Círdan

.:Basic Info
Name:
Círdan

Age:
22

Gender:
Male


.:Appearance
Height:
6'1"
186cm

Weight:
135lbs
61kg

Build:
Slightly athletic, mostly scrawny.

Facial Photo:

(in lieu of hair/eye color)


.:Background and Personality
Personality:
Círdan is, in anywhere he doesn't know, a quiet, observant type of person who seeks knowledge of these unknown lands. He often interacts with anyone who will entertain his personality – especially his questions – and uses that time to get a feel for the people of a region. In places where he is familiar, he is more free-spirited and prone to acts of foolishness bordering on being child-like. In his homeland, he is often involved with any sorts of trouble with his friends or family.
Círdan is not always a jokeful individual in his home, however. He can be and often is quite serious especially with age. As he learns more of the world and gains in age-related wisdom, he becomes more quieted and less childish.
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History:
Círdan began his life in Kaana, one of many villages in what used to be the Kingdom of Loken. His life was similar to the common life in the North, gathering food and supplies in the Summer and Autumn in order to survive the harsh Winter and cold Spring. However, his life was made especially difficult by his very species. He was a cross between Man and Elf, creating a half-breed that was the disdain of both sides. This made childhood especially difficult, as he was hard-pressed to find any sort of friends in the village. Even if the children were accepting of what Círdan was, their parents shunned him like a diseased wild animal.
When he was born, Círdan was cursed by the village healer, to be haunted by the dead for every moment of his life. While not entirely true, the magic took hold in a peculiar way. From mid dusk to the break of dawn, Círdan would see the spirits of the dead. It was horrifying at first, to see the gnarled, maimed, or diseased bodies of however an individual appeared on the moment of their death. In time, he grew accustomed to their presence, but that only increased the danger he was in. The less he feared the dead, the closer he grew to them. The closer he grew to them, the more he could interact with them to the point that the malicious spirits of the land could harm him just as easily as a pack of wolves.

To help him master his connection to the dead, he was went to Zar Kal, the only major city in Loken. There, at eleven years old, he was enrolled in the Mages College of the North – one of the only surviving Mage Colleges in the entire land. He was taught the fundamentals, beginning with magic theory. From there he moved on, and took a great interest in Language Magic. It was commonly used instinctually by the Elves and he felt a connection to the style due to his heritage.
His time at the College took up most of his two-and-twenty years, until he had learned all that the remnants of old tomes and knowledge could teach him. He was still no master sorceror and felt the call of other regions beckon him to seek out knowledge and adventure. At age twenty-one, he was off on his journey South.

The road South was filled with trouble, especially while he still bordered on Duskworld, which was the name that Northerners gave the area where the night lasted much longer than the day. In the wilder areas, in old battlefields and forgotten graveyards, he had to place wards and take care on where he sought shelter or he would be consumed by the hateful dead. They were only part of the problem, since he had the appearance of at least a commoner. Thieves and bandits frequented the roads and caused him a deal of grief on the way from the North and forced him to learn how to fight in a hurry. Though unskilled, Círdan is capable of wielding swords, daggers, and shields if need be.

In his unknowing of the dangers some regions in the South contained, he found his way to the Sundered Plains of Nessic.
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Affiliation:
He is loyal mostly to himself, having no lord or king to speak of, but he keeps slight ties of Northern and Elven gods, mostly out of respect, rather than true faith.

Home:
The Village of Kaana, in the Loken Region to the North.

Family:
- Korus, father, human
- Illiha, mother, elf
- Nia Shur, sister, half elf, unknown to Círdan


.:Miscellaneous
Sample Post:
Círdan stomped heavily through the Plains, currently cursing the day he had ever thought going South was a wise notion. His clothing, dark and silver wools and thick linens suited for colder environments, were sweltering in the arid plains and he wasn't even wearing his heavy cloak. In his fatigue, he had forsaken the concealment of his magic staff in favor of using it as a walking stick to traverse this unfriendly landscape.

With a sigh and a quick arch of his back to stretch, he stopped his trek for a moment and looked to the horizon, seeking any signs of civilization, life, or even a cloud. He saw none but a horserider in the distance. He took a breath of relief that someone else was in this hostile place and stood a little straighter from a sudden rush of energy. Hoping his legs were fast and the horse was slow, he hefted his stave and made his way towards the other individual. With luck, the unknown person would be friendly and he could get a drink and perhaps a ride to the nearest town.
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Likes:
- Cold
- Owls
- Intelligent individuals
- Learning new things
- Snakes

Dislikes:
- Heat:

- Direct sunlight, especially in his eyes
- The old healer of Kaana village
- Spiders
- The malicious dead

Strengths:
- Observant
- Can use magic
- Has slightly better hearing, vision, and agility from Elvish heritage.

Weaknesses:
- Naive in other cultures
- Potential to be harmed by the dead
- Unskilled with any combat methods aside from magic

Biggest Fear:
Círdan's biggest fear is that one day he will become entrapped between the Living and Dead worlds by the curse he carries, leaving him in a strange realm between realms where he faces uncertainty and constant danger.
Another, almost equal, fear is that he will be cast into the realm of the dead, simply vanishing from existence.


.:Training
Mentor(s):
The scholars of Mages College of the North in Zar Kal.

Powers:
- See the dead
- Elvish magic, based on their old language
- Silent magic, but not very skilled.

Skills:
Círdan can use a sword, dagger, and shield to save his life if need be, but he is not very skilled in such things as lockpicking or fast-talking. He used to climb trees as a child, so he can climb around a bit but not with exceptional skill.

Avg. Mastery:
Magic: Normal, everyday mage.
Combat: Novice
Stealth: Unskilled


.:Inventory
Avg. Money:
Right now, he's generally poor. No more than fifty silvers at any time.

Weapons:
A silver dagger he got from the Mages College and his staff (it can become a wand).

Usual Equipment:
His weapons, a pack that he keeps under his outermost clothing layer, and rope. Food and consumables come and go so often that they're not woth mentioning.