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[i]"Blessed by the moon and the sea, yet I’ve ended up stranded on land. Funny how things go."[/i]
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[sub][color=4967d5]Eilrethiel Teuval Arrn’esh ‘Eir’[/color]

[color=4967d5]He/They  [b]|[/b]   24  [b]|[/b]   Half-Elf   [b]|[/b]   Human/Sea-Elf  [b]|[/b]   5’8”  [b]|[/b]   143lbs  [b]|[/b][/color]      
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[color=4967d5]Obsessive[/color]
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[color=4967d5]Skills & Talents[/color][/sub]
[i]"I don’t understand why people don’t like answering my questions. I just like knowing things!"[/i]
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[sub][color=4967d5][b]Imperfectly Amphibious ⫻[/b][/color] Thanks to his heritage, Eilrethiel can breathe both air and underwater. But with this dual breathing system, he’s essentially asthmatic. This is worse underwater due to his gills being slightly deformed. On land he can cover them, making the asthma more mild but still present. Dryer conditions are difficult for him. While he can survive in either, he can only truly thrive with a mixture of both.

[color=4967d5][b]Child of the Sea ⫻[/b][/color] His ability to breath underwater isn’t the only thing Eilrethiel got from his Sea Elf side. He is a good swimmer thanks to his slightly webbed hands and feet- nothing on his full Sea Elvish siblings, but much better than any landwalkers. His skin is thicker than normal to offer some cold resistance, allowing him to comfortably live under the sea’s shallows without freezing to death. He can see underwater and with minimal light- not quite full blown darkvision, but he’s more than used to lowlight situations. He’s also good at hunting fish and gathering underneath the sea, as everyone had to pull their weight in his village (though try to have him fish like a human, and he’ll flounder).

[color=4967d5][b]Trilingual  ⫻[/b][/color] Eilrethiel speaks Sea Elvish (a dialect of Elvish with harsher sounds and squeals and clicks interspersed in it), Aquan and Common. With some effort, he can understand and speak normal Elvish- with the same going for Elves making some effort to understand his dialect. It’s thanks to his human side he can speak Common so fluently, where most sea elves struggle to make the sounds for surface languages. 

[color=4967d5][b]Charming Curiosity  ⫻[/b][/color] Eilrethiel is bright and insatiably curious, but often with a lack of filter. He knows exactly what questions to ask to get information he needs, but also asks questions he really shouldn’t. However he has a way with words, and knows how to turn on the innocent look, so he often gets away with asking things he really shouldn’t. His quick wit and ability to follow along with complicated conversations also helps him when prodding intellectuals. 

[color=4967d5][b]Astronomy  ⫻[/b][/color] Eilrethiel has a good grasp on astronomy, both mundane and magical, thanks to over a year at a wizard college in Waterdeep. While he learned other things, the main thing he focused on was space- after all, he snuck in thanks to being a lunar sorcerer. 
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[/cell][cell][sub][color=4967d5][b] Appearance[/b][/color][/sub]
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[i]"No, no, I’m not a sick wood elf. I’m meant to look like this! Well, my gills should be bigger, but–"[/i]

[indent]To outsiders, Eilrethiel looks closer to a full sea elf than half, like his human father’s genes didn’t even try. While he takes after his mother much more, there are plenty of things that set him aside from his full blooded peers.

While he’s not all that short in the grand scheme of things, his growth was stunted by growing up in an environment his body wasn’t fully adapted to. He’s skinny, with lithe muscles on his arms and legs from most of a life spent underwater but not much other strength to show for it. His hands and feet are slightly webbed- with the web coming about a third of the way up his fingers and toes. He has gills at the sides of his neck and over his ribs, slightly covered by his skin. His dark ocean blue hair falls just above his shoulders, thick and stringy. His turquoise skin is all from his sea elf side, though a few tones lighter than his mother’s. His monolid emerald green eyes are often lit up with a mischievous twinkle. Though it’s not obvious, he has nictitating membranes as well as eyelids to allow him to see underwater. 

His ears are pointed and slightly bumpy, like they were on their way to becoming fins. He has a lobe piercing in which he often wears earrings made of coral or shells, carrying a little bit of his home with him. Since coming to the surface permanently, Eilrethiel has learned that land dwellers are much more particular about covering up. While in his home town he’d often wear little more than trousers made out of underwater plants. Now he swapped to many light layers, wearing baggy tunics over tighter undershirts and accessorising with what little remains of what he brought with him onto the land. He prefers darker shades, with mixes of blue, purple and green along with silver highlights. In most places, the temperatures never got so low he felt uncomfortable. But now this far North he finds he needs to at least dress a bit for the weather, wearing a thick, fur lined jacket whenever he goes outside.[/indent]

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[i]"Oh, fancy seeing you here! Why are you giving me a strange look? I always go to the market at this time."[/i]

[INDENT][color=4967d5][b]MAIN GOAL  ⫻[/b][/color] Eilrethiel wants to find a new home. Though really he wants to return to his first one, to his mother and the people he grew up around, he knows that isn’t possible. So he needs to find a replacement, one that actually accepts him and his oddities. Secondary to this, he wants to get enough power to dismantle the system that forced him to leave in the first place.

[color=4967d5][b]PHILOSOPHY  ⫻[/b][/color] While his somewhat selfish and obsessive personality often feels at odds with it, Eilrethiel was brought up with a strong sense of community. This has shaped his outlook: while it may be possible to survive alone, it isn’t possible to thrive. A group is needed, where everyone has their role. 

[color=4967d5][b]SECRETS  ⫻[/b][/color] Eilrethiel isn’t super forthcoming with the whole intensive obsession leading sometimes to stalking thing. Though he doesn’t entirely view it as wrong, he knows the reactions he’ll get. He also tends to keep his mummy issues under wraps, since he was teased for it plenty growing up.

[color=4967d5][b]SEXUALITY  ⫻[/b][/color] Queer. While Eilrethiel definitely has a type (and bad taste), it isn’t bound by gender. 

[color=4967d5][b]FEARS  ⫻[/b][/color] The normal. Dying. The whole ocean being polluted and everything in it dying. Being alone forever. Rejection. He fears never finding somewhere that he belongs, since he didn’t even belong in the place that felt like home. He’s also scared that one day he won’t be able to breathe underwater, or on land. Or both. Drowning on land would be awful. 

[color=4967d5][b]WHAT BROUGHT THEM TO GREYHARROW  ⫻ [/b][/color] Eilrethiel drifted to Greyharrow after hearing it was a mixed city filled with all sorts of people, hoping to maybe find somewhere he’d belong. It definitely has [i]nothing[/i] to do with the multiple counts of theft, breaking and entering, and stalking he has against his name. It wasn’t like he knew the windows he was climbing through belonged to nobles! He didn’t do anything bad enough to have a bounty on him, and hasn’t even realised he’s only vaguely wanted in some local jurisdictions. He still doesn’t know how surface laws work, after all. Better to be safe than sorry.

[color=4967d5][b]WHAT DO OTHERS IN TOWN THINK OF THEM  ⫻ [/b][/color] Eilrethiel is relatively new to Greyharrow, and hasn’t really settled in. He’s viewed as odd but mostly friendly, with a proclivity to outrageous stories and mean jabs. Harmless and odd is probably the prevailing opinion. Thankfully for the townsfolk, he’s yet to latch onto anyone.

[color=4967d5][b]EQUIPMENT ⫻[/b][/color] Eilrethiel has a sleek bone knife that he always keeps on him. He wears no armour, as it gets in the way of his spellcasting. He has various pouches filled with spell components, always carrying a few on his person. He carries rations with him, but not many other essentials - he’s just too weak to carry around much.

[color=4967d5][b]FLAWS  ⫻[/b][/color] Eilrethiel can be incredibly obsessive. After losing everything he knew, he now has a habit of latching onto anyone who shows him the least bit of interest. This manifests incredibly unhealthily, to the point where he’s even stalked people before. However, his obsession isn’t always limited to one person. It can be multiple at a time, leading to him also appearing fickle. He can manipulate people to get what he wants- though it’s rarely something malicious, it doesn’t change the action. Often he’ll get grumpy when things don’t go his way (even though he’ll just as often follow along with other’s bad decisions), and can come across as erratic because of sudden changes in mood. It’s more jarring when he has a habit of moulding himself based on the people around him, like a sponge for personality traits. He can often lack consideration for others that aren’t those he cares for (or is obsessed over), though he’s rarely mean to people’s faces (though gladly behind their backs).

Eilrethiel also comes from a completely different culture. While he’s lived on the land for almost six years, he still hasn’t gotten to grip with all the social norms. 
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[sub][color=4967d5][b] Backstory[/b][/color][/sub]
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[i]"Everything’s so strange up here. Where I grew up, people weren’t so violent. Well, I guess we weren’t too fond of outsiders, but we didn’t stab you just for picking up the wrong thing."[/i]

[indent]Sea elves are generally insular and reclusive, and Eilrethiel’s community was no different. Situated in a vast coral reef in the Firedrake Bay, their village was formed around the natural underwater landscape. They had formed a cautious bond with the local fishing village, with an agreement they only caught what they needed and treated the ocean’s inhabitants with respect. The sea elves and the humans of each town traded goods that couldn’t be found on either side, though most interaction beyond that was kept to a minimum. 

Eilrethiel’s mother, Firiashe, was among the more curious and rebellious of the enclave. She’d just come of age, a few years over a hundred, when she met a fisherman during a brief trip on land. One thing led to another, and Eilrethiel was the result. It was a brief fling that ended as quickly as it started. While the pregnancy was unexpected, Firiashe was happy to have a child.

Half sea elves were incredibly rare- the human side often dominating and leaving them unable to live underwater. Elrethiel was lucky, born with a mostly working set of gills along with normal human lungs. He could be brought up by his mother, rather than her having to give him away. So Elrethiel was brought up in the coral reef underneath the ocean.

However, his gills were slightly deformed, and he didn’t have the same resistance to cold his full blooded peers have. He struggled to breath, with Firiashe taking him on land for short periods in an attempt to help. On land, his gills got in the way, making his breathing only a little better. He just had to get used to it. It was another thing that set him aside from the full blooded sea elves his age. While he had friends, and played happily with other children, he was never included in the same way.

This led to him forming unhealthily strong attachments to those who did give him more attention, leading to bouts of jealousy. He was incredibly clingy to his mother, who was the main reason he had such a happy childhood. While he would often get jealous of her lovers, they rarely lasted long. And he was her son- he was irreplaceable, unlike them. 

Elrethiel’s magic started showing itself when he went through puberty, with minor magical tricks happening around him. It wasn’t until he was fourteen that he realised his connection with the moon and that he was a sorcerer. Arcane magic users were rare among sea elves, aside from bards, and he was the only one in his village. This made him special, but it was yet another thing that made him different from everyone else too. While for some it led to suspicion, Firiashe saw it as a blessing. The moon was important to their way of life, after all, with its effects on the tides, so his magic granted by it could only be a good thing.

As he neared adulthood, his somewhat isolated but happy life was disrupted. The once small town was growing, with greedy nobles looking at all the valuable underwater life in the firedrake bay as a way to make themselves richer. The fishermen the village had agreements with were pushed out of their jobs because of permits and new laws. More industrialised fishing was put in place, which meant more sea elves being accidentally caught and killed. The already small village felt every loss, and it only got worse as the water began to be more polluted. Sickness spread like it never had before. 

So the village made the decision to move deeper into the Trackless Sea where surface dwellers couldn’t reach. But Eilrethiel wouldn’t be able to survive in the deeper ocean. Barely eighteen, not feeling like an adult at all having aged so much faster than his peers, he was left with an awful decision. 

His mother couldn’t survive on the surface, but he couldn’t surface deeper into the ocean. 

Either one of them sacrificed their life for a few more years together, or they separated. In the end, Firiashe made him leave. She gave him what advice she could, and the village let him take whatever he needed to survive. Before they parted, she told him not to trust the surface dwellers easily. They weren’t like their sea elf community, tight knit and working together for the good of everyone.

Eilrethiel had to start again on the surface. The social difference was incredibly jarring. From the first town he reached he realised this. He was almost thrown in jail for taking some clothes off a line to blend in, only just managed to smooth talk his way out of it. For sea elves, ownership wasn’t a thing. Anything lying around the village was for anyone to use! This was just the first of many things that almost tripped him up on the surface.

As he travelled up the sword coast, he slowly adapted. He didn’t need to worry much about food, able to dive into the sea to hunt down fish, but he earned money with his magic as he could. After a couple of years, he even attended school in waterdeep for a year. A school for astronomy focused wizards, he managed to lie his way in using his lunar sorcery and general ability to make shit up. 

It was a good year and a half, and where he started to make connections. Then obsessions. Then perhaps some not so good behaviours such as following his obsessions around… But he really was learning there! As much as he could, barely knowing how to read at the time.

But good things don’t last. His lies got found out, and he was chased out. He moved to Neverwinter for another couple of years, before fleeing the local authorities after breaking and entering into multiple nobles' homes to visit people he’d befriended. 

Now, just a month ago, he came to Greyharrow, hoping to finally find somewhere he belonged. And also avoid getting thrown in jail. 
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[sub][color=4967d5][b]WIZARD, DRUID, & SORCEROR[/b][/color][/sub] 
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[i]"As the moon changes, so do I."[/i]

[indent][color=4967d5][b]TYPE  ⫻[/b][/color] Sorcerer (Lunar)

[color=4967d5][b]MAGIC ⫻[/b][/color]  
[indent]As a lunar sorcerer, Eilrethiel’s magic is tied to the phases of the moon itself. The spells he has access to depend on the moon’s phases, with his connection to it unlocking a different kind of innate magic as it waxes and wanes. This means he has access to more spells than the normal sorcerer, but he’s limited by the current moon phase of his [i]home world[/i]. His magic is split into three phases.

[b]Gibous Phase[/b], when more than half of the moon is visible. This includes the full moon. During this phase he can use specific Abjuration, Divination and Conjuration spells he knows. His pupils glow a silver-white when he uses magic during this phase.

[b]Crescent Phase[/b], when less than half of the moon is visible, including the new moon. During this phase he has access to certain Necromancy, Enchantment and Transmutation spells. His pupils turn black when he uses magic during this phase. 

[b]Half Moon Phase[/b], when half of the moon is visible and half is not. This is the shortest phase, only lasting four days per lunar cycle. He has access to certain Illusion and Evocation spells during this phase. One pupil glows silver-white and the other turns black when he uses magic during this phase.[/indent]

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[indent][color=4967d5][b]Moon Fire ⫻[/b][/color] Eilrethiel targets a creature that he can see within sixty feet, and calls down the moon’s radiance to cover them in a silver flame. This brief burst of flame hurts the target, but is incredibly fickle. Against an average sized human with average reflexes, it’ll only hit 50% of the time. Slower, bigger targets are hit more often, but a small and nimble target will likely be able to dodge the shining moon light that comes from the sky to cover them in flame.

[color=4967d5][b]Prestidigitation ⫻[/b][/color] The first spell Elrethiel learned, which is merely a magical trick. He can do various things with it. He can create an instantaneous, harmless sensory effect. He can light or snuff out a candle (or a flame of a similar size). He can make a colour, small mark or symbol appear on a surface, or he can create an illusory image that could fit in his hand. Most of these effects last for an hour at most, and are completely harmless.[/indent]

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[color=4967d5][b]Shield ⫻[/b][/color] Eilrethiel creates a brief barrier of magical force around him. This glows with a faint silver light like the moon, and lasts for about five minutes. It acts like chainmail armour, blocking or reducing the damage of certain attacks. If it’s hit with too many, it will break before the minute is done. 

[color=4967d5][b]Ice Knife ⫻[/b][/color] Using a drop of water, Eilrethiel creates a shard of ice and magically flings it towards a target. This shard of ice pierces the target before exploding on impact, hitting anyone else right next to the target. If they miss the target, the shard of ice will keep going and explodes against the next solid object it hits.

[color=4967d5][b]Comprehend Languages ⫻[/b][/color] By ingesting a pinch of salt Eilrethiel infused with his magic, he can understand any spoken language he hears for an hour. By touching words written in a language he would otherwise not understand, he can also read it in a language he understands. Unfortunately Eilrethiel’s reading level is that of a child’s, so he’ll only understand the simplest texts.
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[color=4967d5][b]Ray of Sickness ⫻[/b][/color] Empowered by the moon’s waning light, Eilrethiel shoots a ray of dark green energy toward a target within sixty feet of them. It damages the target if it successfully hits them, making them feel sick and off. Weaker creatures will be lightly poisoned by this- a poison that makes them have the overwhelming urge to throw up along with weakening them, but only lasts for a couple of minutes.

[color=4967d5][b]Sleep ⫻[/b][/color] Sprinkling a pinch of sand from his fingers into the air, Eilrethiel can send targets he chooses in a radius of twenty feet into a magical slumber. This circle of magical sleep has to be within ninety feet of him. The sturdier a person is, the more likely they can resist the magical sleep and stay awake. It lasts for a minute, or until the magically sleeping people are attacked or someone wakes them up (with a shake or a slap). 

[color=4967d5][b]Feather Fall ⫻[/b][/color] With a snap of his fingers, Eilrethiel can slow down the falling speed of himself and four others in sight and within sixty feet of him. This allows them to fall like a feather, negating death or damage that would come from plummeting down and allowing them to land on their feet. He can [i]only[/i] use it as a reaction to falling himself, rather than precasting or using it to save someone else from falling. If he wanted to do the latter, he’d have to jump off with them.
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[color=4967d5][b]Colour Spray ⫻[/b][/color] Using a pinch of brightly coloured powder made from ground up coral, Eilrethiel shoots a fifteen foot cone of brightly coloured lights from his hands. Anyone that can see and is hit by it is temporarily blinded, with the effect lessening the further away from him they are. Stronger people caught in it may be able to resist the effect. The blindness lasts for thirty seconds. 

[color=4967d5][b]Tasha’s Caustic Brew ⫻[/b][/color] Eilrethiel shoots a stream of acid from his fingers tips in a thirty foot line in front of him. Any creature caught in it that doesn’t manage to dodge out of the way is covered in acid. This acid is relatively weak, but will burn and painfully damage any exposed skin it covers. It soaks into normal clothing, and will begin to melt or burn through anything else. After a minute, it dissipates. 

[color=4967d5][b]Thunder Wave ⫻[/b][/color] A wave of thunderous force pushes out in a fifteen foot cone from Eilrethiel’s hands. Anyone caught in it that isn’t sturdy enough is hurt by the brute force of it slamming into them and pushed back ten feet. Any unsecured objects are pushed back. This spell is incredibly loud on land, making it bad for stealth. Underwater it’s much quieter, though the ripples of it can be felt from further away, and the waves it creates can push creatures not caught in it back a few metres.
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[color=4967d5][b]CURRENT WANDS/TOMES/STAFFS  ⫻[/b][/color] As a lunar sorcerer Eilrethiel doesn’t need any kind of tool or conduit for his magic, channeling it through himself. 

[color=4967d5][b]LIMITS  ⫻[/b][/color] Eilrethiel can only cast the spells matching the current lunar phase of his home world (aside from his cantrips, which he can always cast). 

Some of Eilrethiel’s spells have material components, many of which he sourced from his home under the sea and may be more difficult to replace now that he’s on land. This means he has to be careful when casting those specific spells. 

His magic is strong, but often chaotic and tiring on his body. While he has enough magical power to cast as many spells as he wants, his body can’t handle it, and eventually he’ll be fatigued or knocked out by his own spell casting. The more he pushes himself and casts beyond his limits, the more likely something will go wrong with one of the spells too.

Each individual spell has its limits as written in their descriptions (range, time it lasts, ect). The majority of his spells work underwater, but this means that sometimes they’re cast oddly or more likely to be affected by the current environment. 

[color=4967d5][b]WEAKNESSES  ⫻[/b][/color] (DO NOT FILL THIS OUT, I WILL PROVIDE IT FOR YOU)
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[i]"I never knew books weren’t meant to fall apart when you open them!"[/i]

[indent]Eilrethiel can’t read. 
[sub]Ok. He can read and write (in common) like a ten year old. It’s not because he has any difficulties, just that books don’t survive underwater! And ink they could use was a pain to make… Sea Elvish is barely a writable language anyway.[/sub]

Eir is pronounce Ire. He tends to use it because most people can't pronounce his name properly (funky sea elvish pronounciation, don't ask).
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