Name: - Furthir

Age:- 55

Gender: - Male

Skills:

Swordsmanship: A great swordsman even for elves. Does not like any other types of weapons besides daggers. Uses a combat syle based on slashing and getting around your enemies guard. Uses a one handed sword but usually carries no shield in battle. His sword is strait and of medium length and a thing blade.

Smithing: Neither a novice nor expert smith. He is good at making swords. He makes his own swords.

Plant Growing/Carving: He is an expert carver and he loves making wood pieces for his home and others. His house is very cleverly designed(made by himself) to be very easily exesible. He also loves to make plants grow and has his own personal garden.

Race: - Elf

Hair: - Brown

Eyes: - Blue

Home Village: - Elesmera

Parents: - Darna and Mojaz

Siblings: -(none)
Character Personality:
Furthir is a very nice elf who loves being among people. Ever since he was young it was a rare sight if you saw him alone. Most of the time he loved to linger by his friends. Most of the elves who know him well believe that he does this because of the fact that he misses his parents so much. As he grew older Furthir began to love to learn about things. At every chance possible he thought himself new things and his thirst for knowledge was infinite. It was not long before he became a master about the knowledge of Alagaisia and the animals inside. By the time he was 30 years old he could name every animal that inhabited the Boar Mountains. Another thing Furthir loved to do in his free time was sing to plants. One of his favorite things was to sit on the knoll of a stump outside his home and sing to the plants around him. Quickly the height and size of his garden grew until it was one of the most beautiful places in Elesmera. At the same time he sang to his home making it a beautiful tall tree that had many interesting bends in it's trunk. The downside of this was that it caused Furthir to become very tired a lot because of the energy required to make a tree grow. Another aspect of Furthir's character is that he looooves children. It does not matter if they are small or tall, or even what race they are from he loves them as long as they are sweet children. Some close to him believe that this is because he feels sympathy for them because of the hard times he had as a child.

Character History:
"Die!" cried a voice. Furthir whipped his head around. He heard his parents horses neighing in panic. What was going on?He looked around to see his mother and father blasted by a searge of light.
"Parents!" cried Furthir. Turning his horse around he saw advancing apon him what appeared to be a human, but Furthir just had to look at his parents to realize that that was not what he was. Whatever it is, thought Furthir its about to feel the pain of my sword. Lifting his sword high over his head Furthir crashed it down upon the advancing creature; only to have his blow blocked by a movement faster then normal eyes could see. Furthir stopped stunned that his blow had been blocked. Immediately though Furthir had to use his sword again; this time to block an amazingly fast sword sized aimed at his throat. It's very fast... thought Furthir warily. Suddenly Furthir found himself lying on the ground on top of his hoarse with the taste of blood in his mouth. He jumped up and looking around immediately understood what had happened. The attacker had struck at his horse and when its legs had buckled Furthir had fallen to the ground and bit his tongue. Now he saw the enemy advancing upon him once more.
"You shall die!" cried the creature. "We are Brack and we shall kill you!"
Oh man... thought Furthir. It's a shade.... Although Furthir had heard of slaves before he had never seen one in flesh and blood. Now that Furthir knew that the creature before him was a slave he knew that he could not last much longer before the slave unleashed a powerful magical attack. Lunging forward Furthir went on the offensive. Dodging attacks and pushing the shade backwards. At the same time he pressed at the shade's consciousness trying to confuse it enough so that it would make a mistake in battle. Then after Furthir had been trying to find an advantage for five minutes, the shade stumbled over a fallen branch. Seizing the opportunity Furthir jumped forwards and stabbed the shade through its forehead. Brack smiled and dissipated.
Furthir stopped; breathing heavily. He turned around a wept at the sight of his parents laying on the ground, dead.


Weapons:

Sword: Uses a strait sword and forgoes a shield for less weight. Uses a slash and stab fighting style.

Likes: -
Farming
Carving
Werecats
Dislikes: -
Liers
Meat
Weakness / Fear: - Has a strong feer of Razak. He has a strong weakness of ranged weopons because he does not have one.

Animal Companions: -
Werecat(named Bantor)

Character's Physical Description:
He has brown hair. He is tall and does not appear strong but is, a characteristic most elves share. He is also of medium weight for his height.

Dreams for the Future: -
To kill Brack the shade. To have galbatorix overthrown.

Reason for Dreams: -
For revenge and to help others.

Alignment/side: - Against galbatorix. Alignment mainly with the elves.

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