Landion Ohta'Raumo/ Tethinrhim/ Bowyer

[Landion Ohta'Raumo]

Landion Ohta'Raumo

Age 229

Gender Male

Race Elven

Tribe Tethinrhim

Occupation Bowyer

Title Stoic Archer

•Physical Appearance•

Height 2 Peds, 3 Nailsbreadths

Weight 2 Pygges, 1 Hafeb, 3 Ods

Hair Color Silver Blond

Eye Color Pale Blue

     Landion takes great care in keeping his appearance neat and clean, bathing and grooming himself regularly and brushing his long, silvery blond hair until it glistens with a healthy sheen. He keeps the soft locks trimmed to a length just above his shoulder blades and cuts the bangs to frame his face. Generally it is left free to float weightlessly around his shoulder but in combat he ties it into a high ponytail at the top of his head. The gathered tresses will bounce around with every movement, almost as if they have a life of their own.

     The structure of his face is very much elven. His cheekbones are high and prominent, working well with the hard set of his jaw, which is slightly wider than average. Flawless, pale skin is luminous and glows with exquisite health. His lips are only slightly darker with a rosy hue. It is rare for them to be seen smiling and even rarer still for them to quiver with laughter. A slender and straight nose is situated between a pair of pale blue eyes. Slightly angular, the glassy orbs are framed by silvery lashes and hold an air of mystery. His ears, longer than a humans, come to a sharp point at the ends and peak out from under his voluminous hair. In the end all of these features culminate to create the face of a handsome, if somewhat androgynous man.

     Like others of his race he is tall, standing at just over two peds, with a slender build. Covering the narrow frame is lean, sinewy muscle that ripples and grows taut when flexed. His legs are thin but strong and come to an apex at his tapered waist. Broad, defined shoulders, formed from many years of archery, lead down to a torso that is solid muscle, cording the entirety of his chest, stomach and back. His movements are calculated and graceful, never clumsy or rushed. He moves as if he has all the time in the world and, as an elf, he very nearly does.

     Sporadically across his body scars can be found in every stage of the healing process. Some of the older ones have faded to thin, nearly invisible lines while newer ones are raised and tinted a slightly pinkish hue. As new ones are made, the old ones fade away; perhaps a metaphor for the comings and goings of just about everything in an elf's lifetime. The only other thing marring the surfaces of his skin is a tattoo on his upper left arm; the Eye of Avá, the Tethinrhim Tribe's symbol and a symbol representing his soul name, given to him by the Avár'Soórn.

•Clothing•

    While his clothing is plain and unblemished, they are of decent quality and impeccably maintained. His shirts range in color from nondescript white to natural greens and browns. They are tailored to his frame but remain loose enough to allow free, unimpeded movement. His trousers are formfitting and made of doeskin, dyed gray and brown. Knee-high boots are made of malleable leather, lace up the front and mold seamlessly to his ankles and calves. For combat he has a thick leather vest and chaps, worn to protect some of the more vital areas of his anatomy from serious injury. For places with colder climates he has a gray and white fur cloak as well as a long-sleeved wool sweater of similar coloring.

•Personality•

In general, Landion is a kind, generous person and not one to withhold what he can spare. He has a quiet, serene disposition and is rarely seen nervous or flustered. He highly values loyalty, honesty and compassion, bringing justice to those who wrong him or someone he cares about. Not one for public displays of affection, he even kept his love for his Catherine to himself until they were in the privacy of their home.

Landion cannot abide stupidity and while he would never criticize someone because of their lack of education, he does feel that everyone should possess commonsense, at least to some degree. Once he has determined that a persons level of intelligence is so low that their opinions cease to matter, he will make it a point to ignore them and even make an effort to avoid them as well.

•Strengths•

Archery
Many years of practice and experience has cause him to develop into a master of Instinctual Aiming. Rather than taking the time to line up a shot, his skill and muscle memory allow him to hit a target without the added time needed to aim. He uses these skills for hunting and defense, and while he prefers the Longbow, he is more than competent with a Compound or Composite bow as well.

Bowyer
His fathers knowledge of bow crafting was passed down to him at a early age. While his technique mimics his father exactly, the design and adornment is unique to his own creativity and imagination. Many years practicing his craft has made him quite proficient and while he wouldn't go as far as calling himself a master bowyer, like his father, his bows are always well crafted and durable. This is his main source of income.

Swordplay
While his mothers knowledge of swordplay wasn't vast, she taught him what she had learned from her father. Preferring archery, he never practiced as diligently with swords and so his own skill is moderate at best. He uses two one-handed swords and these skills are only used when an enemy gets too close for a bow to be practical.

Bi-Lingual
Years interacting with people of other races has taught him the Tharian language. He can speak the language nearly fluently and can moderately comprehend it when written. If his appearance wouldn't do it, his accent would belie his race and occasionally he will pause thoughtfully while speaking, attempting to find the correct words.

Calm
Ever calm and composed, it takes a lot to make Landion nervous or frantic and even more to cause him to outwardly show those emotions. He will enter even the most fearsome of tasks with a tranquil and levelheaded mind. This allows him to think rationally and without the encumbrance of fear or agitation, he can more quickly and easily decide on the best course of action.

Tinwë
She is a Sarvonian Heavy Horse that he purchased while in Bardavos. Not only does she make travel faster and easier but she is a horse of an easy-going temperament and provides great company and companionship. She is very loyal and trained to come to him at his distinct whistle.

•Weaknesses•

Blunt
Landion is not one for conversation, unless it has a purpose, but when he does speak, he is direct and to the point. He doesn't filter what he says to suit someone else and on more than one occasion has insulted the person he was speaking to. Every so often he will say the wrong thing to the wrong person and find himself in a barroom brawl or even something more serious.

Weak Shoulder
Years as an archer has weakened his right shoulder. He can only keep his bow fully drawn before a couple minutes before his shoulder becomes stiff and pained, locking up if the arrow is not released. In addition, he can only fully draw his bow several times before he is forced to draw it back three-quarters of the way or even half way, significantly decreasing the the distance that his arrows can travel.

Over-Confident
Years of experience has made Landion somewhat over-confident in his abilities. Never having succumb to serious injury has only added to that confidence. Sooner or later he will underestimate his opponent or overestimate his own abilities and the results will not be pleasant.

Lactose-Intolerant
Since his early childhood Landion has had an issue processing and digesting dairy products. When ingested, the substance will almost immediately be rejected and an upheaval of the contents of his stomach is in his near future.

Partially Deaf
Not long after the development of his lactose-intolerance, the muffled sound in his ear since he was a child developed into something much worse. He is nearly completely deaf in his left ear, only being able to hear loud noises but not able to distinguish words or voices.

No Patience for Stupidity
Landion cannot abide stupidity and while he would never openly criticize someone for their lack of intelligence, he will go out of his way to ignore and avoid them. Occasionally, when people notice his quiet censure, they will approach him about it. Ever honest and direct, he will tell them the truth about his feelings towards them and for the most part, they don't take his disapproval kindly.

•History•

1460

The sunlight filtered through the branches of the large Oak, reflecting brilliantly off of his silvery tresses until they glittered as if they were the ore itself. He sat with his back against the trunk of the tree and watched his father tillering a long branch which he procured from the very same tree he was leaning against.

"The wood has a memory, son. Only one person should ever draw back the string of a bow for fear of the wood cracking. " He smiled at his son who looked nothing like himself but nearly mirrored his wife. "And you shall be the only one to ever draw this particular bow."

The man stood, his son quickly following suit, and held the unfinished Longbow up to his son. Only seventeen years old, the branch was very nearly the same height as him.

"It may be too big for you now but be patient, soon you will grow into it and be one of the finest archers in Sarvonia." His father said, before placing his hand atop the boys head in a gentle showing of love and affection.

"But father, what if I don't?" Landion asked worriedly. "If I never grow tall enough, the bow will never suit me. Will you teach me how to make a new one?"

His fathered chuckled at his son but nodded his consent. "Yes, my son, I will teach you."

As promised, his father did teach him the art of crafting a bow as well as how to shoot it. Even though, like all Tehinrhim children, he was tutored in everything from fishing to fighting, he had an affinity for anything having to do with a bow. Landion practiced diligently but became frustrated when he noticed that his aim was nowhere near as accurate as his father. Patience my son, he would say. You will be a master archer soon enough. When his mother commented on the fact that she believed he was spending too much time practicing with the bow, Landion wholeheartedly agreed with her. To her dismay, he pleaded with her to teach him what knowledge of swordplay she knew.

"I was never a warrior like your grandfather but I will teach you what I know, on one condition." She told him.

"Yes mother, what is it?" He asked in anticipation.

"You must spend more time playing with the other children." She said with a slight grin.

Landion promised and although that promise wasn't fulfilled to his mothers liking, she did indeed pass down the minimal knowledge she had to her son.

Those tender years of childhood were important one for growth and while Landion was indeed getting taller and stronger, as his father had foretold, there were other less exciting changes. The first was the sudden discovery that he could no longer properly process dairy products. As an infant he never had a problem drinking milk or eating cheese but for an unexplainable reason they were beginning to make him sick. After awhile he resigned himself to the fact that no matter how many times he attempted to eat a piece of goat-cheese, the ending result would always be an upheaval of his stomach

Another unexplainable but vastly more upsetting change was when his left ear went almost completely deaf. From a young age he knew that there was a slight difference in his hearing ability from one ear to the other, but the drastic change that happened almost overnight was too much for a young boy to handle. For months he secluded himself from his friends and family, never venturing far from his home, not even to practice archery. One day his father came to him, ever wise and caring, and said to him: "No one person is perfect son, including myself. It is our differences and imperfections that make us who we are, and the problems that you are having now will only strengthen who you are as a person." Landion was moved by his fathers words and showed it by adamantly insisting on resuming their daily practices.

1529

Landion sat perched atop his fathers Sarvonian Heavy Horse, looking down at his parents with a mixture of love and distress. This was the first time in his life that he was leaving his home and his family. His great uncle Mahta invited Landion to join him on his journey to the Nirmenith Mountains in search of his oldest friend, Grogrim; a Mitharim dwarf who ventured south to search for remnants of his ancestors. This was to be Grogrims final adventure before his Stone Turning started but after months without word from the old dwarf, Mahta decided it was about time to go searching for him.

The "goodbye" was quick and nearly emotionless, with his mother gingerly holding his hand and showing him, more with her eyes than words or contact, that she would miss him dearly. His father said nothing, only giving him the bow that he crafted for him years ago.

"You were right father... I did grow into it."

The corner of his fathers lips curled up in a quivering smile and then he was gone, followed quickly by his mother and Landion watched after their shadows are they disappeared into the woods.

The pair traveled nearly nonstop, pausing for only a couple hours at a time to meditate and allow their horses to rest. When they reached the Saradon Forests they set up camp for the first time since leaving Auturian. Landion and his uncle sat together by the fire and Mahta entertained his nephew with stories of his and Grogrims adventures. The unlikely pair met when Mahta saved the dwarf from the pincers of a Giant Spider in the Auturian Forest, though to this day Gorgrim will not admit to ever having needed to be saved. He had been traveling to the High Fores to visit a few distant relatives when he stumbled upon the spider. The two had been the closest of friends since that day.

"The night before Grogrim was suppose to marry, he fled the caves and after acquiring my companionship we traveled north." Mahta told his nephew with a grin. "We weren't going anywhere in particular, I believe that a dwarf such as him couldn't stand the idea of being tied down to anyone. He would venture from his home in the mountains yearly, which is really quite often for a dwarf." He stoked the embers of the fire, staring at the red flames with a look in his eyes that touched Landion.

"Please, Uncle, go on."

"We ventured all over Southern Sarvonia, slaying beasts and exploring caves and passages long ago forgotten. When Grogrim returned home several years later, his dwarven woman had married another. He wasn't surprised, you see, dwarven men outnumber dwarven women by quite a lot and when a dwarven man decides he wants to marry he must choose a woman quickly before another gets to her first."

For two more nights they tended camp, hunting for food during the day and laughing over Mahtas stories at night. When they finally moved on and exited the forest towards the Narfost Plain, they came across a Shedar merchant caravan being attacked by a group of bandits.

"Shall we intervene, Landion?" His uncle asked him.

As an answer he pulled his Longbow from over his shoulder and notched an arrow in the string, pulling back until the bow was fully drawn.

"There's your sense of adventure, young one. I was beginning to wonder when I would see it." Mahta said, similarly notching an arrow in his bow and drawing it back.

The two released the arrows at the same time and watched with satisfaction when they sank into the flesh of their targets.  With seven more bandits to go, the elven duo wasted no time notching more arrows and letting them fly. The bandits charged and two more were felled. Mahta had time to fire one more arrow before the remaining four were upon them. He dispatched with the first one quickly, throwing a small dagger into the mans neck. While he was busy countering an attack from the other bandit, the two that were left went for Landion.

Dropping his bow to the ground, Landion simultaneously rushed to meet his attackers and drew the twin sabres from their sheaths on his back. He brought his left arm up to deflect the wide sweep of his opponents sword, the two blades coming together in a shower of sparks. With his right arm he drove the other blade into the mans gut right up to the hilt. Retracting his sword he gave the man a kick to the chest and leaped over him as he fell onto his back. The last man brought his sword down in an arching motion from over his head. Bringing the to sabres together he caught the mans blade between his own. The man was strong but his arms were shaking visibly and it wasn't difficult for Landion to bring the blades of his swords together and twist his enemy's weapon away from him.

Unarmed and finding himself alone, the man fell to his knees and begged Landion to have mercy. Landion let him go, without his sword, and he fled into the forest. The Shendar merchants were grateful and showed their appreciation by bestowing upon them some of their prized jewelry. The elven men kept only a few choice pieces, not ones to covet material possessions.

The rest of their journey was rather eventful but the heat of the Ráhaz-Dáth desert could be suffocating at times. As it turned out, their travels were cut short when they came across Grogrim in Uderza. He had been living amongst the Shendar for several weeks now and the reason became obvious immediately. His eyes were filmy and bulging, and his movements seemed slow and pained. He was entering his Stone-Turning here in the desert and Mahta felt for him.

"We much get him back to the Mithral Mountains immediately." Mahta said to his nephew. "He will pass soon and there is much that he still needs to take care of."

They moved as quickly as Grogrims condition would allow them too and they came upon the mountains sooner than expected. Mahta accompanied his long time friend into the mountains, leaving Landion camped at the foot of them. At little over a month went by before his uncle emerged. He didn't speak a word but his eyes said everything. Landion could not imagine how desolated his uncle must feel to see a friendship almost two hundred years old end soon suddenly. His uncle returned to their people in the Auturian Forest but Landion, having had his first taste of adventure, was not quite ready to go home.

1562

After many years of traveling he began to feel that a respite was in order and so when he came to Bardavos, he decided that it was as good a place as any to take up shop. He chose to live outside the city in a tent roughly 15x15 peds and tall enough to allow for his height. During the day he would venture into the city and sell bows of his own crafting from a merchant stall. Generally he kept to himself and didn't often converse with the locals until one day, a young human girl with fiery red hair, and an equally fiery personality, approached his stall.

"Oh, they are beautiful." She remarked in an awed tone. "My brother would love one of these for his birthday. How much are they?"

She was beautiful, for a human, and although she didn't look any different from her short-lived brethren, there was something about her that caught Landions attention.

"Two Goldbards."

"Oh my.. That is a great deal of money." She whispered so softly that even his keen elven ears had a hard time hearing her.

The look of despair on that beautiful face caused his heart to contract painfully. He wanted to comfort her, hold her, tell her that everything was going to be fine. These emotions were hard for an elf, let alone a Tethinrhim elf, to comprehend and cope with. She was a human for Avá's sake! For the first time in his adult life he was nervous. His palms were damp with sweat and his heart was beating audibly in his chest.

"Please." He told her before pulling one of the longbows from a hook on the stall. "A gift."

He handed the bow to her and as she took it in her hands, her face lit up with a brilliant smile. Her joy gave him joy and miraculously, he felt himself smiling right along with her.

"You know, I have seen you out here several times before and I believe this is the first time I have seen you smile." She told him. "My name is Catherine."

He didn't respond, too afraid of what might come out of his mouth if he tried. Once she was gone he packed up his wares and headed out of the city to his tent, running the whole way there. He didn't venture back into the city for several days but instead wrestled with his own emotions, his heart and head pulling him in two different directions. She was a human woman; fragile and naive. Even if he were able to wrap his elven mind around all of that, he lifespan would be but a fraction of his own and he was not sure whether or not he would be able to handle that.

The next time he went into the city it was raining and when he reached his stall, there she stood, dripping wet and looking for all the world like the most enchanting creature he had ever seen.

"I've been waiting for you." She told him, lowering her head to avoid meeting his eyes. "I'm not sure why I'm here. Can you tell me?" Looking up at him, she searched his face for an answer, any answer.

"Yes, I can."

Whatever it was that she saw caused her to close the distant between them and wrap her small arms around his waist. The top of her head only reached halfway up his chest and her slight frame felt breakable in his arms. He knew what he was doing was wrong for so many different reasons but he also knew that none of those reasons were enough to keep him from her.

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She was his complete opposite in every way. She was loud, boisterous and wore her emotions on her sleeve but that was what drew him to her. Landion was extremely protective of his red-haired beauty and did everything he could to please her. Being an elf, he preferred his tent to a home with four solid walls but with Catherine being human, he built her a house on the outskirts of the city. He was no master carpenter but it was quaint and solid and what mattered most was that it made her happy.

Landion was against the idea of having children, knowing how cruel the world could be to a half-elf but Catherine wanted nothing more than to have a child of their own and so they tried. The tried for five years until it became obvious that she was barren. It was hard on her for sometime but eventually she resigned herself to the idea that maybe she wasn't suppose to have children.
As the years went by Catherine aged and the older she got, the more it showed. Landion didn't care about her appearance and even though he loved her just as much as he had when she was in her youth, the differences were hard on her. Then, without warning, at the age of 62, Catherine passed in her sleep. Her death was the single most traumatic and devastating thing to ever happen to Landion. He mourned her for several years before finally leaving Bardavos, no longer able to take all of the reminders of her that the city held.

He purchased a Sarvonian Heavy Horse, very similar to the one his father had given him all those years ago, and left. First he went home to his family who supported their son and privately surrounded him with the kind of love that only parents can give. However, he didn't stay in the forest for long and soon traveled north, not sure where he was going and all-in-all, not too concerned where he ended up.

•Weaponry•

Longbow - The bow is handcrafted by himself and decorated with a floral pattern etched into the wood. It has a drawweight of 120 od and a distance of 2.5 dashes. He will craft more elaborate and intricate bows but he prefers simplicity. The bow is either slung across his body with the string going across his chest or secured to the back of Tinwë's saddle.

Sabres - He has twin sabres, roughly a ped long and forged from steel. The blades are long, slightly curved and razor sharp at the end facing away from the wielder, while the side facing him is blunt and thicker. The grip of the blades are made of iron and wrapped in thick, oiled leather. Matching sheaths house the swords and are usually strapped in a criss-crossing pattern across is back.

•Familiars•

Name: Tinwë
Age: 17
Species: Horse
Breed: Sarvonian Heavy
Hair Color: Cream Coat / Chestnut Mane
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Height: 5.5 Fores
Weight: 190 Hebs

Tinwë is a taller than average Sarvonian Heavy horse with shiny cream colored hair and a darker chestnut brown mane. Several years ago, while in Bardavos, Landion purchased her from a traveler who came to settle in the city and, having no use for a horse any longer, decided to sell her for the money needed to start his own business. The mare was only two-years-old at the time and it didn't take much effort for Landion to teach her a few simple calls. Over the years the pair has developed a bond that can only be understood by other horse owners. He will take care of Tinwë before himself and take care of her comfort and mane as well as he takes care of his own. Calm and docile, she is a perfect match for the Tethinrhim elf.

•Belongings•

Flint
Skillet and pot
Small skinning knife
Dried elk
Bedroll
Tooth cabbage
Toiletries
Two quivers of arrows
Saddle and saddle bags
Several bows for retail

[Thortar]

Firstly, welcome its looking good so far i must admit, you write well.

i like the weaknesses, especially lactose-intolerance made me smile, but i am interested to see how they effect his personality and possibly how he came to have these, traits.

[Landion Ohta'Raumo]

I know that there is much that still needs to be done but any comments on what I have done so far would be greatly appreciated.

[Malexia Vendu]

If archery and adventuring is going to be your focus, may I suggest a different elven tribe?

The Jhehellrhim

The Tethinrhim

They seem more fitting to your direction rather than the peaceful Quaelhoirhim.

Also, elves are more gifted for smaller, one handed weapons emphasizing dexterity. Two handed swords or heavy blades are not likely (except certain dark elven tribes perhaps).

[Landion Ohta'Raumo]

Thank you for the comments.

Are the Arthyrón an acceptable tribe for him?

[Malexia Vendu]

Yes, the Arthyron would work, but you would have to relocate to North Sarvonia. These elves do not live or travel to the Santharian kingdom (South Sarvonia).

The North and South are separated by impassable Tandala mountains, so you would need a reason to venture south where most of the current stories take place.

The aforementioned tribes I suggested are already in the South making things a bit easier for you, but it's your decision. 

[Landion Ohta'Raumo]

If I chose to change it to the Tethinrhim, would I be able to keep the coloring? Or is the blond hair too farfetched?

[Roy Tmofl]

Hello Landion! I am going to make comments on your CD in Orange

Landion Ohta'Raumo

Age 229

Gender Male

Race Elven

Tribe Tethinrhim

Occupation Bowyer

Title Stoic Archer

•Physical Appearance•

Height 2 Peds, 3 Nailsbreadths

Weight 2 Pygges, 1 Hafeb, 3 Ods

Hair Color Silver Blond

Eye Color Pale Blue

     Landion takes great care in keeping his appearance neat and clean, bathing and grooming himself regularly and brushing his long, silvery blond hair until it glistens with a healthy sheen. The soft locks, he feels, are his crowning glory and treats them as such, keeping the ends trimmed to a length just above his shoulder blades and cuts the bangs to frame his face. Frequently he will coat the silken mass in oils so that it retains its texture and strength. Generally it is left free to float weightlessly around his shoulder but in combat he ties it into a high ponytail at the top of his head. The gathered tresses will bounce around with every movement, almost as if they have a life of their own.

     The structure of his face is very much elven. His cheekbones are high and prominent, working well with the hard set of his jaw, which is slightly wider than average. Flawless, pale skin is luminous and glows with exquisite health. His lips are only slightly darker with a rosy hue. It is rare for them to be seen smiling and even rarer still for them to quiver with laughter. A slender and straight nose is situated between a pair of pale blue eyes. Slightly angular, the glassy orbs are framed by silvery lashes and hold an air of mystery. His ears, longer than a humans, come to a sharp point at the ends and peak out from under his voluminous hair. In the end all of these features culminate to create the face of a handsome, if somewhat androgynous man.

     Like others of his race he is tall, standing at just over two peds, with a slender build. Covering the narrow frame is lean, sinewy muscle that ripples and grows taut when flexed. His legs are thin but strong and come to an apex at his tapered waist. Broad, defined shoulder, formed from many years of archery, lead down to a torso that is solid muscle, cording the entirety of his chest, stomach and back. His movements are calculated and graceful, never clumsy or rushed. He moves as if he has all the time in the world and, as an elf, he very nearly does.

     Sporadically across his body scars can be found in every stage of the healing process. Some of the older ones have faded to thin, nearly invisible lines while newer ones are raised and tinted a slightly pinkish hue. As new ones are made, the old ones fade away; perhaps a metaphor for the comings and goings of just about everything in an elfs(ELF’S) lifetime. The only other thing marring the surfaces of his skin is a tattoo on his upper left arm; the Eye of Avá, the Tethinrhim Tribe's symbol and a symbol representing his soul name, given to him by the Avár'Soórn.

•Clothing•

    While his clothing is plain and unblemished, they are of decent quality and impeccably maintained. His shirts range in color from nondescript white to natural greens and browns. They are tailored to his frame but remain loose enough to allow free, unimpeded movement. His trousers are formfitting and made of doeskin, dyed gray and brown. Knee-high boots are made of malleable leather, lace up the front and mold seamlessly to his ankles and calves. For combat he has a thick leather vest and chaps, worn to protect some of the more vital areas of his anatomy from serious injury. For places with colder climates he has a gray and white fur cloak as well as a long-sleeved wool sweater of similar coloring.

•Personality•

•Strengths•

Archery
Many years of practice and experience has cause him to develop into a master of Instinctual Aiming. Rather than taking the time to line up a shot, his skill and muscle memory allow him to hit a target without the added time needed to aim. He uses these skills for hunting and defense, and while he prefers the Longbow, he is more than competent with a Compound or Composite bow as well.

Bowyer
His fathers(FATHER’S) knowledge of bow crafting was passed down to him at a (AN) early age. While his technique mimics his father exactly, the design and adornment is unique to his own creativity and imagination. Many years practicing his craft has made him quite proficient and while he wouldn't go as far as calling himself a master bowyer, like his father, his bows are always well crafted and durable. This is his main source of income.

Swordplay
While his mothers(MOTHER’S) knowledge of swordplay wasn't vast, she taught him what she had learned from her father. Preferring archery, he never practiced as diligently with swords and so his own skill is moderate at best. He uses two one-handed swords and these skills are only used when an enemy gets too close for a bow to be practical.

Literate
His mother was a writer, with works about the Gods and Avá credited to her name, and she was very insistent that her son knew how to read and write as well. His penmanship is elegant with graceful loops and clear, precise lettering.

Calm
Ever calm and composed, it takes a lot to make Landion nervous or frantic and even more to cause him to outwardly show those emotions. He will enter even the most fearsome of tasks with a tranquil and levelheaded mind. This allows him to think rationally and without the encumbrance of fear or agitation, he can more quickly and easily decide on the best course of action.

Tinwë

•Weaknesses•

Blunt

Depression

Over-Confident

Lactose-Intolerant

Partially Deaf

•History•

1460

The sunlight filtered through the branches of the large Oak, reflecting brilliantly off of his silvery tresses until they glittered as if they were the ore itself. He sat with his back against the trunk of the tree and watched his father tillering (TILLING. I’m not sure if you misspelled that word. It sounds like a real word to me but the word processor says it’s misspelled.) a long branch which he procured from the very same tree he was leaning against.

"The wood has a memory, son. Only one person should ever draw back the string of a bow for fear of the wood cracking. " He smiled at his son who looked nothing like himself but nearly mirrored his wife. "And you shall be the only one to ever draw this particular bow."

The man stood, his son quickly following suit, and held the unfinished Longbow up to his son. Only seventeen years old, the branch was very nearly the same height as him.

"It may be too big for you now but be patient, soon you will grow into it and be one of the finest archers in Sarvonia." His father said, before placing his hand atop the boys head in a gentle showing of love and affection.

"But father, what if I don't?" Landion asked worriedly. "If I never grow tall enough, the bow will never suit me. Will you teach me how to make a new one?"

His fathered chuckled at his son but nodded his consent. "Yes, my son, I will teach you."

As promised, his father did teach him the art of crafting a bow as well as how to shoot it. Even though, like all Tehinrhim children, he was tutored in everything from fishing to fighting, he had an affinity for anything having to do with a bow. Landion practiced diligently but became frustrated when he noticed that his aim was nowhere near as accurate as his father. Patience my son, he would say. You will be a master archer soon enough. When his mother commented on the fact that she believed he was spending too much time practicing with the bow, Landion wholeheartedly agreed with her. To her dismay, he pleaded with her to teach him what knowledge of swordplay she knew.

"I was never a warrior like your grandfather but I will teach you what I know, on one condition." She told him.

"Yes mother, what is it?" He asked in anticipation.

"You must spend more time playing with the other children." She said with a slight grin.

Landion promised and although that promise wasn't fulfilled to his mothers(MOTHER’S) liking, she did indeed pass down the minimal knowledge she had to her son.

Those tender years of childhood were important one for growth and while Landion was indeed getting taller and stronger, as his father had foretold, there were other less exciting changes. The first was the sudden discovery that he could no longer properly process dairy products. As an infant he never had problem drinking milk or eating cheese but for an unexplainable reason they were beginning to make him sick. After awhile(A WHILE) he resigned himself to the fact that no matter how many times he attempted to eat a piece of goat-cheese, the ending result would always be an upheaval of his stomach

Another unexplainable but vastly more upsetting change was when his left ear went almost completely deaf. From a young age he knew that there was a slight difference in his hearing ability from one ear to the other, but the drastic change that happened almost overnight was too much for a young boy to handle. For months he secluded himself from his friends and family, never venturing far from his home, not even to practice archery. One day his father came to him, ever wise and caring, and said to him: "No one person is perfect son, including myself. It is our differences and imperfections that make us who we are, and the problems that you are having now will only strengthen who you are as a person." Landion was moved by his fathers(FATHER’S) words and showed it by adamantly insisting on resuming their daily practices.

1529

Landion sat perched atop his fathers (FATHER’S) Sarvonian Heavy Horse, looking down at his parents with a mixture of love and distress. This was the first time in his life that he was leaving his home and his family. His great uncle Mahta invited Landion to join him on his journey to the Nirmenith Mountains in search of his oldest friend, Grogrim; a Mitharim dwarf who ventured south to search for remnants of his ancestors. This was to be Grogrims final adventure before his Stone Turning started but after months without word from the old dwarf, Mahta decided it was about time to go searching for him.

The "goodbye" was quick and nearly emotionless, with his mother gingerly holding his hand and showing him, more with her eyes than words or contact, that she would miss him dearly. His father said nothing, only giving him the bow that he crafted for him years ago.

"You were right father... I did grow into it."

The corner of his fathers (FATHER’S) lips curled up in a quivering smile and then he was gone, followed quickly by his mother and Landion watched after their shadows are they disappeared into the woods.
The pair traveled nearly nonstop, pausing for only a couple hours at a time to meditate and allow their horses to rest. When they reached the Saradon Forests they set up camp for the first time since leaving Auturian. Landion and his uncle sat together by the fire and Mahta entertained his nephew with stories of his and Grogrims adventures. The unlikely pair met when Mahta saved the dwarf from the pincers of a Giant Spider in the Auturian Forest, though to this day Gorgrim will not admit to ever having needed to be saved. He had been traveling to the High Fores to visit a few distant relatives when he stumbled upon the spider. The two had been the closest of friends since that day.

"The night before Grogrim was suppose(SUPPOSED) to marry, he fled the caves and after acquiring my companionship we traveled north." Mahta told his nephew with a grin. "We weren't going anywhere in particular, I believe that a dwarf such as him couldn't stand the idea of being tied down to anyone. He would venture from his home in the mountains yearly, which is really quite often for a dwarf." He stoked the embers of the fire, staring at the red flames with a look in his eyes that touched Landion.

"Please, Uncle, go on."

"We ventured all over Southern Sarvonia, slaying beasts and exploring caves and passages long ago forgotten. When Grogrim returned home several years later, his dwarven woman had married another. He wasn't surprised, you see, dwarven men outnumber dwarven women by quite a lot and when a dwarven man decides he wants to marry he must choose a woman quickly before another gets to her first."

For two more nights they tended camp, hunting for food during the day and laughing over Mahtas stories at night. When they finally moved on and exited the forest towards the Narfost Plain, they came across a Shedar merchant caravan being attacked by a group of bandits.
"Shall we intervene, Landion?" His uncle asked him.

As an answer he pulled his Longbow from over his shoulder and notched an arrow in the string, pulling back until the bow was fully drawn.

"There's your sense of adventure, young one. I was beginning to wonder when I would see it." Mahta said, similarly notching an arrow in his bow and drawing it back.

The two released the arrows at the same time and watched with satisfaction when they sank into the flesh of their targets.  With seven more bandits to go, the elven duo wasted no time notching more arrows and letting them fly. The bandits charged and two more were felled. Mahta had time to fire one more arrow before the remaining four were upon them. He dispatched with the first one quickly, throwing a small dagger into the mans(MAN’S) neck. While he was busy countering an attack from the other bandit, the two that were left went for Landion.

Dropping his bow to the ground, Landion simultaneously rushed to meet his attackers and drew the twin sabres from their sheaths on his back. He brought his left arm up to deflect the wide sweep of his opponents sword, the two blades coming together in a shower of sparks. With his right arm he drove the other blade into the mans gut right up to the hilt. Retracting his sword he gave the man a kick to the chest and leapt over him as he fell onto his back. The last man brought his sword down in an arching motion from over his head. Bringing the to sabres together he caught the mans(MAN’S) blade between his own. The man was strong but his arms were shaking visibly and it wasn't difficult for Landion to bring the blades of his swords together and twist his enemy's weapon away from him.

Unarmed and finding himself alone, the man fell to his knees and begged Landion to have mercy. Landion let him go, without his sword, and he fled into the forest. The Shendar merchants were grateful and showed their appreciation by bestowing upon them some of their prized jewelry. The elven men kept only a few choice pieces, not ones to covet material possessions.

The rest of their journey was rather eventful but the heat of the Ráhaz-Dáth desert could be suffocating at times. As it turned out, their travels were cut short when they came across Grogrim in Uderza. He had been living amongst the Shendar for several weeks now and the reason became obvious immediately. His eyes were filmy and bulging, and his movements seemed slow and pained. He was entering his Stone-Turning here in the desert and Mahta felt for him.

"We much get him back to the Mithral Mountains immediately." Mahta said to his nephew. "He will pass soon and there is much that he still needs to take care of."

They moved as quickly as Grogrims condition would allow them too and they came upon the mountains sooner than expected. Mahta accompanied his long time(LONG TIME) friend into the mountains, leaving Landion camped at the foot of them. At little over a month went by before his uncle emerged. He didn't speak a word but his eyes said everything. Landion could not imagine how desolated his uncle must feel to see a friendship almost two hundred years old end soon suddenly. His uncle returned to their people in the Auturian Forest but Landion, having had his first taste of adventure, was not quite ready to go home.

1562

After many years of traveling he began to feel that a respite was in order and so when he came to Bardavos, he decided that it was as good a place as any to take up shop. He chose to live outside the city in a tent roughly 15x15 peds and tall enough to allow for his height. During the day he would venture into the city and sell bows of his own crafting from a merchant stall. Generally he kept to himself and didn't often converse with the locals until on (ONE) day, a young human girl with fiery red hair, and an equally fiery personality, approached his stall.

"Oh, they are beautiful." She remarked in an awed tone. "My brother would love one of these for his birthday. How much are they?"

She was beautiful, for a human, and although she didn't look any different from her short-lived brethren, there was something about her that caught Landions attention.

"Two Goldbards."

"Oh my.. That is a great deal of money." She whispered so softly that even his keen elven ears had a hard time hearing her.

The look of dispair (DESPAIR) on that beautiful face caused his heart to contract painfully. He wanted to comfort her, hold her, tell her that everything was going to be fine. These emotions were hard for an elf, let alone a Tethinrhim elf, to comprehend and cope with. She was a human for Avá's sake! For the first time in his adult life he was nervous. His palms were damp with sweat and his heart was beating audibly in his chest.

"Please." He told her before pulling one of the longbows from a hook on the stall. "A gift."

He handed the bow to her and as she took it in her hands, her face lit up with a brilliant smile. Her joy gave him joy and miraculously, he felt himself smiling right along with her.

"You know, I have seen you out here several times before and I believe this is the first time I have seen you smile." She told him. "My name is Catherine."

He didn't respond, too afraid of what might come out of his mouth if he tried. Once she was gone he packed up his wares and headed out of the city to his tent, running the whole way there. He didn't venture back into the city for several days but instead wrestled with his own emotions, his heart and head pulling him in two different directions. She was a human woman; fragile and naive. Even if he were able to wrap his elven mind around all of that, he lifespan would be but a fraction of his own and he was not sure whether or not he would be able to handle that.

The next time he went into the city it was raining and when he reached his stall, there she stood, dripping wet and looking for all the world like the most enchanting creature he had ever seen.

"I've been waiting for you." She told him, lowering her head to avoid meeting his eyes. "I'm not sure why I'm here. Can you tell me?" Looking up at him, she searched his face for an answer, any answer.

"Yes, I can."

Whatever it was that she saw caused her to close the distant between them and wrap her small arms around his waist. The top of her head only reached halfway up his chest and her slight frame felt breakable in his arms. He knew what he was doing was wrong for so many different reasons but he also knew that none of those reasons were enough to keep him from her.

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She was his complete opposite in every way. She was loud, boisterous and wore her emotions on her sleeve but that was what drew him to her. Landion was extremely protective of his red-haired beauty and did everything he could to please her. Being and elf, he preferred his tent to a home with four solid walls but with Catherine being human, he built her a house on the outskirts of the city. He was no master carpenter but it was quaint and solid and what mattered most was that it made her happy.

Landion was against the idea of having children, knowing how cruel the world could be to a half-elf but Catherine wanted nothing more than to have a child of their own and so they tried. The tried for five years until it became obvious that she was barren. It was hard on her for sometime but eventually she resigned herself to the idea that maybe she wasn't suppose to have children.
As the years went by Catherine aged and the older she got, the more it showed. Landion didn't care about her appearance and even though he loved her just as much as he had when she was in her youth, the differences were hard on her. Then, without warning, at the age of 62, Catherine passed in her sleep. Her death was the single most traumatic and devastating thing to ever happen to Landion. He mourned her for several years before finally leaving Bardavos, no longer able to take all of the reminders of her that the city held.

He purchased a Sarvonian Heavy Horse, very similar to the one his father had given him all those years ago, and left. First he went home to his family who supported their son and privately surrounded him with the kind of love that only parents can give. However, he didn't stay in the forest for long and soon traveled north, not sure where he was going and all-in-all, not too concerned where he ended up.

•Weaponry•

•Familiars•

•Belongings•

I'm Sorry for not giving you any suggestions on history, geography, culture, or anything else important. But you will find that there are plenty of people competent on those subjects. I also apologize for commenting on this before you are finished. If you don't want any comments yet I can remove this.

[Valannía Fá’rhéneú]

This may seem impertinent, coming from someone who hasn't even begun to flesh out her character yet, but I would suggest that perhaps it might be too odd for an elf of your character's tribe to have such light colouring, given that they are so well known for having flame-coloured hair. Genetics like yours can't be so easily explained, whereas brown or maybe black hair could seem more explainable. -Shrugs- It's just my opinion, feel free to overlook it 

[Landion Ohta'Raumo]

I thought the same thing, Valannía. But I was informed by a moderator that it was fine so I left it.

[Landion Ohta'Raumo]

Alright, I believe I am finished now.

[Roy Tmofl]

Very nice CD. Not many mistakes at all. I will be making some comments in orange please feel free to accept them and deny the as you wish.

Landion Ohta'Raumo

Age 229

Gender Male

Race Elven

Tribe Tethinrhim

Occupation Bowyer

Title Stoic Archer

•Physical Appearance•

Height 2 Peds, 3 Nailsbreadths

Weight 2 Pygges, 1 Hafeb, 3 Ods

Hair Color Silver Blond

Eye Color Pale Blue

     Landion takes great care in keeping his appearance neat and clean, bathing and grooming himself regularly and brushing his long, silvery blond hair until it glistens with a healthy sheen. The soft locks, he feels, are his crowning glory and treats them as such, keeping the ends trimmed to a length just above his shoulder blades and cuts the bangs to frame his face. Frequently he will coat the silken mass in oils so that it retains its texture and strength. Generally it is left free to float weightlessly around his shoulder but in combat he ties it into a high ponytail at the top of his head. The gathered tresses will bounce around with every movement, almost as if they have a life of their own.

     The structure of his face is very much elven. His cheekbones are high and prominent, working well with the hard set of his jaw, which is slightly wider than average. Flawless, pale skin is luminous and glows with exquisite health. His lips are only slightly darker with a rosy hue. It is rare for them to be seen smiling and even rarer still for them to quiver with laughter. A slender and straight nose is situated between a pair of pale blue eyes. Slightly angular, the glassy orbs are framed by silvery lashes and hold an air of mystery. His ears, longer than a humans, come to a sharp point at the ends and peak out from under his voluminous hair. In the end all of these features culminate to create the face of a handsome, if somewhat androgynous man.

     Like others of his race he is tall, standing at just over two peds, with a slender build. Covering the narrow frame is lean, sinewy muscle that ripples and grows taut when flexed. His legs are thin but strong and come to an apex at his tapered waist. Broad, defined shoulder(Shoulders? Maybe. I’m not sure both would probably work.), formed from many years of archery, lead down to a torso that is solid muscle, cording the entirety of his chest, stomach and back. His movements are calculated and graceful, never clumsy or rushed. He moves as if he has all the time in the world and, as an elf, he very nearly does.

     Sporadically across his body scars can be found in every stage of the healing process. Some of the older ones have faded to thin, nearly invisible lines while newer ones are raised and tinted a slightly pinkish hue. As new ones are made, the old ones fade away; perhaps a metaphor for the comings and goings of just about everything in an elfs(ELF’S) lifetime. The only other thing marring the surfaces of his skin is a tattoo on his upper left arm; the Eye of Avá, the Tethinrhim Tribe's symbol and a symbol representing his soul name, given to him by the Avár'Soórn.

•Clothing•

     While his clothing is plain and unblemished, they are of decent quality and impeccably maintained. His shirts range in color from nondescript white to natural greens and browns. They are tailored to his frame but remain loose enough to allow free, unimpeded movement. His trousers are formfitting and made of doeskin, dyed gray and brown. Knee-high boots are made of malleable leather, lace up the front and mold seamlessly to his ankles and calves. For combat he has a thick leather vest and chaps, worn to protect some of the more vital areas of his anatomy from serious injury. For places with colder climates he has a gray and white fur cloak as well as a long-sleeved wool sweater of similar coloring. (Your very detailed and descriptive with everything about your character. It’s very nice.)

•Personality•

In general, Landion is a kind, generous person and not one to withhold what he can spare. He has a quiet, serene disposition and is rarely seen nervous or flustered. He highly values loyalty, honesty and compassion, bringing justice to those who wrong him or someone he cares about. Not one for public displays of affection, he even kept his love for his Catherine to himself until they were in the privacy of their home.

Ever since the death of his love, he is victim to bouts of depression and will seclude himself from the world for months at a time. His appetite wanes and while he will not allow himself to cry, his eyes swell with the effort of holding them back. Over time these episodes has become less frequent and it has been nearly a year since his last one.

•Strengths•

Archery
Many years of practice and experience has cause him to develop into a master of Instinctual Aiming. Rather than taking the time to line up a shot, his skill and muscle memory allow him to hit a target without the added time needed to aim. He uses these skills for hunting and defense, and while he prefers the Longbow, he is more than competent with a Compound or Composite bow as well.

Bowyer
His fathers (FATHER’S) knowledge of bow crafting was passed down to him at a early age. While his technique mimics his father exactly, the design and adornment is unique to his own creativity and imagination. Many years practicing his craft has made him quite proficient and while he wouldn't go as far as calling himself a master bowyer, like his father, his bows are always well crafted and durable. This is his main source of income.

Swordplay
While his mothers(MOTHER’S) knowledge of swordplay wasn't vast, she taught him what she had learned from her father. Preferring archery, he never practiced as diligently with swords and so his own skill is moderate at best. He uses two one-handed swords and these skills are only used when an enemy gets too close for a bow to be practical.

Literate
His mother was a writer, with works about the Gods and Avá credited to her name, and she was very insistent that her son knew how to read and write as well. His penmanship is elegant with graceful loops and clear, precise lettering.

Calm
Ever calm and composed, it takes a lot to make Landion nervous or frantic and even more to cause him to outwardly show those emotions. He will enter even the most fearsome of tasks with a tranquil and levelheaded mind. This allows him to think rationally and without the encumbrance of fear or agitation, he can more quickly and easily decide on the best course of action.

Tinwë
She is a Sarvonian Heavy Horse that he purchased while in Bardavos. Not only does she make travel faster and easier but she is a horse of an easy-going temperament and provides great company and companionship. She is very loyal and trained to come to him at his distinct whistle.

•Weaknesses•

Blunt
Landion is not one for conversation, unless it has a purpose, but when he does speak, he is direct and to the point. He doesn't filter what he says to suit someone else and on more than one occasion has insulted the person he was speaking to. Every so often he will say the wrong thing to the wrong person and find himself in a barroom brawl or even something more serious. (This last part is fine. But its treading on a very thin line. Elves are definitely not known for getting into fights and bar brawls easily. The act of self-defense would be one of the only ways that this would happen. But the way I see it that is exactly what your character is doing. So just tread carefully with this weakness.)

Depression
The death of his lovely Catherine has forever left his heart slightly broken. During times of inactivity he will succumb to those repressed feelings and fall into a state of depression, eating very little and meditating for long periods at a time. These episodes can last for months at a time before he can pull himself out but recently they have become fewer and far between.

Over-Confident
Years of experience has made Landion somewhat over-confident in his abilities. Never having succumb to serious injury has only added to that confidence. Sooner or later he will underestimate his opponent or overestimate his own abilities and the results will not be pleasant.

Lactose-Intolerant
Since his early childhood Landion has had an issue processing and digesting dairy products. When ingested, the substance will almost immediately be rejected and an upheaval of the contents of his stomach is in his near future.

Partially Deaf
Not long after the development of his lactose-intolerance, the muffled sound in his ear since he was a child developed into something much worse. He is nearly completely deaf in his left ear, only being able to hear loud noises but not able to distinguish words or voices.
(Your character seems to be slightly over powered to me. It’s not necessarily a requirement to have an equal amount of strengths and weaknesses but a lot of the time it helps to do so.)

•History•

1460

The sunlight filtered through the branches of the large Oak, reflecting brilliantly off of his silvery tresses until they glittered as if they were the ore itself. He sat with his back against the trunk of the tree and watched his father tillering(TILLING? Maybe? Please feel free to ignore this if that is a legitimate word. ) a long branch which he procured from the very same tree he was leaning against.

"The wood has a memory, son. Only one person should ever draw back the string of a bow for fear of the wood cracking. " He smiled at his son who looked nothing like himself but nearly mirrored his wife. "And you shall be the only one to ever draw this particular bow."

The man stood, his son quickly following suit, and held the unfinished Longbow up to his son. Only seventeen years old, the branch was very nearly the same height as him.

"It may be too big for you now but be patient, soon you will grow into it and be one of the finest archers in Sarvonia." His father said, before placing his hand atop the boys head in a gentle showing of love and affection.

"But father, what if I don't?" Landion asked worriedly. "If I never grow tall enough, the bow will never suit me. Will you teach me how to make a new one?"

His fathered chuckled at his son but nodded his consent. "Yes, my son, I will teach you."

As promised, his father did teach him the art of crafting a bow as well as how to shoot it. Even though, like all Tehinrhim children, he was tutored in everything from fishing to fighting, he had an affinity for anything having to do with a bow. Landion practiced diligently but became frustrated when he noticed that his aim was nowhere near as accurate as his father. Patience my son, he would say. You will be a master archer soon enough. When his mother commented on the fact that she believed he was spending too much time practicing with the bow, Landion wholeheartedly agreed with her. To her dismay, he pleaded with her to teach him what knowledge of swordplay she knew.

"I was never a warrior like your grandfather but I will teach you what I know, on one condition." She told him.

"Yes mother, what is it?" He asked in anticipation.

"You must spend more time playing with the other children." She said with a slight grin.

Landion promised and although that promise wasn't fulfilled to his mothers (MOTHER’S) liking, she did indeed pass down the minimal knowledge she had to her son.

Those tender years of childhood were important one for growth and while Landion was indeed getting taller and stronger, as his father had foretold, there were other less exciting changes. The first was the sudden discovery that he could no longer properly process dairy products. As an infant he never had problem drinking milk or eating cheese but for an unexplainable reason they were beginning to make him sick. After awhile(A WHILE) he resigned himself to the fact that no matter how many times he attempted to eat a piece of goat-cheese, the ending result would always be an upheaval of his stomach

Another unexplainable but vastly more upsetting change was when his left ear went almost completely deaf. From a young age he knew that there was a slight difference in his hearing ability from one ear to the other, but the drastic change that happened almost overnight was too much for a young boy to handle. For months he secluded himself from his friends and family, never venturing far from his home, not even to practice archery. One day his father came to him, ever wise and caring, and said to him: "No one person is perfect son, including myself. It is our differences and imperfections that make us who we are, and the problems that you are having now will only strengthen who you are as a person." Landion was moved by his fathers(FATHER’S) words and showed it by adamantly insisting on resuming their daily practices.

1529

Landion sat perched atop his fathers(FATHER’S) Sarvonian Heavy Horse, looking down at his parents with a mixture of love and distress. This was the first time in his life that he was leaving his home and his family. His great uncle Mahta invited Landion to join him on his journey to the Nirmenith Mountains in search of his oldest friend, Grogrim; a Mitharim dwarf who ventured south to search for remnants of his ancestors. This was to be Grogrims final adventure before his Stone Turning started but after months without word from the old dwarf, Mahta decided it was about time to go searching for him.

The "goodbye" was quick and nearly emotionless, with his mother gingerly holding his hand and showing him, more with her eyes than words or contact, that she would miss him dearly. His father said nothing, only giving him the bow that he crafted for him years ago.

"You were right father... I did grow into it."

The corner of his fathers(FATHER’S) lips curled up in a quivering smile and then he was gone, followed quickly by his mother and Landion watched after their shadows are they disappeared into the woods.
The pair traveled nearly nonstop, pausing for only a couple hours at a time to meditate and allow their horses to rest. When they reached the Saradon Forests they set up camp for the first time since leaving Auturian. Landion and his uncle sat together by the fire and Mahta entertained his nephew with stories of his and Grogrims adventures. The unlikely pair met when Mahta saved the dwarf from the pincers of a Giant Spider in the Auturian Forest, though to this day Gorgrim will not admit to ever having needed to be saved. He had been traveling to the High Fores to visit a few distant relatives when he stumbled upon the spider. The two had been the closest of friends since that day.

"The night before Grogrim was suppose(SUPPOSED) to marry, he fled the caves and after acquiring my companionship we traveled north." Mahta told his nephew with a grin. "We weren't going anywhere in particular, I believe that a dwarf such as him couldn't stand the idea of being tied down to anyone. He would venture from his home in the mountains yearly, which is really quite often for a dwarf." He stoked the embers of the fire, staring at the red flames with a look in his eyes that touched Landion.

"Please, Uncle, go on."

"We ventured all over Southern Sarvonia, slaying beasts and exploring caves and passages long ago forgotten. When Grogrim returned home several years later, his dwarven woman had married another. He wasn't surprised, you see, dwarven men outnumber dwarven women by quite a lot and when a dwarven man decides he wants to marry he must choose a woman quickly before another gets to her first."

For two more nights they tended camp, hunting for food during the day and laughing over Mahtas stories at night. When they finally moved on and exited the forest towards the Narfost Plain, they came across a Shedar merchant caravan being attacked by a group of bandits.
"Shall we intervene, Landion?" His uncle asked him.

As an answer he pulled his Longbow from over his shoulder and notched an arrow in the string, pulling back until the bow was fully drawn.

"There's your sense of adventure, young one. I was beginning to wonder when I would see it." Mahta said, similarly notching an arrow in his bow and drawing it back.

The two released the arrows at the same time and watched with satisfaction when they sank into the flesh of their targets.  With seven more bandits to go, the elven duo wasted no time notching more arrows and letting them fly. The bandits charged and two more were felled. Mahta had time to fire one more arrow before the remaining four were upon them. He dispatched with the first one quickly, throwing a small dagger into the mans neck. While he was busy countering an attack from the other bandit, the two that were left went for Landion.

Dropping his bow to the ground, Landion simultaneously rushed to meet his attackers and drew the twin sabres from their sheaths on his back. He brought his left arm up to deflect the wide sweep of his opponents sword, the two blades coming together in a shower of sparks. With his right arm he drove the other blade into the mans gut right up to the hilt. Retracting his sword he gave the man a kick to the chest and leapt over him as he fell onto his back. The last man brought his sword down in an arching motion from over his head. Bringing the to sabres(SABERS) together he caught the mans(MAN’S) blade between his own. The man was strong but his arms were shaking visibly and it wasn't difficult for Landion to bring the blades of his swords together and twist his enemy's weapon away from him.

Unarmed and finding himself alone, the man fell to his knees and begged Landion to have mercy. Landion let him go, without his sword, and he fled into the forest. The Shendar merchants were grateful and showed their appreciation by bestowing upon them some of their prized jewelry. The elven men kept only a few choice pieces, not ones to covet material possessions.

The rest of their journey was rather eventful but the heat of the Ráhaz-Dáth desert could be suffocating at times. As it turned out, their travels were cut short when they came across Grogrim in Uderza. He had been living amongst the Shendar for several weeks now and the reason became obvious immediately. His eyes were filmy and bulging, and his movements seemed slow and pained. He was entering his Stone-Turning here in the desert and Mahta felt for him.

"We much get him back to the Mithral Mountains immediately." Mahta said to his nephew. "He will pass soon and there is much that he still needs to take care of."

They moved as quickly as Grogrims condition would allow them too and they came upon the mountains sooner than expected. Mahta accompanied his long time(LONGTIME) friend into the mountains, leaving Landion camped at the foot of them. At little over a month went by before his uncle emerged. He didn't speak a word but his eyes said everything. Landion could not imagine how desolated his uncle must feel to see a friendship almost two hundred years old end soon suddenly. His uncle returned to their people in the Auturian Forest but Landion, having had his first taste of adventure, was not quite ready to go home.

1562

After many years of traveling he began to feel that a respite was in order and so when he came to Bardavos, he decided that it was as good a place as any to take up shop. He chose to live outside the city in a tent roughly 15x15 peds and tall enough to allow for his height. During the day he would venture into the city and sell bows of his own crafting from a merchant stall. Generally he kept to himself and didn't often converse with the locals until on day, a young human girl with fiery red hair, and an equally fiery personality, approached his stall.

"Oh, they are beautiful." She remarked in an awed tone. "My brother would love one of these for his birthday. How much are they?"

She was beautiful, for a human, and although she didn't look any different from her short-lived brethren, there was something about her that caught Landions attention.

"Two Goldbards."

"Oh my.. That is a great deal of money." She whispered so softly that even his keen elven ears had a hard time hearing her.

The look of despair on that beautiful face caused his heart to contract painfully. He wanted to comfort her, hold her, tell her that everything was going to be fine. These emotions were hard for an elf, let alone a Tethinrhim elf, to comprehend and cope with. She was a human for Avá's sake! For the first time in his adult life he was nervous. His palms were damp with sweat and his heart was beating audibly in his chest.

"Please." He told her before pulling one of the longbows from a hook on the stall. "A gift."

He handed the bow to her and as she took it in her hands, her face lit up with a brilliant smile. Her joy gave him joy and miraculously, he felt himself smiling right along with her.

"You know, I have seen you out here several times before and I believe this is the first time I have seen you smile." She told him. "My name is Catherine."

He didn't respond, too afraid of what might come out of his mouth if he tried. Once she was gone he packed up his wares and headed out of the city to his tent, running the whole way there. He didn't venture back into the city for several days but instead wrestled with his own emotions, his heart and head pulling him in two different directions. She was a human woman; fragile and naive. Even if he were able to wrap his elven mind around all of that, he lifespan would be but a fraction of his own and he was not sure whether or not he would be able to handle that.

The next time he went into the city it was raining and when he reached his stall, there she stood, dripping wet and looking for all the world like the most enchanting creature he had ever seen.

"I've been waiting for you." She told him, lowering her head to avoid meeting his eyes. "I'm not sure why I'm here. Can you tell me?" Looking up at him, she searched his face for an answer, any answer.

"Yes, I can."

Whatever it was that she saw caused her to close the distant between them and wrap her small arms around his waist. The top of her head only reached halfway up his chest and her slight frame felt breakable in his arms. He knew what he was doing was wrong for so many different reasons but he also knew that none of those reasons were enough to keep him from her.

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She was his complete opposite in every way. She was loud, boisterous and wore her emotions on her sleeve but that was what drew him to her. Landion was extremely protective of his red-haired beauty and did everything he could to please her. Being and elf, he preferred his tent to a home with four solid walls but with Catherine being human, he built her a house on the outskirts of the city. He was no master carpenter but it was quaint and solid and what mattered most was that it made her happy.

Landion was against the idea of having children, knowing how cruel the world could be to a half-elf but Catherine wanted nothing more than to have a child of their own and so they tried. The tried for five years until it became obvious that she was barren. It was hard on her for sometime(SOME TIME) but eventually she resigned herself to the idea that maybe she wasn't suppose(SUPPOSED) to have children.
As the years went by Catherine aged and the older she got, the more it showed. Landion didn't care about her appearance and even though he loved her just as much as he had when she was in her youth, the differences were hard on her. Then, without warning, at the age of 62, Catherine passed in her sleep. Her death was the single most traumatic and devastating thing to ever happen to Landion. He mourned her for several years before finally leaving Bardavos, no longer able to take all of the reminders of her that the city held.

He purchased a Sarvonian Heavy Horse, very similar to the one his father had given him all those years ago, and left. First he went home to his family who supported their son and privately surrounded him with the kind of love that only parents can give. However, he didn't stay in the forest for long and soon traveled north, not sure where he was going and all-in-all, not too concerned where he ended up.

•Weaponry•

Longbow - The bow is handcrafted by himself and decorated with a floral pattern etched into the wood. It has a draw(SPACE)weight of 120 od and a distance of 2.5 dashes. He will craft more elaborate and intricate bows but he prefers simplicity. The bow is either slung across his body with the string going across his chest or secured to the back of Tinwë's saddle.

Sabres - He has twin sabres, roughly a ped long and forged from steel. The blades are long, slightly curved and razor sharp at the end facing away from the wielder, while the side facing him is blunt and thicker. The grip of the blades are made of iron and wrapped in thick, oiled leather. Matching sheaths house the swords and are usually strapped in a criss-crossing (CRISSCROSSING) pattern across is back.

•Familiars•

Name: Tinwë
Age: 17
Species: Horse
Breed: Sarvonian Heavy
Hair Color: Cream Coat / Chestnut Mane
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Height: 5.5 Fores
Weight: 190 Hebs

Tinwë is a taller than average Sarvonian Heavy horse with shiny cream colored hair and a darker chestnut brown mane. Several years ago, while in Bardavos, Landion purchased her from a traveler who came to settle in the city and, having no use for a horse any longer, decided to sell her for the money needed to start his own business. The mare was only two-years-old at the time and it didn't take much effort for Landion to teach her a few simple calls. Over the years the pair has developed a bond that can only be understood by other horse owners. He will take care of Tinwë before himself and take care of her comfort and mane as well as he takes care of his own. Calm and docile, she is a perfect match for the Tethinrhim elf.

•Belongings•

Flint
Skillet and pot
Small skinning knife
Dried elk
Bedroll
Tooth cabbage
Toiletries
Two quivers of arrows
Saddle and saddle bags
Several bows for retail

Once again I apologize for not giving you any useful comments involving geography or anything like that on your history.

[Landion Ohta'Raumo]

Grammar and spelling mistakes are corrected.

[Malexia Vendu]

You will have trouble speaking to any non-elves unless you know Tharian.

Elves typically keep to themselves, and when they do need to speak to humans, they need to know the "common" language of Tharian.

Knowing how to read Tharian also helps  

If you don't know how to speak it, then consider it a major weakness, which is something you may need since you are a bit overpowered imo.

Lactose intolerant would be a small weakness, if one at all, since it doesn't really hinder you in life. Just avoid drinking milk, so its not hard to do.

[Kelancey the Green]

I hope you will forgive me if these comments are unwelcome. I agree that weaknesses such as lactose intolerance don't counterbalance the many excellent strengths your character has.

However, I find it adds personality when a character has color, flair, quirks and oddities that don't necessarily come out in game play. Lactose intolerant might just contribute to some character development when things are moving a bit slower in the storyline.

Please feel free to ignore my comments, no offense taken if you do ignore them! 

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