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[b]Name:[/b] Banaari

[b]Gender:[/b] Male

[b]Age:[/b] 272

[b]Appearance:[/b] Elderly, even for an Elf, Banaari's leathery, lightly tanned, skin is marked and lined with wrinkles. His once blonde hair has greyed, giving him a washed out appearance that is not appreciatively improved by his gaunt, but once fiercely angular, features. His light blue eyes are often blood shot, but he has surprisingly good teeth for an old elf and he still carries some of his old spirit in a wiry but none-the-less athletic build. His chest and back are marked by scars, as are his hands, though the most noticeable scar is one across his throat and up onto his chin that must have nearly taken his life. He stands at just 5ft 7" tall. 

[b]Race:[/b] Grey Elf

[b]Diety:[/b] The Grey Eye, The Keeper of Dreams, Lord of Tranquillity, Patron of Auth Anur.

[b]Personality:[/b] Scarred in body and mind, Banaari is humbled by his own weakness, but also made bitter by it. As likely to chide an injured man as to heal him, Banaari can be a difficult person to get along with, and he often makes sarcastic and self-deprecating comments if he speaks at all. He seems driven to heal others more out of duty than any real desire for healing, utilising his limited gifts in a pragmatic matter and often delving more into science than magic. He is immensely practical, gifted at several tasks, and this comes through in his manner of action and speaking.

[b]Skills[/b]

Masterful: Swordsmanship (Locked)
Skilled: Archery (Locked) Command/Tactics
Adept: First Aid, Divine Magic
Novice: Repair, Jury-Rigging

[b]Traits[/b]

Old Grey: Banaari's Divine Magic is special in that it allows him to access a lesser form of the Grey Sleep, dubbed the state of Tranquillity. It grants him a brief respite from his agonising weakness and self-doubt as he becomes briefly calmed and capable of true objectivity. He sees any situation he is in clearly and can access his old skills. The danger of the state of Tranquility is that it pushes the ever present call to the Grey (the call old elves feel to enter the sleep) further along, driving him ever closer to the doomed city of Auth Anur. 

Old Jack: Banaari has a knack for turning his hands to all sorts of crafts and 'practical' skills, developed over a lifetime of toil, he is incredibly experienced and it shows. Unfortunately, his works are of no great quality, as his hands have grown as tired as his mind. 

[b]Backstory:[/b] Banaari is motivated mostly by the remnants of a once strong sense of duty. Unable to fight effectively in his age as his old skill gradually abandoned him and trauma and stress robbed him of his courage he instead offers something of a support role to mercenary groups. That is only the end of his story though, the beginning gives more insight into who he is today.

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Banaari was born before the city of Aith Anur was sealed shut after the disaster. He wasn’t in the city when it happened, he was escorting a wealthy merchant baron with his guardsmen outside when it was sealed, trapping him outside. He had been away for five months, on the return leg, when he heard the news. There were rumours that the aged Queen was reluctant to enter the sleep, but he had not expected some sort of disaster to befall the city and for it to be unassailable on his return. His family were trapped in the city, and with no knowledge of what had transpired within he and several his people in similar circumstances banded together outside the city and built a temporary town of sorts. He was the guard captain in the town, as people more gifted with magic went about investigating the magic surrounding the gate and attempting to reverse it, he ensured law and order was maintained and protected the few Grey Elves remaining. Little did he know how few they were, the Elves within the city were gone.

Fate would have it that he stood within bowshot of the great gates of the city when they finally opened so many years later. By then, he was a jaded old elf, but he still maintained his great strength and skill at arms. There was hope in his eyes back then, not that he would see his children or wife again, but that the city would one day be re-opened and they would learn what befell those who remained within. 

When the Undying poured forth, destroying New Anur and killing almost three quarters of the remaining Grey Elf population, his mind snapped. His only real memories of that night are the cuts of his blade and the blood of his kind staining the earth, but he replays them as he sleeps none-the-less. 

Almost twenty years later, madness began to creep into Banaari’s mind. His hands shook when he drew the bow, his fingers either gripped so tightly to the pommel of his sword that he could barely swing it, or simply allowed it to fall lifelessly from his withered grasp. Bitter at the loss of the tools of war, but still determined to see the inside of the city and discover what dark things transpired there, he signed up with mercenary groups and uses what he remembers of a once extensive repertoire of skills.
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[b]Weapons and Armour[/b]

Old Sword: Long past its sale-by-date, Banaari carries an old elven sword in a leather sheath on his back that still retains some of its original elegance. Lacking the cross-guard found more commonly on human weapons, it most resembles the falx, with a handle just under two feet long and a blade of around three feet. It is thought to be able to cut through armour with a determined swing, but also dance around the shield and spear in trained hands.

Dagger

Hauberk + Gambeson

Iron Shins and bracers, hardened leather gloves.

[b]Misc Gear and Possessions:[/b] Healer's pouch with basic surgery tools and medicine, basic survival tools, backpack with repair kit including sewing needle, patches and a small repair hammer, simple silver locket with two faded magical images, they depict his wife and eldest daughter. 
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