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[center][i]"I shall defend my people from the horrors of this world...THAT is my mission"[/i][/center]

[color=lightgreen][B]Name[/B][/color]: 
Oriril Raasan, First Sword of the Wilt-Leaf Clan

[color=lightgreen][B]Age:[/B][/color]
29

[color=lightgreen][B]Gender:[/B][/color]
Male

[color=lightgreen][B]Race:[/B][/color]
Elf

[color=lightgreen][B]Country of Origin:[/B][/color]
Miracia

[color=lightgreen][B]Personality:[/B][/color]
Oriril is a surprisingly calm individual that keeps most flashy displays of emotion down to a minimum. His level headed approach to most situations help him keep a level head when approaching potentially dangerous situations. Polite to a fault, Oriril always addresses other with a sense of respect and always in the manner befitting the First Sword of the Wilt-Leaf. A charismatic powerhouse he has been known to charm his way out of most situations able to talk circles around many of his potential foes.

Despite all these traits Oriril isn't without his flaws. He carries himself with a carefree lackadaisical attitude, rarely taking anything too seriously. It often times doesn't hit him the seriousness of a situation until arrows start flying. Oriril carries himself under the standards of his people's heroes who rely on honor to the end and everyone fights fairly. While this ideal is a good one to have, not everyone shares this sentiment which often leaves Oriril stuck in messy situations. Arrogance is perhaps one of Oriril's greatest downfalls. He thinks so highly of himself and his abilities he will often flaunt them to a point where he gets into more trouble than he solves. 

[color=lightgreen][B]History:[/B][/color]
Oriril lived a rather leisurely life as a high born among the Wilt-Leaf clan. Sworn protectors of Miracia the Wilt-Leaf tend to live life with a sworn and solemn existence, Oriril was different. He lead a rather carefree existences and life was good for many years, until the ravages of war reared its ugly head. While crossing the border into Ethora the caravan carrying Ori and his father was attacked by bandits, human bandits. 

Now was it their knowledge that the caravan held a convoy for peaceful negotiations between the elven nation and Ethora no one know, but what is known is that this moment seeded a deep mistrust in the human race for Oriril. Seeing their viciousness first hand Ori dedicated his life to wielding complete martial prowess on the battlefield so that now elf would ever suffer at the hands of human barbarism. When it came for him to decide on a weapon he could have chosen weapons that many of his kin gravitate towards; a bow, dual daggers or short swords, but when it came down to it none held any sway over him. Only a leaf-blade, an ancient longsword wielded by warriors of bygone ages, seemed appropriate to wield.

So for years he studied the history of his people learning anything he could about his people, learning their ancient ways of combat and eventually surpassing any that could stop him.
[color=lightgreen][B]Weapon Preference:[/B][/color]
A single elven leaf blade. A simple and elegant design whose blade runs 60cm in length which runs directly into a leaf shaped hilt. The handle is a Darkwood wrapped in fine leather and from the end hangs the emblem of the Wilt-Leaf clan, a Dark green leaf that is turning into a copper brown leaf with two swords crossing in front of it.

[color=lightgreen][B]Side:[/B][/color]
Knights of Ekilore
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