[center]Name:
Eltharion Tevinter

Age: (Over 10,000 needs permission)
4100 Cycles

Race:
Mithreli

Appearance:
6'2" in height with a slim build in accordance with the rigors of being a pathfinder, Eltharion's face is almost constantly twisted into a grimace or frown. His skin is the red colour of leaves in fall, while his wild mane of golden hair, usually tied back into a ponytail, is reminiscent of spring, colonies of moss growing in its mass and tinting it green. Almost always shrouded in a cloak made of seemingly eternal leaves, very few people actually know or even remember his face, especially as he usually pulls a black cloth over his nose and mouth to hide himself, only his purple eyes shining through. His arms are long and muscular under the thin grey bodysuit he wears. His hands are encased in tight-fitting leather gloves while hardened vambraces protect his wrists. A green robe is worn over the rest of his bodysuit while a series of lether belt criss cross along his chest. His legs are encased in toughened leather greaves and steel poleyns, his fitted hide boots making up the rest of his armor.
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Combat Type:
Archer/Sniper/Scout/Tracker

Arms/Armor: 
Aedin's Kiss: Named after an ancient god of decay and death, this bow has already taken many lives since its use in the Marching Days. Accurate, powerful and sturdy, the ancient wooden bow seems to have an insatiable thirst for blood, guiding its arrows to its targets with malicious intent. Made of ornate, polished wood and decorated with golden gilding which has since been rubbed off from both age and a pragmatic view of life, it is notched and worn with use. Its main feature is not its aesthetic beauty however. With a special mechanism and thrust, the two arms of the bow split in half and form four arms. This particular form takes much more power to draw back, but once it is, the arrows it fires are stronger, faster and more accurate, often piercing through its initial target. However, given the velocity at which the arrow must travel, the regular ones Eltharion uses often break apart in flight, meaning that he must use special ammunition once he switches to this mode.

Survival knife: All pathfinders carry around a simple serrated dagger made to cut through vines and particularly persistant ivy. This, however, can be easily repurposed for the purpose of close quarters defence.

Leather armour: Eltharion makes heavy use of leather armour due to its light weight and relative versatility. His chestplate is made up of various leather belts, which allow him unparalleled maneouvrability, but, as is the nature of such an armour, is full of chinks and gaps for weapons to strike. Mostly to guard against slashes more than stabs, the armour is designed more for movement than protection. These belts do have a second fundtion though, allowing the pathfinder to store several bottles and pouches, containing rations, water, poisons and tinctures for those long journeys. While his chest, arms, hands and legs are protected, his waist is relatively open which, while allowing for movement, makes him quite fragile.

Cloak of Seasons: A cloak used for infiltration operations and general camoflage, the Cloak of Seasons was designed by a Masothi settler who excelled at hunting. Imblued with magical properties, the cloak will adapt to the general foliage of the surrounding area, though the process may take several hours to turn into a workable state.

Aelthanion: A hawk which Eltharion has tamed, Aelthanion acts as the elf's eyes in the sky, running recon and striking unexpectedly. The two share an amiable relationship and an inseparable bond.

Character Bio:
Cold, blunt and dutiful would be three words most elves would use to describe Eltharion. Taking his duties to the Great Tree of Harinus perhaps a bit too seriously, the elf seeks to prevent any harm from occuring to it, whether through force or other means. However, as he is employed as a pathfinder, the elf is still known as a respectable member of society. One of the few Mithrelians which often descend to the ground, Eltharion makes frequent forays into the thickets of Hol-Vollum to check for anything out of the ordinary. Merchants, children and people led astray by Will-o-the-Wisps, particuarly loud imp groups and even the occassional bandit have fallen under his purview once he spots them, although most of the time these are sorted out without the need for violence. 

His devation to the Great Tree may not be misplaced however. When he was younger, Eltharion was a sickly child. Prone to bouts of poor health and weakness, he was often holed up inside of his treetop home for weeks at a time. All throughout this time, however, he could see the Great Tree through his window. Everyday he was sick, he would stare out the hole in their home and gaze at the magnificent tree. Some nights it sparked like newly settled dew, while others it would stand firm against the pounding wind. One day, he decided to appeal to the tree, to ask it to heal his sickness and watch over him. The next day, nothing. But Eltharion kept hoping, asking, praying, until one day, it finally happened. A checkup from the local healer revealed that his body was slowly getting better, in a very miraculous fashion. He couldn't believe what was happening, and yet it was happening in front of his own eyes. He was healing. 

Mere days later, Eltharion became as healthy as the next child and, while he received a late start to life, worked much more dilligently than his peers, achieving what he could not have experience through study. He hunted by studying animal patterns. He learned herbalism by studying under the healer. He learned the history and of the Marching Years drom their archivist. There was not a day when he would remain still. A few centuries later, Eltharion was considered an upstanding member of society, but while his practical skills were not to be questioned, his socail skills were. Because he was not there to form the bonds with his peers early on, he found himself forever an outsider. while they were friends, he was never really their 'Friend'. They came to him for advice, but not as a friend, but as a member of society. And so, with little recourse, he immersed himself in his work and his devotion to the Great Tree, who he saw as having cured his illness. [/center]