Post by fade on Sept 7, 2009 11:49:57 GMT -6
Name:Captain Felshen Cresting
Age: 2,700
Gender: Male
Race: Forest Elf
Hails From: Tatre Archipelago
Ranking: Captain.
Weapons: A long slightly curved blade with a gold pommel and hand guard with a blue clothed hilt. The blade was found among the ruins of an ancient civilization, perfectly preserved off the coast of the Forsaken Lands.
Abilities: Felshen is extremely powerful in the use of earth magic, and a natural with the sword. Using his Earth magick, it is rumored that he created an island in the coastal waters of the Tatre Archipelago which he now uses as his base of operations. His skill in the sword is well known across the Tatre Archipelago, and other coastal regions.
Companions: None in need of crew
Occupation: Captain of The Grey Heron, Adventurer, and Merchant.
Vessel The Grey Heron
Appearance:
Personality:An adventure loving Wood Elf who enjoys the company of his crew and a gold coin or two. Not really greedy, he sees his crew as family and everyone is given equal shares to whatever treasures they may find. He has a strong distrust of Vampires and steers his vessel clear of any ports he suspects may house the creatures of the night, and prefers to drop anchor at sea instead of Ports, because they "Smell Bad"
History: Born into a higher class family of priests and healers, Felshens magical potential was nearly a sure fire thing. for the first thousand years of his life, he grudgingly accepted his existence as the son of a Terratress. He was eventually given the position of Terrator to his village and privately honed and expanded his earth magic potential. Time wore on him like a bad song, life was safe, he had a wife, wealth, and everything he needed along side his priestly duties. But, life was dull, the forest stagnant and unchanging. The daily grind was a mix of bureaucracy and politics and he longed for liberation.
One day a human down on his luck came through the wood elf village Felshen made his home. He was in desperate need of money and came to Felshen for assistance. The man told Felshen of his life at sea and he was intrigued. The human owned an old ship, which he was willing to sell for he was giving up his adventuring ways. Felshen, who longed for escape jumped at the opportunity. He left in the night, carrying with him nothing of his previous identity. he headed to sea where he found a dilapidated old ship.
Spending the rest of his fortune he repaired the neglected old ship and hired a local crew of sailors who were jobless and wished to leave their homes. On his first excursion he was confronted by an insane vampire whom he killed with a strange sword he found among the ruins of an ancient civilization. The sword never leaves his side.
As time passed his crew grew old and died off or retired. Having acquired much wealth during his travels he now sits uncomfortably at a port attempting to hire a new crew.
Age: 2,700
Gender: Male
Race: Forest Elf
Hails From: Tatre Archipelago
Ranking: Captain.
Weapons: A long slightly curved blade with a gold pommel and hand guard with a blue clothed hilt. The blade was found among the ruins of an ancient civilization, perfectly preserved off the coast of the Forsaken Lands.
Abilities: Felshen is extremely powerful in the use of earth magic, and a natural with the sword. Using his Earth magick, it is rumored that he created an island in the coastal waters of the Tatre Archipelago which he now uses as his base of operations. His skill in the sword is well known across the Tatre Archipelago, and other coastal regions.
Companions: None in need of crew
Occupation: Captain of The Grey Heron, Adventurer, and Merchant.
Vessel The Grey Heron
Appearance:
Personality:An adventure loving Wood Elf who enjoys the company of his crew and a gold coin or two. Not really greedy, he sees his crew as family and everyone is given equal shares to whatever treasures they may find. He has a strong distrust of Vampires and steers his vessel clear of any ports he suspects may house the creatures of the night, and prefers to drop anchor at sea instead of Ports, because they "Smell Bad"
History: Born into a higher class family of priests and healers, Felshens magical potential was nearly a sure fire thing. for the first thousand years of his life, he grudgingly accepted his existence as the son of a Terratress. He was eventually given the position of Terrator to his village and privately honed and expanded his earth magic potential. Time wore on him like a bad song, life was safe, he had a wife, wealth, and everything he needed along side his priestly duties. But, life was dull, the forest stagnant and unchanging. The daily grind was a mix of bureaucracy and politics and he longed for liberation.
One day a human down on his luck came through the wood elf village Felshen made his home. He was in desperate need of money and came to Felshen for assistance. The man told Felshen of his life at sea and he was intrigued. The human owned an old ship, which he was willing to sell for he was giving up his adventuring ways. Felshen, who longed for escape jumped at the opportunity. He left in the night, carrying with him nothing of his previous identity. he headed to sea where he found a dilapidated old ship.
Spending the rest of his fortune he repaired the neglected old ship and hired a local crew of sailors who were jobless and wished to leave their homes. On his first excursion he was confronted by an insane vampire whom he killed with a strange sword he found among the ruins of an ancient civilization. The sword never leaves his side.
As time passed his crew grew old and died off or retired. Having acquired much wealth during his travels he now sits uncomfortably at a port attempting to hire a new crew.