Introducing: Caeleth Moonchaser

[Kethruch]

Name: Caeleth Moonchaser

Pronounced: Cayleth

 

Race: Half-Elven, brought up as a human by his mother, believes he is human

Profession: 4th level magician/4th level fighter (This is an old version of him before he went off on a major quest)

 

Age: Appearance is something between 20-25, though he is 43 years old

 

Likes: A good tale, getting the job done with as little bloodshed as possible, bringing a group together to accomplish things they could not have done alone.

 

Dislikes: Loners, people who work against the good of the many, those who cannot take a joke.

 

Hates: The people who killed his mother and gave him the scars that he bears.

 

Appearance:

Height: 5' 10"

Weight: 167 lbs.

Hair: Light Brown

Eyes: Bluish - vary from more of a gray to a sparkling blue

Skin: Tanned from being in the outdoors for the good part of his life.

Face: Long and narrow.

Demeanor: From looks, dour, though that assessment is quickly dismissed when he starts to speak.

 

A figure enters the tavern, dressed in travel-stained gear. His dark cloak is pulled up over his head, and he holds it close, even though the weather is not bad. He stops just inside the door, moving his head slowly from side to side, assessing those within the room. Satisfied that the one he has been chasing is not here, he makes his way to the bar, barely putting weight on his right leg as he does so. As he enters, strapped over his back, an ornate lute missing a couple of strings becomes apparent. Only when he reaches the bar does he let the hood of his cloak fall back, revealing a stern face with a old scar running from the left side of his forehead across an intact blue eye, ending on the high part of the left cheek. Pulling up a stool, he gingerly sets down upon it. Once settled, he places the lute on a nearby stool and pulls off his cloak, revealing a bloodstained white tunic with a purple sash. A dark pair of pants, cuffs tucked into the top of a well-worn pair of boots, would have completed the ensemble but for a sword in an ornamental sheath on his left hip.

The sword in the scabbard is western in design, probably a longsword by shape. Set in the pommel is a purple gem, an amethyst. At the center point of the hilt is a shield, with a heraldic device of two purple unicorns battling each other on a background of white. From each side of the device springing unicorns made of a slivery material jut out, their horns pointing forward forming the crossguard.

He shifts his seat, trying to get comfortable, wincing in pain as he does so.

"Excuse me, barkeep." He calls with a clear, deep voice. "Besides a place to put my feet up, is there anywhere I could trade for a couple of strings for my lute?"

[Acinonyk]

so im guessing hes kinda a bard type person right? A very battle scared bard, from what ive read. nice description of the sword.