[hider=Trayethell of the Steel Lance][h1]Wielder of the Steel Lance[/h1]

[h2]Appearance:[/h2]
 
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[h2]Name:[/h2] Trayethell "Yethel" Argentae
 

[h2]Age:[/h2] 227 Years (Arrival in the Human World as as fully matured member of his race.)
 

[h2]Gender:[/h2] Male
 

[h2]Race:[/h2] High Elf

Personality: Highly conscientious, possessing the ability to manage and organize things to an almost robotic degree. Is terribly vain, but utterly hostile to those that try to flatter him. Demands perfection from everybody, most of all himself. Reviles ugliness, and has a personal dream of making the entire world beautiful, in his own image.

Pretends to greatness, but most of his bravado is sheathed in the veiled constructs he inhabits. Rarely allows others into his inner circle, and those whom he does allow must first be brought there at gunpoint. Has terrible trust issues, considering the past of the Steel Lance, and what he has gone through.
 
The calculating, analytical side of him dominates his personality, with the petty vain and emotional side surfacing in his private goals, and his deliberate mistrust of others. Is a very fragile being, emotionally, but cloaks his vulnerabilities in the coldest of steel.

[h2]Bio:[/h2]

Writ small, Yethel founded the Steel Lance Elves alongside his brother Margus, in order to cohere the Elvish community on Belwyn. Founded mere years after their arrival on Earth, the Steel Lance quickly rose to prominence as a masterful gang of exploitative bastards.

However one day, the unthinkable happened. Margus tried to scam his brother, and Yethel saw through it. At such blatant betrayal, Yethel knew he would have to kill his brother. He couldn't bear to do it himself, and so he ordered some underlings to do the deed for him. Perhaps in the back of his mind, Yethel hoped that Margus would talk his way out of an execution, and escape to return someday. Either way, he has not seen his brother since, and would prefer to think him dead.

The day to day of the Steel Lances does not concern Yethel, whose organization runs with the smoothness of a well-oiled machine. Currently he is interested in a particularly ambitious scheme which would result in him being capable of extorting not only Belwyn, but the entire planet. Ambitions which could possibly carry Yethel's Steel Lances into a new age of prosperity, and finally free them from the prison that is Belwyn, that ugliest of Purgatories. 


[h2]Gang affiliation or Other affiliations:[/h2] Co-Founder, Leader of the Steel Lance Elves Gang

[h2]Stuff:[/h2]

Smartphone encrypted with all the records, activities, and means of controlling/communicating to the Steel Lances. Has three security levels, and is designed to self-destruct should the phone be tampered with. 

Gentleman's Cane-gun, a long rifle hidden in Yethel's cane, which he obviously does not need to walk. Is military-grade, and Yethel's training with the weapon is equally dangerous. Can also be converted into an umbrella.

Full access to the resources and funds at the disposal of the Steel Lance gang.

A combat-proofed Italian suit, complete with bulletproofing, knife-proofing, and fire-retardation.

A twelve metre limousine, black, with all the amenities to hold a private conference while on the move. Naturally, also militarily reinforced.

[h2]Magic:[/h2]
 
Static Invisibility (minor)

Charismatic Glamour (major)

Illusion Projection (minor)

[h2]Other:[/h2]

Fine Wines

Fine Art

Fine Women

(All of which, make him the Finest of all.)

((Anything that makes him look better.))

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