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[center][h1][color=a187be]Leofrick Entoris[/color][/h1][/center]
[center][h2]Basics:[/h2][/center]
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Nickname: Leo
Alias's: "Tracker", "Darkfall"
Age: 170
Race: Elf Warlock
Appearance: [hider=image][img]https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/bladesandbeasts/images/5/51/Warlock.png/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/1000?cb=20130518171127.png[/img][/hider][/center]

[center][h2]Personality and History[/h2]
Personality - Leofrick Entoris has seen many of his friends and family perish over the years to both Children of Dusk and Children of Dawn, this in turn has made him wary of any and all races. Secluding himself and cutting all interactions with people to a bare minimum, Leofrick spent most of his days training, surviving or meditating, only interacting when absolutely needed. He believes that no one race is greater than another, but more that a persons actions or attitude define them as an individual. He harbors no ill intent for any race, but instead tries to asses from a far. [/center]

[center]History - [hider=Chapter One - The Entori Tribe]
Leofrick was born into a family of hunters, his tribe, The Entoris, were skilled archers, trappers and such. At a young age, he was taught all about animals, nature, setting traps, tracking and everything else that made them true hunters. His father, Nuvian, was the best hunter of the tribe and quickly became the chief. His skill in leadership and unwavering courage seemed to spread like a wild fire through the souls of the tribe. The tribe was to prosper in life, to outlast the war between man and creature by staying away, however, two key events caused not only the extinction of the tribe, but also journey Leofrick would undertake.

It was just after Leofrick turned the age of 10, his uncle, Venalia, had gone missing from the tribes land. Search party after search party went sent passed the tribes borders to find him, but alas, nothing. It wasn't until a human was caught wondering into the sacred forest, caught in one of the traps set for pigs, he was brought back to the main huts. He was only a young boy, no older than Leofrick, he told the story of how his people found a strange man with pointy ears, and they captured the creature and hold it in one of the towns on the border. An uproar began among the tribe, many wanted to burn the town down in search for Venalia, others were unsure. The boys name was Bruce, and he had left his family as he feared the war would be the end of his life, it was decided he would live with the chief and his son until a decision could be made at a later date. Nuvian, however, put aside his personal needs and put the tribe first, saying that no Elf will attack the humans, less they be sucked up into an endless war, this decision, as pure of heart it was, was the first sign of extinction.

Many of the more arrogant Entori's began to question the chiefs ability to lead the tribe. Whispers of cowardliness and weakness bounced from mouth to ear. The tribe grew restless, the kids began to bully Leofrick for being with the human, however, to Leofrick, the human had done nothing wrong, his family however, were the ones who caused this.

A week had passed since Venalia's location had been discovered and the tribe was at an end, a divide arose, and through divide, emerged conflict. Tensions began to boil, what was once a happy tribe, began to turn to hatred. When hope for prosperity began to become nothing but a fleeting memory, a figure emerged from the dense forest, Venalia, beaten and bloody. Once treated, he spoke of how he was captured and tortured by the humans, and the only stopping him from spilling all of the tribes secrets such as locations, strategy's or skills, is that he knew, his big brother, the chief of the skilled hunters, would come for him, but he never did. After finally getting loose and slaughtering the whole town in a bloody brawl, he only wanted one thing, for his brother to know that he... understood why he didn't come for him, why putting the tribe in the cross hairs of war was not an option. This however... was all but a lie.

Learning of the tension that surfaced in his absence, he rallied those who challenged the chiefs authority and threw a coup. Those who remained loyal to Nuvian fought back, creating a civil war in the tribe. Family against family, friends against friends and in the end, brother against brother. As Nuvian and Venalia fought on equal grounds, trading blows and cuts, Leofrick watched from a distance with the young human, sheltering and protecting him. The coup ended the moment Venalia impaled his brother, a twisted smile etching across his face as he did so. Those who remained loyal were executed, and the handful of traitors who survived were ordered to find his nephew. Leofrick, shocked, scared and confused moved on instinct alone, grabbing the boys hand, he ran deeper into the forest. 

Quickly being pursued, Leofrick made his way through the forest with the boy, dodging traps and avoiding known hunting grounds, until he was out in the open. Making it only halfway through an oval clearing, an arrow penetrated his knee, forcing him to drop hard and quick, bringing the boy down with him. They were quickly surrounded, no way to run, the end of the loyalists of Entori's. Venalia stepped forward from the group, his expression twisted with madness, a clear unwavering sign that this wasn't acted on whim or moment of bad judgement, this was a plan that had just been executed perfectly. This was the next crucial event that changed Leofrick's life.

The pain in his back was indescribable, he could feel the warmth of blood flow down his skin, seeping through his shirt and cloak. Leofrick had no idea what happened, his body began to lose control, the ability to turn his head was almost impossible, but he did it. He saw the same twisted smile, but it didn't come from his uncle, no, it came from Bruce. His outstretched arm was lost inside Leofricks back, twisting as he pulled it away, his hand engulfed in crimson red. Leofrick dropped face down to the ground, his body in shock, his vision was fading. The chuckle from his uncle kept him from leaving the plane of the living. With every ounce of his power, Leofrick raised his head to him and muttered only one word... "[i]Why?[/i]"

"[i]Your father was a strong warrior, but always failed to make the RIGHT decisions! Staying out of this war? What good did he think that would do? Who ever won, we would've ended up being their slaves. No, he needed to be removed and replaced, but he had all the support, who would dare remove a beloved leader? That's when I met young Bruce here, well, young is a relative turn. Bruce here, is a vampire, and he helped me construct this little coup. Selling the story of humans capturing me, the chiefs own brother! I knew he wouldn't come, I planned on it. I had one or two elves on my side already, sowing the seeds of doubts into the minds of the tribe, while Bruce, observed and reported back to me. It all went to plan my dear nephew, and once you finally kick it, I'll rebuild, we'll take over neighboring lands and WE'LL be the ones who enslave![/i]"

That was it, Leofrick was going to die and his tribes name was going to be forgotten, this was how it was going to end. As his eyes began to fail, his breathing staggering, the last of his control fleeting from him, he felt an unusual feeling, a strange power beginning to grow from deep within his stomach. The power began to run through his whole body, his fingers tingled, his toes wiggled once again, and eventually, the strength to stand on his feet. His uncles smiled dissipated, the elves grew cautious. He could feel the power needing to be released. 

He threw his hands at a small group of elves, and in an instant, the very ground beneath them sank quickly, devouring their bodies below. With another flick of his wrist, two more were engulfed in flames. With all but his uncle and Bruce remaining, they lashed at him. Bruce was already in attacking range, swiping for Leofricks throat, however his arm was trapped within a root that seemed to appear from the ground, it continued to grow up his arm until it shot through his heart and back into the ground, his life quickly flickering before finally laying to rest. 

His uncle was angered, he drew his sword, dashing for Leofrick. Leofrick could feel all the rage, the pain, the death from his fellow dead tribesman, and in one swift move, he too lunged at his uncle, his hand glowing red and illuminating the world around them. He punched through the sword, shattering into a shower of metal, his arm kept going, until it had finally reached his destination, his chest. His hand laid to rest around his rib cage, blood dripping out of his uncles mouth, his arm resting to his side. Before saying what he wanted, Leofrick felt faint, the power he once felt was no longer strong, and he fell backwards, with his uncle falling to the ground beside him.[/hider]
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