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Laudrel || Male || 617 || Elf || First Week of Spring || Necromancer/Lich

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Physique: Thin. Being undead, he doesn't necessarily need bodily intake to survive, and so sometimes slips in his eating habits, leaving him in a state of lost weight.

Height: Average height for an elf, but tall compared to a human. He stands at around 6'7".

Skin: His skin tones change throughout the seasons. In the spring, his skin is a warm color, but almost has greenish undertones. In the summer, his skin is a more normal shade of fair. In the fall, it is a little more tan, and in the winter, his skin is so pale and cold, it is almost translucent, like a recently deceased corpse.

Scars/Markings/Etc: Over the years of being soulbound to a tree, Laudrel's appearance has warped drastically--he now has clawed hands, twisted horns sprouting from his temples, and legs like twisted branches.

Eyes: Before the change, his eyes were a clear, summery green. Now, they are devoid of color, as white as fine china glass.

Hair: His hair is long, reaching to around the middle of his spine, but like the rest of his appearance, it's color changes with the seasons. In the spring, it is a light brown. In the summer, it lightens to the color of spun gold. In the fall, it becomes a vibrant, fiery red--and in winter, it is white, like the snow that crowns the forest treetops.

Weapons/Powers: Once, he knew well the language of the sword, but he has long since turned from that practice in favor of a new one--magic, and necromancy. In close quarters, however, his claws make effective weapons. His abilities and their strengths change during the solar year, like much of the rest of him. His powers with earth magic and necromancy are at their strongest and fullest during the summer months, and those powers mostly include destructive abilities--to create sparks of fire and to bend the will of the plants around him are what make up most of his magic ability during the summer. In the fall, death and the withering of plantlife are his portion, and in the winter, he can hardly do much at all, and it is during this time when he gets much studying and experimentation done. In the spring, he can call forth new life, and regrow what once lay dormant.
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The seasons have an interesting effect on Laudrel's personality. In the summer, when he is at his most powerful, is also when he is the most tyrannical, uncaring, and frankly, when is ego is the most bloated. He is obsessed with his own power, and summertime only feeds into that obsession. In the fall, he is far more calm, as the earth around him begins to slow down and die off in preparation for the long winter. He finds himself more thoughtful in the fall, and becomes far less violently inclined. In the winter, he becomes tired, irate, and even depressed at times, but joy comes in the spring. Spring is the only time when he finds himself truly happy, though perhaps he doesn't realize it.
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Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs:
- Generally OP, especially in the summer
- Can create undead minions out of any form of corpse, even dead plants
– Is undead and soulbound to a tree--therefore virtually immortal
– Very knowledgeable in the arcane arts

Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs:
– Is a powerhungry bastard
– Obsessed with immortality to the point of sacrificing life in order to further his achievement of it
– Can potentially be destroyed in the winter months
– Nonexistant social skill
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Summer - Ten Thousand Slain--Audiomachine
Fall - Starfall--Thomas Bergersen
Winter - Everyone's Memory is Snow--Phildel
Spring - Illumination--Jennifer Thomas
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