Race: Moon Elf
Height: 6ft
Weight: 152lbs
Age: 123
Skin: Pale, almost ivory with a light blue tinge at the tips of his ears and his fingertips.
Eyes: Blue flecked with gold
Hair: Blue-black w/ the very tips dyed silver
Appearance: Tall and slender, like most of his kind, Kaelen has a toned physique that comes from years upon years of training. Typically, his hair is kept long, falling to just past his shoulders and left loose, and his preferred garb is a simple blue tunic with his shirt of mithral chain beneath, black breeches and soft, elven-made boots. He wields a finely crafted longsword, the Selunel family blade, and often wears a dark cloak to better melt into the shadows if need be. He has an almost otherworldly quality to his appearance, largely due to having spent the majority of his years on the island of Evermeet.
Bio: Born in Evermeet, in the year 1251 DR, Kaelen's father died while he was still just a child, and he never knew his mother. Raised by his grandfather, he grew up on tale's of his father's heroic deeds, and longed to become a Bladesinger just like him. When he neared the proper age to begin training, his grandfather began instructing him personally, teaching him ancient techniques that were not normally part of a Bladesinger's training. It was later that his grandfather told him the thruth, telling him the history of the Duskblades, a lost branch of Bladesingers that had been thought lost...their Art associated with the evils of the Vyshaanti empire during the Crown Wars. Though shocked, Kaelen continued his training until his grandfather's death during the attack on Evermeet by Kymil Nimesin in 1371 DR.
Three years later, Kaelen eagerly volunteered for Seiveril Miritar's Crusade, and fought valiantly against the Daemonfey, masking his style by incorporating the dance-like fighting of a Bladesinger. When the Crusade followed the Fey'ri to Cormanthor, Kaelen continued to fight, though he became separated from the elven army during the latter portion of the campaign when the scouting party he was part of was attacked by devils, and almost slaughtered completely. He managed to escape, but became lost in the vast depths of Cormanthor, where he eventually ran afoul of a group of Vhaeraunite drow. They overwhelmed him, and he ended up taking a poisoned bolt in the arm, slowly dying while the Vhaeraunites moved in for the kill. In the last moment, another group of drow appeared, fighting off the Vhaeraunites and taking the delirious, dying moon elf back to their camp.
Awaking in a strange place surrounded by drow, naturally, alarmed the young elf, but he was too weak to try and fight, and still delirious from the poison. Somehow, though, he managed to flee, stumbling weakly through the trees and losing himself even more, the world seeming to spin around him. It was in the midst of the forest, in a clearing illuminated by the light of the moon, that he encountered something incredible...a sighting of the Dark Maiden herself, dancing, drenched in silvery light.
He returned to the camp the next morning, the poison gone from his system, and thanked the drow, priestesses and followers of Eilistraee, for rescuing him...and pledged himself to the Dark Maiden, staying with the drow for a time and even picking up some of their language before news of the Crusade's victory drew him back toward his own people...
(phew, that was long...heh. I plan on writing a short story to flesh that last bit out, so...look forward to it
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