Viephrin Lhalar
(Pronunciation: Vay-Frin La-Lar)
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Gender: Male
Age: 82 (mid to late 20's in appearance)
Race: Half Dark Elf/Half Wood Elf
Orientation: Bisexual
Occupation: Hired Sword
Height and Build: 6'3" Lean but well muscled
Important Physical Traits:
- Ashen grey skin
- Ruby red eyes
- Numerous scars on his body, but the most prevalent being an uncountable amount of whip scars on his back
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Skills/Strengths:
- Stealth
- Two weapon fighting (dual short swords)
- Archery
- Dark vision - up to 40 feet flawlessly and 80 feet with some difficulty
- Minor nature magic
- Enhance a natural ability at the cost of another, for example, increase his strength but weaken his stamina, or increase his hearing but weaken his sight, etc
Flaws/Weaknesses:
- Long periods in bright sunlight gives him migraines and makes it difficult for him to see
- His abilities in magics proficient to both his peoples is limited because he's a half breed
- Headstrong
Brief Synopsis:
Viephrin Grew up among his mother's people, the dark elves of the under dark. He possessed their darken skin, crimson Eyes, and pale white hair. However, as he grew it became obvious that he was different, something no one let him forget. His skin never darkened to meet those of his siblings, and his magical abilities varied so widely that no one could doubt his sullied bloodline. After much questioning his mother came clean about her affair, and while she was pardoned, though lost her status of priestess, Viephrin was not so lucky. In a society that highly favored women anyway, he was at a disadvantage from the start, and was punished heavily for something he had no control over. He essentially became a slave, working long hours for little to no pay, his skin whipped bloody at the slightest falter in his duties or behavior. What free time he did have was spent training by himself, learning to master his body and skills in order to eventually make his escape.
It wasn't until his early adult years that he was able to free himself, and he never looked back. He knew it was unlikely his people would search the surface for a whelp like him. He had nothing and no one, and so he made himself a life a sellsword, using it as an opportunity to travel and enhance his skills, something he still does to this day. And while he would never admit it, the elven man is lonely, drowning himself in men, woman, and alcohol at every corner just trying to ease the ache in his heart and soul.
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n/a for now

