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Caedmon Cu Fola
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Name:Caedmon Cu Fola
Race: High Elf
Homeland: Avelorn
Profession: Wardancer
Weapons: He wields two finely crafted longswords, though he can wield two or one when it is required, his unarmed skills are also quite sufficient to kill another being. His greatest weapon is, truly, himself.
Equipment: Caedmon carries no other equipment.
Age: 736
Gender: Male
Height: 6'4"
Appearance
Like all elves Caedmon is taller than the average human, he has little muscle upon his body but thanks to his skill-at-arms isn’t in need of much brute strength. This fact also explains why almost every muscle on his body stands out like a separate muscle, every part trained to the highest standards of weapon wielding over the years leaving his body extremely toned or ‘ripped’ but not overly muscular as say a body-builder.
Facially as well as bodily he is quite handsome, being of a mature age in Elvish years, compared to most mortal creatures he is the epitome of outward perfection as are most elves or whichever race they belong to whether it be light or dark or neither.
Highly arched brows of fiery-red curve above two orbs of greyish-blue surrounded by a shaggy mane of similarly coloured hair usually put into all sorts of wild styles when in or out of combat. Thin lips only partially crease his otherwise pallid blemish free skin when he smiles and if truth be told makes his angular features look even more alluring.
Clothing wise he usually prefers to keep his blue-dye patterned torso and face uncovered even when in battle, armour just a hindrance to the flowing forms of combat, only the lower half of his body covered in loose-fitting trousers of a mixed earthen brown and forest green.
Personality
There is not a bone of egotism or malice within the body of this person who kills when he must and when not in battle is commonly as silent as the grave. It is not that he is a tortured soul or some such ridiculous thing but only that he believes keeping ones mouth shut before one speaks, giving one time to think carefully about words, is a blessing from Asuryan and Loec. Out of combat, in training for example, he will mostly keep his opinions to himself with a few wise words here and there if needs be. In combat however he turns into somewhat of a beast, using his years of training to deadly effect upon both his enemy and any friends who may get too close. Not entirely there and not entirely not there it is a brave man who steps between him and his prey during what he likes to call ‘the hunt’.
History
Unknown.
Name:Caedmon Cu Fola
Race: High Elf
Homeland: Avelorn
Profession: Wardancer
Weapons: He wields two finely crafted longswords, though he can wield two or one when it is required, his unarmed skills are also quite sufficient to kill another being. His greatest weapon is, truly, himself.
Equipment: Caedmon carries no other equipment.
Age: 736
Gender: Male
Height: 6'4"
Appearance
Like all elves Caedmon is taller than the average human, he has little muscle upon his body but thanks to his skill-at-arms isn’t in need of much brute strength. This fact also explains why almost every muscle on his body stands out like a separate muscle, every part trained to the highest standards of weapon wielding over the years leaving his body extremely toned or ‘ripped’ but not overly muscular as say a body-builder.
Facially as well as bodily he is quite handsome, being of a mature age in Elvish years, compared to most mortal creatures he is the epitome of outward perfection as are most elves or whichever race they belong to whether it be light or dark or neither.
Highly arched brows of fiery-red curve above two orbs of greyish-blue surrounded by a shaggy mane of similarly coloured hair usually put into all sorts of wild styles when in or out of combat. Thin lips only partially crease his otherwise pallid blemish free skin when he smiles and if truth be told makes his angular features look even more alluring.
Clothing wise he usually prefers to keep his blue-dye patterned torso and face uncovered even when in battle, armour just a hindrance to the flowing forms of combat, only the lower half of his body covered in loose-fitting trousers of a mixed earthen brown and forest green.
Personality
There is not a bone of egotism or malice within the body of this person who kills when he must and when not in battle is commonly as silent as the grave. It is not that he is a tortured soul or some such ridiculous thing but only that he believes keeping ones mouth shut before one speaks, giving one time to think carefully about words, is a blessing from Asuryan and Loec. Out of combat, in training for example, he will mostly keep his opinions to himself with a few wise words here and there if needs be. In combat however he turns into somewhat of a beast, using his years of training to deadly effect upon both his enemy and any friends who may get too close. Not entirely there and not entirely not there it is a brave man who steps between him and his prey during what he likes to call ‘the hunt’.
History
Unknown.
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