himself unable to leave his son, in utter adoration of Vrath.
14th of April 2017
Events in the past weeks have had a heavy toll on the elf. While unable to become sick through usual ways, his declining mental state has had a direct effect on his physical. Last week, he returned from a “hunt” which served as a way to distract himself from the majority of his emotions and attempt to vent. He has been a bit avoidant of Rhona at times, or remains silent often in her presence to avoid upsetting himself or her. He has become fairly antisocial and rarely has the desire to talk to others. Often, he forces himself to so that he may keep up his guise and keep himself from burdening others.
He had been managing well, but after a talk with Asleif, everything crumbled. All returned and was amplified by her harsh words. Allowed himself to succumb to his emotions entirely when she departed. He did not allow himself the “luxury” long before he concealed his feelings again, even if he was alone save for his brother’s sleeping friend. Despite his efforts, he is noticeably listless still, no longer able to keep a facade of contentment. Also, he had to move because he threw up.
March 2017
Heavily appreciative of the pleasant company of a few, Elliot has been in some ways avoiding the swan at times. Something she said a while back had been rattling around in his head, and despite the incredibly disastrous potential it has, decided it would be for the best. At least it would put him in a stronger place of influence in her life and ideally dissuade those who he believes will only bring her more issues. As well, he would feel far less used. He is still finding the whole situation far from ideal. Firmly believes there are only dark skies on the horizon.
After coming into the forest to discover his hill was occupied and visiting Isiel and he son, he sought Rhona out and after making a few concerned inquiries about her state, discovered she did not want the child. The elf had suspected as much, however, but did his best to dissuade her from anything rash, trying to ensure her that she had his support in this, to ease anything he could. He wished he could bear the child for her, even. He did then bring up the topic of mates. Despite his best attempts throughout the conversation, he felt she discounted all words of comfort he offered. Elliot persisted, still, and tried to bring her some solace. It did not work, of course, and his own emotional turmoil was concealed. He was accused then of not knowing her, which was met with a slight loss of patience, but still cordial. Elliot realized perhaps he should disclose a few details so that she might start finding him at least slightly more relatable. But he was not comfortable with it today.
After a few words, confirmed something else. While certainly quite hurt by it, he could figure what it stemmed from. She then agreed to be his partner, though her reservations were obvious. The bull tried to get an honest answer from her, but there was a small outburst, which he was honestly grateful for, as he prefer earnest anger to lies of "I'm fine." He attempted to comfort her, but still noted her hesitation. Ensured she knew that if she was his, then he was hers. He was desperate to impress upon her that they were equals, especially in this. Still distraught that she just submits to him regardless of encouragement for her to make her own decisions. Tempted to let go but aware that could turn out worse.
Eventually he was left alone with Asa who had approached, which brought on feelings of nostalgia. Politely departed and proceeded to heave up what little was in his stomach in the birch, questioning his decision and recognizing the coming ailment. He was later found by the young hind and spoke to her about a few things, satisfying her curiosity as best he could while in his current mood which he masked. After she left, decided he would as well, to best be left alone.
16th of February 2018
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Over the last several months, Elliot has spent the vast majority of his time with his son and in his home world of Arda. Occasionally, he would visit the forest and more frequently visit his brother upon Earth. Nothing of note happened, though he has been kept up to date of recent development, resolved and laid feelings resulting from incidents prior to the birth of Vrath to rest. As a result, his mental state was fairly healthy, albeit fragile in some ways. As trouble has stirred in his homeland of Arda, he found certain behaviors and desires that had long since been laid to rest stirring. The situation only worsens in Aman and while attempting a scrying spell, the elf was expelled from his home and locked into a war torn country where he has been stuck for well over a month. Old habits and aspects of his personality have resurfaced as he tries to escape, though he has formed a significant bond with a band of young humans who he has pledged to protect as they journey to uncover the mystery that destroyed their home town.
6th of May 2017
Intuition pulled him to the forest. A sense of something coming drew in the elf. Having been wasting away from a refusal to eat and his emotionally induced illness, he looked far worse for the wear. Visits from Asleif and his brother yielded very little. Only the day before was he convinced through hysterics of the Sunlion to at least start eating again. Was drawn into a discussion and softened by the emotions of his adoptive brother. Eventually he completely opened to the lion and felt better as he was repeated assured of countless things. While he was offered no concrete advise, he was reminded of his own strength, even in his current state. As well, the lion pointed out that both of them had been through worse and that this would come to pass, as have so many things.
Upon reaching the playground rocks this day, as the red hill was already occupied, his elven eyes sought out Rhona, as he had noticed her increasing weight. After watching her from his great distance, he realized she was in labor. Inwardly panicked and threw up what little was in his stomach. He kept his distance, however, aware that Rhona feared him. Instead, he watched, occasionally shifting positions, having no desire to keep company with any of late. He was visited by his brother at a point which he was greatly appreciative of, and again, when he moved to red hill when all was said and done. Kuwaka was about to force him to see his child, but Asleif beat him to it.
"Move. Or I will make you."
"You wish me to leave?"
"Leave this hill and go to your son. I need to get a few things."
He was in awe as he saw his son and immediately glued himself to the child's side. After he was informed the youth was without a name, gave him the name Vrath, an elvish name. Has since found himself unable to leave his son, in utter adoration of Vrath.
14th of April 2017
Events in the past weeks have had a heavy toll on the elf. While unable to become sick through usual ways, his declining mental state has had a direct effect on his physical. Last week, he returned from a “hunt” which served as a way to distract himself from the majority of his emotions and attempt to vent. He has been a bit avoidant of Rhona at times, or remains silent often in her presence to avoid upsetting himself or her. He has become fairly antisocial and rarely has the desire to talk to others. Often, he forces himself to so that he may keep up his guise and keep himself from burdening others.
He had been managing well, but after a talk with Asleif, everything crumbled. All returned and was amplified by her harsh words. Allowed himself to succumb to his emotions entirely when she departed. He did not allow himself the “luxury” long before he concealed his feelings again, even if he was alone save for his brother’s sleeping friend. Despite his efforts, he is noticeably listless still, no longer able to keep a facade of contentment. Also, he had to move because he threw up.
March 2017
Heavily appreciative of the pleasant company of a few, Elliot has been in some ways avoiding the swan at times. Something she said a while back had been rattling around in his head, and despite the incredibly disastrous potential it has, decided it would be for the best. At least it would put him in a stronger place of influence in her life and ideally dissuade those who he believes will only bring her more issues. As well, he would feel far less used. He is still finding the whole situation far from ideal. Firmly believes there are only dark skies on the horizon.
After coming into the forest to discover his hill was occupied and visiting Isiel and he son, he sought Rhona out and after making a few concerned inquiries about her state, discovered she did not want the child. The elf had suspected as much, however, but did his best to dissuade her from anything rash, trying to ensure her that she had his support in this, to ease anything he could. He wished he could bear the child for her, even. He did then bring up the topic of mates. Despite his best attempts throughout the conversation, he felt she discounted all words of comfort he offered. Elliot persisted, still, and tried to bring her some solace. It did not work, of course, and his own emotional turmoil was concealed. He was accused then of not knowing her, which was met with a slight loss of patience, but still cordial. Elliot realized perhaps he should disclose a few details so that she might start finding him at least slightly more relatable. But he was not comfortable with it today.
After a few words, confirmed something else. While certainly quite hurt by it, he could figure what it stemmed from. She then agreed to be his partner, though her reservations were obvious. The bull tried to get an honest answer from her, but there was a small outburst, which he was honestly grateful for, as he prefer earnest anger to lies of "I'm fine." He attempted to comfort her, but still noted her hesitation. Ensured she knew that if she was his, then he was hers. He was desperate to impress upon her that they were equals, especially in this. Still distraught that she just submits to him regardless of encouragement for her to make her own decisions. Tempted to let go but aware that could turn out worse.
Eventually he was left alone with Asa who had approached, which brought on feelings of nostalgia. Politely departed and proceeded to heave up what little was in his stomach in the birch, questioning his decision and recognizing the coming ailment. He was later found by the young hind and spoke to her about a few things, satisfying her curiosity as best he could while in his current mood which he masked. After she left, decided he would as well, to best be left alone.
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Over the last several months, Elliot has spent the vast majority of his time with his son and in his home world of Arda. Occasionally, he would visit the forest and more frequently visit his brother upon Earth. Nothing of note happened, though he has been kept up to date of recent development, resolved and laid feelings resulting from incidents prior to the birth of Vrath to rest. As a result, his mental state was fairly healthy, albeit fragile in some ways. As trouble has stirred in his homeland of Arda, he found certain behaviors and desires that had long since been laid to rest stirring. The situation only worsens in Aman and while attempting a scrying spell, the elf was expelled from his home and locked into a war torn country where he has been stuck for well over a month. Old habits and aspects of his personality have resurfaced as he tries to escape, though he has formed a significant bond with a band of young humans who he has pledged to protect as they journey to uncover the mystery that destroyed their home town.
6th of May 2017
Intuition pulled him to the forest. A sense of something coming drew in the elf. Having been wasting away from a refusal to eat and his emotionally induced illness, he looked far worse for the wear. Visits from Asleif and his brother yielded very little. Only the day before was he convinced through hysterics of the Sunlion to at least start eating again. Was drawn into a discussion and softened by the emotions of his adoptive brother. Eventually he completely opened to the lion and felt better as he was repeated assured of countless things. While he was offered no concrete advise, he was reminded of his own strength, even in his current state. As well, the lion pointed out that both of them had been through worse and that this would come to pass, as have so many things.
Upon reaching the playground rocks this day, as the red hill was already occupied, his elven eyes sought out Rhona, as he had noticed her increasing weight. After watching her from his great distance, he realized she was in labor. Inwardly panicked and threw up what little was in his stomach. He kept his distance, however, aware that Rhona feared him. Instead, he watched, occasionally shifting positions, having no desire to keep company with any of late. He was visited by his brother at a point which he was greatly appreciative of, and again, when he moved to red hill when all was said and done. Kuwaka was about to force him to see his child, but Asleif beat him to it.
"You wish me to leave?"
"Leave this hill and go to your son. I need to get a few things."
He was in awe as he saw his son and immediately glued himself to the child's side. After he was informed the youth was without a name, gave him the name Vrath, an elvish name. Has since found himself unable to leave his son, in utter adoration of Vrath.
14th of April 2017
Events in the past weeks have had a heavy toll on the elf. While unable to become sick through usual ways, his declining mental state has had a direct effect on his physical. Last week, he returned from a “hunt” which served as a way to distract himself from the majority of his emotions and attempt to vent. He has been a bit avoidant of Rhona at times, or remains silent often in her presence to avoid upsetting himself or her. He has become fairly antisocial and rarely has the desire to talk to others. Often, he forces himself to so that he may keep up his guise and keep himself from burdening others.
He had been managing well, but after a talk with Asleif, everything crumbled. All returned and was amplified by her harsh words. Allowed himself to succumb to his emotions entirely when she departed. He did not allow himself the “luxury” long before he concealed his feelings again, even if he was alone save for his brother’s sleeping friend. Despite his efforts, he is noticeably listless still, no longer able to keep a facade of contentment. Also, he had to move because he threw up.
March 2017
Heavily appreciative of the pleasant company of a few, Elliot has been in some ways avoiding the swan at times. Something she said a while back had been rattling around in his head, and despite the incredibly disastrous potential it has, decided it would be for the best. At least it would put him in a stronger place of influence in her life and ideally dissuade those who he believes will only bring her more issues. As well, he would feel far less used. He is still finding the whole situation far from ideal. Firmly believes there are only dark skies on the horizon.
After coming into the forest to discover his hill was occupied and visiting Isiel and he son, he sought Rhona out and after making a few concerned inquiries about her state, discovered she did not want the child. The elf had suspected as much, however, but did his best to dissuade her from anything rash, trying to ensure her that she had his support in this, to ease anything he could. He wished he could bear the child for her, even. He did then bring up the topic of mates. Despite his best attempts throughout the conversation, he felt she discounted all words of comfort he offered. Elliot persisted, still, and tried to bring her some solace. It did not work, of course, and his own emotional turmoil was concealed. He was accused then of not knowing her, which was met with a slight loss of patience, but still cordial. Elliot realized perhaps he should disclose a few details so that she might start finding him at least slightly more relatable. But he was not comfortable with it today.
After a few words, confirmed something else. While certainly quite hurt by it, he could figure what it stemmed from. She then agreed to be his partner, though her reservations were obvious. The bull tried to get an honest answer from her, but there was a small outburst, which he was honestly grateful for, as he prefer earnest anger to lies of "I'm fine." He attempted to comfort her, but still noted her hesitation. Ensured she knew that if she was his, then he was hers. He was desperate to impress upon her that they were equals, especially in this. Still distraught that she just submits to him regardless of encouragement for her to make her own decisions. Tempted to let go but aware that could turn out worse.
Eventually he was left alone with Asa who had approached, which brought on feelings of nostalgia. Politely departed and proceeded to heave up what little was in his stomach in the birch, questioning his decision and recognizing the coming ailment. He was later found by the young hind and spoke to her about a few things, satisfying her curiosity as best he could while in his current mood which he masked. After she left, decided he would as well, to best be left alone.
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Name . Undisclosed
Alias . Elliot
Title . The Magus Stag
Identification . Three Peaks
Sex . Androgynous Male
Age . Mature Adult
Species . Elf
Scent . Pines, Mountain, Cold Winter Nights
Reference . ✵
Size . ✵
Diet . Vegetarian
Orientation . Asexual
Alignment . Lawful Good
Face Claim . Lee Pace
Voice . Here #A0B4D7
Links . Toyhou.se
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Real Deer Dark Pelt | Read Deer Mask | Zombie Antlers
Elliot is massive stag, even by the standards of this forest. Built powerfully with his massive height, he is a brute, if only by deer standards. He is still typical of deer in build, suited to running and leaping, though certainly not as agile as beings of small statures. His neck is thick and heavily muscled to carry the weight of his massive crown. He holds his head noticeably higher when his antlers are not in fully. Despite his size, he moves rather quietly. He walks or trots most places with very little haste.
His coat is incredibly thick, even in the summer months, with a full undercoat. His pelt is water resistant and will stop the harshest cold weather from reaching him when his winter coat is in. His fur is adapted to a far colder climate than the forest, having three layers to it. Regardless of the season, he is prone to overheating. His colors are made of warm browns, white?, and gold in the warmer months and cooler versions in the cold months. The texture of his fur is silken and moves easily in the slightest breeze. The longer patches are occasionally braided but always meticulously groomed. His feathered feet, despite the brilliant white of the fur, are never muddied. Because of his extreme attention to his own hygiene, Elliot never carries the scents typical of a feral deer. He entirely lacks pheromones that would identify his sex. Even during the rut, his increase in testosterone barely causes a shift in his scent.
The bull's crown sheds and grows every year. When his antlers are in, they are massive, spanning nearly three meters and decorated in elvish runes, which enchant them to near indestructibility. They grow in the same each year, almost identical to every pair before it. He sharpens each tine to a lethal point, despite rarely having need for such weapons. He sheds them in early March and they begin growing in days later. As a deer, he consumes over three times what he would normally while his antlers come in, so he has the necessary nutrients and energy. Velvet begins to peel in early September and take a bit over a week to thoroughly rid himself of.
In addition to his deer form, he is entirely capable of bending his form to fit his needs. Most recently, he has been seen sporting a long skull with a carnivorous set of teeth, finding it useful in intimidation as well as combat when his antlers are not yet in.
Alias . Elliot
Title . The Magus Stag
Identification . Three Peaks
Sex . Androgynous Male
*While certainly male by both his species' standards, the way he presents himself does not lean one way or another.
Age . Mature Adult
*Several thousand years old, Immortal
Species . Elf
*Appears as an Irish Elk within the forest but is capable of bending his body to his needs.
Scent . Pines, Mountain, Cold Winter Nights
*Picks up other scents based on company, but never smells of pheromones, even during the rut.
Reference . ✵
Size . ✵
Diet . Vegetarian
*Diet is a choice, capable of eating meat, refuses.
Orientation . Asexual
*Not incapable of forming romantic attachments and possibly forming a singular attraction, but incredibly unlikely.
Alignment . Lawful Good
Face Claim . Lee Pace
Voice . Here #A0B4D7
Links . Toyhou.se
Real Deer Dark Pelt | Read Deer Mask | Zombie Antlers
Elliot is massive stag, even by the standards of this forest. Built powerfully with his massive height, he is a brute, if only by deer standards. He is still typical of deer in build, suited to running and leaping, though certainly not as agile as beings of small statures. His neck is thick and heavily muscled to carry the weight of his massive crown. He holds his head noticeably higher when his antlers are not in fully. Despite his size, he moves rather quietly. He walks or trots most places with very little haste.
His coat is incredibly thick, even in the summer months, with a full undercoat. His pelt is water resistant and will stop the harshest cold weather from reaching him when his winter coat is in. His fur is adapted to a far colder climate than the forest, having three layers to it. Regardless of the season, he is prone to overheating. His colors are made of warm browns, white?, and gold in the warmer months and cooler versions in the cold months. The texture of his fur is silken and moves easily in the slightest breeze. The longer patches are occasionally braided but always meticulously groomed. His feathered feet, despite the brilliant white of the fur, are never muddied. Because of his extreme attention to his own hygiene, Elliot never carries the scents typical of a feral deer. He entirely lacks pheromones that would identify his sex. Even during the rut, his increase in testosterone barely causes a shift in his scent.
The bull's crown sheds and grows every year. When his antlers are in, they are massive, spanning nearly three meters and decorated in elvish runes, which enchant them to near indestructibility. They grow in the same each year, almost identical to every pair before it. He sharpens each tine to a lethal point, despite rarely having need for such weapons. He sheds them in early March and they begin growing in days later. As a deer, he consumes over three times what he would normally while his antlers come in, so he has the necessary nutrients and energy. Velvet begins to peel in early September and take a bit over a week to thoroughly rid himself of.
In addition to his deer form, he is entirely capable of bending his form to fit his needs. Most recently, he has been seen sporting a long skull with a carnivorous set of teeth, finding it useful in intimidation as well as combat when his antlers are not yet in.
Name . Undisclosed
Alias . Elliot
Title . The Magus Stag
Identification . Three Peaks
Sex . Androgynous Male
Age . Mature Adult
Species . Elf
Scent . Pines, Mountain, Cold Winter Nights
Reference . ✵
Size . ✵
Diet . Vegetarian
Orientation . Asexual
Alignment . Lawful Good
Face Claim . Lee Pace
Voice . #A0B4D7
Links . Toyhou.se
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Real Deer Dark Pelt | Read Deer Mask | Zombie Antlers
Elliot is massive stag, even by the standards of this forest. Built powerfully with his massive height, he is a brute, if only by deer standards. He is still typical of deer in build, suited to running and leaping, though certainly not as agile as beings of small statures. His neck is thick and heavily muscled to carry the weight of his massive crown. He holds his head noticeably higher when his antlers are not in fully. Despite his size, he moves rather quietly. He walks or trots most places with very little haste.
His coat is incredibly thick, even in the summer months, with a full undercoat. His pelt is water resistant and will stop the harshest cold weather from reaching him when his winter coat is in. His fur is adapted to a far colder climate than the forest, having three layers to it. Regardless of the season, he is prone to overheating. His colors are made of warm browns, white?, and gold in the warmer months and cooler versions in the cold months. The texture of his fur is silken and moves easily in the slightest breeze. The longer patches are occasionally braided but always meticulously groomed. His feathered feet, despite the brilliant white of the fur, are never muddied. Because of his extreme attention to his own hygiene, Elliot never carries the scents typical of a feral deer. He entirely lacks pheromones that would identify his sex. Even during the rut, his increase in testosterone barely causes a shift in his scent.
The bull's crown sheds and grows every year. When his antlers are in, they are massive, spanning nearly three meters and decorated in elvish runes, which enchant them to near indestructibility. They grow in the same each year, almost identical to every pair before it. He sharpens each tine to a lethal point, despite rarely having need for such weapons. He sheds them in early March and they begin growing in days later. As a deer, he consumes over three times what he would normally while his antlers come in, so he has the necessary nutrients and energy. Velvet begins to peel in early September and take a bit over a week to thoroughly rid himself of.
In addition to his deer form, he is entirely capable of bending his form to fit his needs. Most recently, he has been seen sporting a long skull with a carnivorous set of teeth, finding it useful in intimidation as well as combat when his antlers are not yet in.
Alias . Elliot
Title . The Magus Stag
Identification . Three Peaks
Sex . Androgynous Male
*While certainly male by both his species' standards, the way he presents himself does not lean one way or another.
Age . Mature Adult
*Several thousand years old, Immortal
Species . Elf
*Appears as an Irish Elk within the forest but is capable of bending his body to his needs.
Scent . Pines, Mountain, Cold Winter Nights
*Picks up other scents based on company, but never smells of pheromones, even during the rut.
Reference . ✵
Size . ✵
Diet . Vegetarian
*Diet is a choice, capable of eating meat, refuses.
Orientation . Asexual
*Not incapable of forming romantic attachments and possibly forming a singular attraction, but incredibly unlikely.
Alignment . Lawful Good
Face Claim . Lee Pace
Voice . #A0B4D7
Links . Toyhou.se
Real Deer Dark Pelt | Read Deer Mask | Zombie Antlers
Elliot is massive stag, even by the standards of this forest. Built powerfully with his massive height, he is a brute, if only by deer standards. He is still typical of deer in build, suited to running and leaping, though certainly not as agile as beings of small statures. His neck is thick and heavily muscled to carry the weight of his massive crown. He holds his head noticeably higher when his antlers are not in fully. Despite his size, he moves rather quietly. He walks or trots most places with very little haste.
His coat is incredibly thick, even in the summer months, with a full undercoat. His pelt is water resistant and will stop the harshest cold weather from reaching him when his winter coat is in. His fur is adapted to a far colder climate than the forest, having three layers to it. Regardless of the season, he is prone to overheating. His colors are made of warm browns, white?, and gold in the warmer months and cooler versions in the cold months. The texture of his fur is silken and moves easily in the slightest breeze. The longer patches are occasionally braided but always meticulously groomed. His feathered feet, despite the brilliant white of the fur, are never muddied. Because of his extreme attention to his own hygiene, Elliot never carries the scents typical of a feral deer. He entirely lacks pheromones that would identify his sex. Even during the rut, his increase in testosterone barely causes a shift in his scent.
The bull's crown sheds and grows every year. When his antlers are in, they are massive, spanning nearly three meters and decorated in elvish runes, which enchant them to near indestructibility. They grow in the same each year, almost identical to every pair before it. He sharpens each tine to a lethal point, despite rarely having need for such weapons. He sheds them in early March and they begin growing in days later. As a deer, he consumes over three times what he would normally while his antlers come in, so he has the necessary nutrients and energy. Velvet begins to peel in early September and take a bit over a week to thoroughly rid himself of.
In addition to his deer form, he is entirely capable of bending his form to fit his needs. Most recently, he has been seen sporting a long skull with a carnivorous set of teeth, finding it useful in intimidation as well as combat when his antlers are not yet in.
The Elf
Elliot's true form is that of a Noldor Elf. His lineage traces straight back to the first elves. He is quite tall, standing at 196 centimeters, with a lean, corded build suited for physical activity. His skin is a pale, typical of an elf, with refined features that cause him to present as rather androgynous. Having entered what can loosely be considered "old age" for an elf, he can now also be seen occasionally sport a 5 o'clock shadow or even a slight beard. However, using magic, he generally keeps his face clean shaven and smooth to the touch out of vanity. His long, silken mahogany hair lies straight and is most often worn down or with braids. Occasionally, he can be seen sporting a pony tail or something loose during travel or combat.
In his true form, a past of war and violence becomes far more evident. While his natural pallor makes it difficult to discern, his body is littered in scars. The most severe lay on his back, a result of decades of torment, memories so sharp that the scar have not faded as one would expect. Marks from war and capture little his body, only those with strong memories never leaving. In time of great stress or anger, there are rare occasions where the scars of his distant past may appear on his form, demonstrating the battles he has scene number in the thousands.
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Sarkoja - ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵
Silverfang - ✵ ✵
Sleepything - ✵
Sonatine - ✵
Sqd - ✵
Veedeer - ✵
Vessan - ✵
Wake - ✵
W0lfclaw - ✵
Tolkien, Mountains, Wales, Hidden Places, Ruins, Forests, Elder Scrolls, Cloudy days, The scent of rain, The scent of snow, Aurora Borealis, Swords, Bows, Berries, Golden armor, Long hair, Falling leaves, Quiet sounds of Nature, Musty Books, Classical Music, Movie Soundtracks, Pathfinder, Wind, Ocean Waves, Hidden Places
Age has crafted a genuinely calm individual. Wisdom of centuries tempers his every action. Outbursts are exceedingly rare and even in the most trying situations, he is often level headed and rational. Logic, honor, and morality dictate most of his decisions. He does not show much as far as his emotions go. Despite this, he can resort to violence quickly in the right situation. There are times he firmly believes that only pain or death will resolve a situation, as many individuals he has encounters that appear classically evil or otherwise never are incline to change their ways and forever will wish harm. With this acceptance of violence also come an ability to bring harm without succumbing to emotions. Fighting is generally a cold activity, done without hate or anger, only a purpose.
Articulate and well spoken, he can navigate most conversations well, though finds it difficult and trying when speaking to those who seem determined for conflict. Compassionate with most, while distant, but similarly will not forever waste effort on a lost cause. Able to accept that there are those who will never like him. Still, he does seek to right any wrong he has committed should it be brought to his attention.
Elliot keeps much to himself, more than most. Tru aspects of his personality rarely surface and there are side to him that very few are aware of, even those who have known him for centuries.
Elliot has lived quite a long life and thus has a long list of regrets. He has made many mistakes given his longevity and hold himself accountable centuries after an incident may have passed. Often, this results in guilty submission in some minor degree to any he has wronged. He has learned from the majority of his mistakes and thus rarely repeats them.
In addition to being haunted by regrets, he has had something of a traumatic past, having suffered at the hands of countless individuals. Deep seated trust issues have kept him quiet to most, as he suspects any may some day use what information he gives them against him. He believes very few individuals are intrinsically good and most are only as good as the world allows them to be. He does not fault others for this, but he does have a very cynical view of others. Thus, he is almost never surprised by betrayal.
However, to the very select few who do earn some of his trust, Elliot is infallibly loyal. While he tries not to overly involve himself in the affairs of his friends, he fiercely defends those he cares about when necessary, selflessly so. He will go to the ends of the earth to help those he cares about and those he loves will find he would never give up on them. That being said, very few fall into this category due to how he keeps the world at a distance.
Age has crafted a genuinely calm individual. Wisdom of centuries tempers his every action. Outbursts are exceedingly rare and even in the most trying situations, he is often level headed and rational. Logic, honor, and morality dictate most of his decisions. He does not show much as far as his emotions go. Despite this, he can resort to violence quickly in the right situation. There are times he firmly believes that only pain or death will resolve a situation, as many individuals he has encounters that appear classically evil or otherwise never are incline to change their ways and forever will wish harm. With this acceptance of violence also come an ability to bring harm without succumbing to emotions. Fighting is generally a cold activity, done without hate or anger, only a purpose.
Articulate and well spoken, he can navigate most conversations well, though finds it difficult and trying when speaking to those who seem determined for conflict. Compassionate with most, while distant, but similarly will not forever waste effort on a lost cause. Able to accept that there are those who will never like him. Still, he does seek to right any wrong he has committed should it be brought to his attention.
Elliot keeps much to himself, more than most. Tru aspects of his personality rarely surface and there are side to him that very few are aware of, even those who have known him for centuries.
Elliot has lived quite a long life and thus has a long list of regrets. He has made many mistakes given his longevity and hold himself accountable centuries after an incident may have passed. Often, this results in guilty submission in some minor degree to any he has wronged. He has learned from the majority of his mistakes and thus rarely repeats them.
In addition to being haunted by regrets, he has had something of a traumatic past, having suffered at the hands of countless individuals. Deep seated trust issues have kept him quiet to most, as he suspects any may some day use what information he gives them against him. He believes very few individuals are intrinsically good and most are only as good as the world allows them to be. He does not fault others for this, but he does have a very cynical view of others. Thus, he is almost never surprised by betrayal.
However, to the very select few who do earn some of his trust, Elliot is infallibly loyal. While he tries not to overly involve himself in the affairs of his friends, he fiercely defends those he cares about when necessary, selflessly so. He will go to the ends of the earth to help those he cares about and those he loves will find he would never give up on them. That being said, very few fall into this category due to how he keeps the world at a distance.
✵ He will not always save others. He does not like to see individuals suffer, but when it comes to mortal life, he acknowledges how short it is and tends to view it as simply delaying the inevitable. Thus he is likely to ease pain, or in extreme circumstance, end the suffering all together as an act of mercy.
✵ Fears nothing except the loss of his loved ones. This stems initially from the loss of his family when he was young, first his mother as a child, then his betrothed, followed by the death of his father when he was a young adult by elven standards. He later came to lose many friends and companions, through death or distance. He is very hesitant to form bonds because of this. He knows he will outlive most others.
✵ Incredibly critical of himself. He holds himself to a ridiculously high standard that he almost never achieves, near perfection is what he strives for. He acknowledges that he can not be perfect, no one can, but aims for it regardless, feeling that should he aim lower, he will not be able to live with himself. He does not hold others to this standard and tries not to be judgmental toward others.
✵ Has a long memory when it comes to his own mistakes and losses. Guilt he feels over something he did thousands of years ago will resurface with just a small reminder. The loss of someone dear can remain raw just as long.
✵ Under the right circumstance, he can hold a grudge for a very long time. Generally, he tries to forgive others for their actions, but he will never forget. Some things he refuses to forgive and some personalities he can not forgive. He is aware people change over time, but he generally does not trust a drastic change to last. He is not vindictive or usually aggressive. If he believes he needs to act against someone, it is likely he will try to kill them rather than simply attacking them.
✵ Hardened by a difficult past. His spirit has been broken and restored enough times that very few things can cut him deeply, even by close relations. Threats, insults, and the like tend to roll off him, neither bother nor necessarily caring what was said. Actions speak louder than words. Such words against others are more likely to irk him, but are judged on a case by case basis.
✵ Honor bound in almost aspects. If his foe were to drop their weapon, would allow them to pick it up, will not attack a foe who has surrendered, will not lie. He will almost always step in the line of fire for someone seen as innocent or weak. He rarely walks away from a challenge. If he makes a mistake, he will try to rectify it to the best of his abilities.
✵ Has a prejudice to a few difference species and practices. On a whole, dislikes dragons due to past experiences. He can be proven wrong, but he is incredibly used to them being beings of destruction and chaos.
✵ Fears nothing except the loss of his loved ones. This stems initially from the loss of his family when he was young, first his mother as a child, then his betrothed, followed by the death of his father when he was a young adult by elven standards. He later came to lose many friends and companions, through death or distance. He is very hesitant to form bonds because of this. He knows he will outlive most others.
✵ Incredibly critical of himself. He holds himself to a ridiculously high standard that he almost never achieves, near perfection is what he strives for. He acknowledges that he can not be perfect, no one can, but aims for it regardless, feeling that should he aim lower, he will not be able to live with himself. He does not hold others to this standard and tries not to be judgmental toward others.
✵ Has a long memory when it comes to his own mistakes and losses. Guilt he feels over something he did thousands of years ago will resurface with just a small reminder. The loss of someone dear can remain raw just as long.
✵ Under the right circumstance, he can hold a grudge for a very long time. Generally, he tries to forgive others for their actions, but he will never forget. Some things he refuses to forgive and some personalities he can not forgive. He is aware people change over time, but he generally does not trust a drastic change to last. He is not vindictive or usually aggressive. If he believes he needs to act against someone, it is likely he will try to kill them rather than simply attacking them.
✵ Hardened by a difficult past. His spirit has been broken and restored enough times that very few things can cut him deeply, even by close relations. Threats, insults, and the like tend to roll off him, neither bother nor necessarily caring what was said. Actions speak louder than words. Such words against others are more likely to irk him, but are judged on a case by case basis.
✵ Honor bound in almost aspects. If his foe were to drop their weapon, would allow them to pick it up, will not attack a foe who has surrendered, will not lie. He will almost always step in the line of fire for someone seen as innocent or weak. He rarely walks away from a challenge. If he makes a mistake, he will try to rectify it to the best of his abilities.
✵ Has a prejudice to a few difference species and practices. On a whole, dislikes dragons due to past experiences. He can be proven wrong, but he is incredibly used to them being beings of destruction and chaos.
Feral Combat
Experienced in combat, though not necessarily as a deer. Understand anatomy and exceedingly intelligent. Fast despite his size and focuses on dealing a few incapacitating blows rather than causing mass amounts of damage and recklessly sustaining injuries. Lighter than a number of the giants in the forest, fairs well with those around his size. His tines are used defensively and offensively.
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Ionneg. Vir. Son. The centerpiece of his existence. Born the 19th of Lótessë, to Rhona. His birth motivated him to draw himself from a deep depression. He loves the fawn and cherishes him unconditionally, always struggling to be as good a father as his own. The elf views this as his only chance to redeem himself to Rhona as well. He is determined to ensure his son grows into a fine adult, proving that something with poorly conceived beginnings can be something wonderful. He finds himself grateful now for Vrath, fearing previously this may all turn out poorly.
Brother. While obviously quite different from one another, he finds a sibling bond in the Lion that he has not found in any other. His different perspective makes him a breath of fresh air at some times and incredibly frustrating at others. Still, he is incredibly close and open with Kuwaka, loving him as family.
Nephew. Of Kuwaka's children, he is the closest to Cillian. He helped Kuwaka raise him and taught him many things along side his brother. He is quite proud of the man he sees Cillian becoming. He does not stop worrying as the painted lion matures, and while not around as often as he was, he is greatly loved.
Niece. Kuwaka's daughter by Hlif. A bit distant from her and her sister as compared to Cillian given that Hlif raised them intially. He is concerned for that, as Hlif's culture contradicts many of his own ideals. In a way, grateful that Kuwaka solely raises her and her sister now. Loves.
Niece. Kuwaka's daughter by Hlif. A bit distant from her and her sister as compared to Cillian given that Hlif raised them intially. He is concerned for that, as Hlif's culture contradicts many of his own ideals. In a way, grateful that Kuwaka solely raises her and her sister now. Loves.
Niece. Deceased. Kuwaka's daughter by Anja. A child he never had the chance to meet and sorely regrets that, even if it would have made her passing difficult for him. Quietly lays blame for her death on her mother.
Ward. A youth, seen as Kuwaka's son, who has always proved difficult to connect with. He faults himself more for it, as well as whatever trials he may have been through before now. Loves and hopes he can open himself to his brother.
Fiance. Deceased. Things.
Mother. Deceased. Things.
Father. Deceased. Things.
Ionneg. Vir. Son. The centerpiece of his existence. Born the 19th of Lótessë, to Rhona. His birth motivated him to draw himself from a deep depression. He loves the fawn and cherishes him unconditionally, always struggling to be as good a father as his own. The elf views this as his only chance to redeem himself to Rhona as well. He is determined to ensure his son grows into a fine adult, proving that something with poorly conceived beginnings can be something wonderful. He finds himself grateful now for Vrath, fearing previously this may all turn out poorly.
Brother. While obviously quite different from one another, he finds a sibling bond in the Lion that he has not found in any other. His different perspective makes him a breath of fresh air at some times and incredibly frustrating at others. Still, he is incredibly close and open with Kuwaka, loving him as family.
Nephew. Of Kuwaka's children, he is the closest to Cillian. He helped Kuwaka raise him and taught him many things along side his brother. He is quite proud of the man he sees Cillian becoming. He does not stop worrying as the painted lion matures, and while not around as often as he was, he is greatly loved.
Niece. Kuwaka's daughter by Hlif. A bit distant from her and her sister as compared to Cillian given that Hlif raised them intially. He is concerned for that, as Hlif's culture contradicts many of his own ideals. In a way, grateful that Kuwaka solely raises her and her sister now. Loves.
Niece. Kuwaka's daughter by Hlif. A bit distant from her and her sister as compared to Cillian given that Hlif raised them intially. He is concerned for that, as Hlif's culture contradicts many of his own ideals. In a way, grateful that Kuwaka solely raises her and her sister now. Loves.
Niece. Deceased. Kuwaka's daughter by Anja. A child he never had the chance to meet and sorely regrets that, even if it would have made her passing difficult for him. Quietly lays blame for her death on her mother.
Ward. A youth, seen as Kuwaka's son, who has always proved difficult to connect with. He faults himself more for it, as well as whatever trials he may have been through before now. Loves and hopes he can open himself to his brother.
Fiance. Deceased. Things.
Mother. Deceased. Things.
Father. Deceased. Things.
Haerelel. Friend. Among those in the forest, the Eclipse is the closest he might have to a friend. His general distant demeanor makes it difficult to get close to others and vice versa, but he has been more open to her than any other. Generally, he keeps silent company with her and is quite content for such.
Compatriot. Currently, their relationship is rather rocky. What had begun as positive and calm immediately soured after the pregnancy of Rhona by his doing. He has come to believe she loathes him and perhaps accepts that. He still thinks very highly of her and trusts her to be the true mother to his son. Still the elf is made incredibly insecure by the Wanderess's presence and secretly longs for her forgiveness.
A youth who is eager to learn and Elliot is happy to teach him. He has taken the youth to his home and taught him elements of his language. Any day he sees Tig is a good day. He has been missing for some time, but is hardly forgotten.
A sweet cheetah that sheds the stereotypes of predators with her care for the orphan children of the forest. He appreciates her quiet company and is always glad for her presence, even if he occasionally fails to show it.
Lokstrunvild. Silent and feral, but admire for the simpler aspects of their existence. He is protective of the mule deer, aware that events of the forest may go beyond their understanding and believes any malice toward them is not truly deserved.
Faskgolkelm. One who is rare, but provides a calm and wise persepctive of the event in the forest that both compliment and differ from his own views. While having not spent as much time as he would wish with the aged stag, he enjoys his visits.
Student. The viking child took an interest in his magic and after some time, decided he would take the youth under his tutelage. He still remains hesitant to teach certain things, as he fears the youth lacks a true respect for the effect of the powers he would wield.
Quiet company he seeks out in the forest. He has a distant watch for her family, aware Kuwaka is fond of her daughter. He appreciates the calm of her presence.
A pleasant winged doe that he has spent time with when he is around. Find her calming and that he ate least holds a degree of similarity to her. Confided something difficult in her in a weak moment and feels that he may have burdened her. Enjoyable to be about.
Ruinaear. Firebrand. Much has transpired between himself and the Red Swan. He had admired the hind for a while for her character and become fond of her, but only ever platonic. Events prior to her death had left his views of their interactions tainted and himself unsure on how he ever stood. He regretted the occurrence, but missed her and separated his shame from his grief so that he did not tarnish his image of her, though realized there was far more to her than she had ever let on. When she came back from death, he stuck to her side, but as he learned she was carrying his son and events progressed, the relationship became something uncomfortable for both, eventually becoming something unhealthy for both. Briefly, they were mates but such dissolved after the birth of Vrath.
A large, wine hued hind that Elliot has spent time with as long as he has been about the forest. She is silent company he can always appreciate.
Someone close to his brother. Skeptical of.
The lanky dog remains on the great bull's radar after a few repeated incidents in the canine's youth. He recalls the instability but now sees Starless as well meaning if a bit feral and ill mannered.
He views her as strong and admirable and believes he needs to seek her forgiveness after an incident that he is well aware offended her. He does not entirely regret his actions, but is aware he was at fault.
Danger. Reckless. An individual whom he has defended a few from in the past upon his first encounter with them. He has grown to think them simply a beast of carnage, rather than attributing maliciousness to their behavior. Still, he would not show mercy if he needed to contend with them.
Yolkeinqeth. Defiler. Broken. A male Elliot had once been rather fond of but given his actions toward Rhona and what he made the red swan into, he thinks the Inferno a twisted and broken being. While bound to Rhona, he treated the other with grudging civility, but now that he no longer must consider her, he will not hesitate to attack the Inferno if he should try to involve himself in any of the elf's affairs.
Saboteur. A true villain in the eyes of Elliot. Haakon has only brought sorrow and pain to those who care about him with no consideration to his loved ones. His influence is like an illness and only leads those that follow him into ruin with his narcissism. Never did Elliot lay a hand or speak out against him, out of consideration for Kuwaka, who clung to his last blood tie. Once it was severed, Elliot was overjoyed. Should he ever see the Hurricane again, he would gladly bring ruin to him.
Seditionist. Hammel is viewed as one who sows discord in his wake. Elliot believes any who associate positively with the White Raven with become caught up in the violence that clings to him.
In the few discussions he has had with the male, Elliot has found numerous parallels between him and those whom he has quarreled with in the past. He has grown to loathe Hammel and will not tolerate even his proximity.
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Years of the trees
1493 (VY)
Born the 28th of Hísimë (Nov 13) after his mother and father followed Fëanor along with the majority of the Noldor elves to Aman, now known to most as Middle Earth. He was born in Beleriand.
First Age
130
Constructs a home in Gondolin, where he lives primarily.
510
Fall of Gondolin. Guards the retreat of residents through a hidden tunnel. Thousands are lost. Nearly dies, impaled on an orc spear. Rescued and taken to safety, unconscious. Awakens two days after the dust settles and informed thousands had perished and the great city has fallen.
545
The War of Wrath begins. Elliot is among those fighting, ever eager to serve his king, still thirsting for revenge against the forces of darknesss
Second Age
alll the things
Third Age
Peaceful age for Elliot... SORTA
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Of Elves
✵ The Elves of Arda are incredibly androgynous. There is almost no difference between males or females save what is needed for reproduction. Elves do not have body hair or have any difference between the sexes in physical ability. As a whole, elves are a tall race, leaning toward lithe.
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"Can't you end your life if you wished to? Or is this your own curse? To watch all your beloved ones die right in front of your eyes."
"Soon my life will be just another faint memory to you."
"You are my brother, Manadhon."
"I hate you and I hate your fucking fawn!"
MEMORIES of rp
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Also didn't finish up in here
SKILLSSSSS
he do the swords, the bow, the instruments, the poetry, the cooking, the smithing, a real renaissance manLorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consetetur sadipscing elitr, sed diam nonumy eirmod tempor invidunt ut labore et dolore magna aliquyam erat, sed diam voluptua. At vero eos et accusam et justo duo dolores et ea rebum. Stet clita kasd gubergren, no sea takimata sanctus est Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consetetur sadipscing elitr, sed diam nonumy eirmod tempor invidunt ut labore et dolore magna aliquyam erat, sed diam voluptua. At vero eos et accusam et justo duo dolores et ea rebum. Stet clita kasd gubergren, no sea takimata sanctus est Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consetetur sadipscing elitr, sed diam nonumy eirmod tempor invidunt ut labore et dolore magna aliquyam erat, sed diam voluptua. At vero eos et accusam et justo duo dolores et ea rebum. Stet clita kasd gubergren, no sea takimata sanctus est Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet.
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MAGIC
how do I explain
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✵ A sheepskin from Arat
✵ Cookies from Rota (and other things but I FORGET)
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✵ Twin scimitars, forged by his own hand, glows in the presence of orcs and goblins. Lightly enchanted.
✵ A bastard sword, almost unwieldy, lightly enchanted, glows in the presence of orcs and goblins. Forged by his own hand.
✵ Suit of armor, light but full, lightly enchanted and nearly indestructible. Forged alongside his father after the death of his mother. Beautifully designed but practical. Used in times of war.
✵ Ranger armor, gifted by the northmen centuries ago, used when traveling or when blending into human towns.
✵ A bow made from a branch of Telperion. Highly magical, indestructible. A near impossible draw for most, exceedingly accurate, fires arrows that are unaffected by wind and always seem to find their target, even those under enchantment. Inherited from his father.
✵ The antlers of a dong dead Irish Elk that gave rise to his feral form, mounted above his headboard in his bedroom.
✵ So many other things, elliot has too much stuffffff.
✵ Cookies from Rota (and other things but I FORGET)
✵ Twin scimitars, forged by his own hand, glows in the presence of orcs and goblins. Lightly enchanted.
✵ A bastard sword, almost unwieldy, lightly enchanted, glows in the presence of orcs and goblins. Forged by his own hand.
✵ Suit of armor, light but full, lightly enchanted and nearly indestructible. Forged alongside his father after the death of his mother. Beautifully designed but practical. Used in times of war.
✵ Ranger armor, gifted by the northmen centuries ago, used when traveling or when blending into human towns.
✵ A bow made from a branch of Telperion. Highly magical, indestructible. A near impossible draw for most, exceedingly accurate, fires arrows that are unaffected by wind and always seem to find their target, even those under enchantment. Inherited from his father.
✵ The antlers of a dong dead Irish Elk that gave rise to his feral form, mounted above his headboard in his bedroom.
✵ So many other things, elliot has too much stuffffff.
Niiice About time you got
About time you got this on.
tracking this too bless
I FORGOT TO TRACK THE BOI
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stumbled upon this beautiful
Best ada.
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