Concept so far. Differenter formatting and writing sample to come, just want to get this out there to help generate creative momentum.

[hider][b]Name:[/b] 
Rothelion

[b]Gender:[/b] 
Male

[b]Age:[/b] 
423

[b]Race:[/b]
Mûl elf

[b]Appearance:[/b]
[hider=Concept][img]http://i.imgur.com/mfYa9k6.png[/img][/hider]

Roth is an elf of eclectic tastes. Long has he abandoned the elegance and refinement his kind are typically known for. These days he favors an impact of [i]presence[/i]. When donned in full travel attire, few would immediately identify Roth to be an elf at all, mostly due to the terrifying horned skull mask obscuring his elven visage. The horns curve around his pointed ears, diminishing their prominence.

To balance macabre with prestige, Roth also typically wears a mantle of thick wolf’s fur, silken and black, which gives the illusion of broadening his narrow elven shoulders. Trailing from the mantle is a simple, rust-colored halfcape, woven from lightweight linen. The rest of him is rather drab, composed of a mix of patchwork leather armor and glimpses of chainmail.

A true elf remains concealed beneath the attire, looking roughly thirty in human years, with tawny skin and a light frame. His long, auburn hair is shaved to the scalp on one side of his head and fettered with the occasional small braid. 
  
[b]Personality: [/b]
Four centuries have worn Roth down to a nub, even shortening his name to a single syllable from its once lengthy (and barely pronounceable) glory. Gone are the days that Rothelion would look down his nose at [i]humans[/i] and their burly dwarven counterparts. Hell, it has to have been [i]decades[/i] since he even killed one in defense of the eastern wood. Now he lives, eats, and travels among the common races, with only a soured, vestigial regard for his own former kindred. 

The are some parts of him that of course remain unmistakably elven. Though Roth gets as drunk and violent as any human (with stunning regularity!), he still cuts a pristine image rather than grunting and farting with the rest of the tavern crowd. His speech is clean and refined, and in combat, his movements are fluid and almost dancelike. 

He’s personable to some, and intolerable to others. Maintaining a personal sense of honor and dignity, he makes friends quickly only if they’re amenable to his terms: either be respectable, or be interesting.

[b]History:[/b]
Formerly Lebethron, Rothelion has not been back to his ancient home since he turned his back on his people’s ways, even divorcing himself from his family name, Tristuval. As far as most can tell, he’s been making his own way as a sellsword and traveling to wherever the money is. He’ll take nearly any job, so long as it isn’t despicable, either working in a group or working alone. His travels have taken him to disparate ends of the world, high and low, mundane and depraved.

Rothelion seldom brags about his experiences, but will speak of them as matter of fact when on the topic. One thing he does bring up more often than most are his dealings with cultists. Indeed his work history shows a strong preference for any job concerning rooting out, killing, and interrogating cultists. His hatred for them is remarkable.

His history before joining the ranks of the Mûl is reluctant to be made known, yet encompassing full centuries of his long life, it inescapably exists. Roth speaks little of it, but at his most drunken he will confess that in another age, he did have a wife, children, grandchildren, and so on. And despite all of his anger and self destruction suggesting that he like so many others has lost his family to some unspeakable tragedy, he’ll mention, with a shrug, that they do still live. Safe within the borders of their own insular society. 

They’re better off without him.
   
[b]Equipment: [/b]
[indent]♠ Long knife
♠ Rucksack containing rations, coin, what-have-you
♠ A golden ear cuff, a token of matrimony
♠ Several colored quartz stones in filigrees attached to a keyring, the different colors signifying each of his three children.
♠ Most notably, his [url=https://i.imgur.com/0iuPHsJ_d.jpg?maxwidth=640&shape=thumb&fidelity=high]bladed staff[/url], carried on his back.[/indent]

[b]Example post (Optional):[/b]
I will totally write this at some point.
  
[b]Other:[/b] I may think of something to add here.[/hider]