[hider=Listec Galbraith, Shadow Warrior]

[b]Name:[/b] Listec Galbriath 'the Shadow Walker'

[b]Age:[/b] Unknown

[b]Race:[/b] Asur (High Elf)

[b]Profession:[/b] Shadow Warrior of Nagarythe, Elf-for-hire, and expert guerilla combatant

[b]Equipment:[/b] A small statue of Loec, a pouch for medical supplies and poisons and another pouch for cooking implements; he arms himself primarily with with a sleek Elven longbow, the sturdy but flexible white wood marked by curving Elvish script, the string made of a single unicorn hair, and a quiver full of steel-tipped arrows resting over his back. His secondary weapon – in the use of which he is no less skilled - is a finely crafted arming sword of Elven make which can be found strapped about his hip and hanging by his side.

As with most Asur, his armour is a mix of a more solid [i]cuirass[/i] of burnished metal girding his upper torso, his arms left free to move beneath the light folds of a white and wide-sleeved tunic, his lower body protected by two split flaps of scale armour backed onto leather. Knee-high boots of reinforced leather cover his legs, as a pair of vambraces protect his forearms, a pair of gloves covering his slender hands and a pointed Elvish helm, gaunter and more encompassing of the entire face than the usual Asur helmets, defends his head from blade and arrow. To top it all off, he wears about him like a shroud the ubiquitous blue cloak which flows about his shoulders and covers the lower part of his face beneath his helmet.

(Equally, just take a look [url=http://miniset.net/files/set/gw-99120210023-1.jpg]here[/url] and you'll get a pretty good idea of what he looks like anyway.)

[b]Personality:[/b] As with many of his Nagarythi kith and kin, Listec is a bleak and cold-hearted figure with an intense hatred for anything and everything to do with the treacherous Druchii, his hatred for his heinous erstwhile countrymen so intense that it can hardly be overstated. 

From this hate comes all else, his bleak outlook on existence, his upbringing as an irregular warrior from the mountain clans of a sunken land,  and the reason that even other Asur look upon him with distrust and uncertainty, many of them wondering just how wide the gap between the Elves of Nagarythe and their darker cousins actually is.

In terms of Listec himself the gap is not huge, for he uses the methods of the enemy against them, he feels almost nothing when killing, and he remains silent most of the time – even his eyes showing deep within them the pain of a lost people.

Overall he prefers to remain alone, only joining others when he feels it prudent, far from a conversationalist and keeping silent unless he really needs to speak. When he does speak his words are hard-edged and bitter. This does have the side-effect of making him seem less 'brilliant' than he actually is, his mind as sharp – if not sharper – than any of his kin, centuries of fighting his dark kin throughout the world having made his mind as much a weapon as his bow or sword.  
 
[b]Appearance:[/b] Sleek and as androgynous as any other High Elf, he is around six and a half feet in height, his shoulder-length hair as black as a ravens feather, his face all high cheekbones and sharp angles. It is his eyes, almond shaped and almost completely black, that seem the most alien to outsiders – and for good reason – and should one stare too long into the abyss then the abyss stares back.

[b]Bio:[/b] Little is known of this particular Elf before the current day, although there are records of a certain Galbriath having taken part in the battles of the Sundering – whether this is the same Elf, a member of the same family/clan, or simply a similarly named individual is unknown, as is most of his history in general.

What [b]is[/b] known is that Listec is only one of a number of loyalist Nagarythi who decided that simply remaining in the Shadowlands and fighting off [i]Druchii[/i] invasions would help little in the total scheme of things. 

With this in mind he left Ulthuan for the wider world, taking a ship as far as Cathay, helping to hunt down Dark Elven corsairs en route – the dark warriors having attacked Cathayan trading routes on numerous occasions -  before being hired 'officially' by the benevolent Dragon Emperor to train some of his bodyguard; although not magical as such, like all Shadow Warriors he was able to blend into the darkness as if he were born to it, and this proved most useful indeed when one wished to protect their sovereign.

Moving from the East he travelled back into the West, passing along the Silk Road with an Ogre caravan and helping to fight off Hobgoblin attacks, paid handsomely by the merchant leading it and getting his first taste of payment for services rendered (the Emperor had not paid him in coin, but in Dark Elven heads...).

In the following decades he hired out his services to any and all that would fight the [i]Druchii[/i], travelling to the mystical isle of Albion, to the northern wastes, and eventually to the lands of the Empire.

Catching wind of a gathering of mercenaries, he eagerly goes to see what lies in store.

[b]Reason for joining:[/b] A possible chance to kill his most hated foe (Dark Elves get everywhere!), there are High Elf colonies he has never seen and wishes to (such as one on the southern tip of Lustria), and generally he wishes to hone his skills as a warrior. Oh, and gold never hurt anyone either...not really. 

[b]Terrible secret:[/b] PM'ed to GM[/hider]