Perfect Heist
Jet Set

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Illeren Myakleyth (Maya-clay-eth)

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INTRODUCTION

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"Name’s Illeren. That’s about it really...so we going to go fight things or what?"


"Because I can? Seriously, stop asking questions and lets get to it!"


[B A S I C S]
Nicknames: Ill, Maya, Clay
Gender: Male
Age: 45
Race: Elf
Origin:Kiloain (Kill-oh-ane), a small settlement near the edge of elven territory.
Voice: Illeren’s voice is light as one would expect of an elf, but with a surprisingly heavy accent that sometimes borders on the incomprehensible. He’ll slur words and abbreviate sentences that, for no other reason than because he wants to, don’t need abbreviation. He makes use of words and swears that often times don’t make sense or are rarely heard.
Class: Cavalier
Offensive/Defensive: Offensive
Magical Affinity: None

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PHYSICALITY

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[A P P E A R A N C E]
Hair: Silky white and short, rarely is it ever out of it’s constant bed look state. Despite the fact that he does indeed maintain it as far as washing it and making sure he doesn’t look like some greased up sausage, he does nothing to make it presentable. As such, it often just floats around of it’s own free will.
Eyes: Gold
Complexion: Heavily tanned
Height: 5’7
Build: Lean but surprisingly muscular for an elf, more so than one would expect from his species.
Weight: 168 lbs
Body Markings: Illeren is an oddity in the fact that he doesn’t have any markings on his face, nor does he don the mask of a Cavalier often if ever. He would rather chuck the thing into the river if he could, but something about it stays his hand. The rest of his body is a different matter, as tattoos concerning one thing cover nearly every inch of his body.

Swords.

Swords are everywhere on him. A massive two handed beast of a weapon with wings covers his entire back. Swords being gripped by a dragon and a snake on opposite arms, and his legs have a rotating chain blade on each leg with the blade itself ending on his shin. His right shin has the elvish word for life drawn onto the blade, while the other one has the elvish word for death. On his breast is a tattoo that makes it look like a dagger has been plunged into his heart, incredibly detailed to the point of making people do a double take upon first glance.


[D E S C R I P T I O N]
Illeren is a fairly easy person to describe from an objective viewpoint, but from an elven one, he’s practically a monster. He lacks most of the grace and airs that a lot of elves tend to put upon themselves, walking around like they own the world. Instead he carries himself with a rather rambunctious swagger that borders between arrogance and playfulness. His head is held high, if only to see above taller people around him, and his back is straight if only to make him appear bigger than he actually is. His armor is of elven make, meaning that the armor is generally lighter than it appears with more than enough durability to withstand a few blows. He refrains from a helmet, afraid that it would limit his view of the world around him, and instead sticks to his chest piece, gauntlets and leggings.

There's red cape that flows behind him at nearly all times of the day, a simple long piece of fabric that has been with him nearly as long as he’s been fighting. If there’s a story to it, he’s not telling anyone. Underneath his armor, or when not preparing for battle, Illeren prefers the clothing of Humans to that of elves, liking the more casual nature of it. As such, he has several articles of clothing that are practically nothing more than rags with sutures. One could say that the only thing refined about Illeren would be his armor.

Illeren has also always been fascinated with swords, as his blade can quickly attest to that. Human made but of a quality usually not seen outside of their capital cities, it portrays its own personality of brutal efficiency in accordance with the species that made it. While not overly flashy or extravagant, Illeren believes the deadliness masked in its simplicity is a bigger feat than making a sword that curves and twists like a corkscrew.

In accordance with his fascination with swords, Illeren has plastered his body with them, yet denying another elven custom. Where his species often mark themselves with ink for feats or achievements, Illeren chooses to mark himself with what his favorite things.

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Moral AlignmentCHAOTIC NEUTRAL

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MENTALITY

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[P E R S O N A L I T Y]
To say that Illeren is an odd elf would be a massive understatement. He doesn’t seem to portray, or at the very least, does his best to contain anything that might prove he was an elf. If it weren’t for his stature and pointy ears, one could easily mistake him for a human being, or even an orc if the same conditions were applied. Illeren can and will often be crude and overbearing at points, with an emphasis on his outspoken personality. If something needs to be said, he will say it regardless of who the person he’s saying it to is. He’s quick with a smile, a frown, a snarl, and a laugh. In general, he’s someone who wears what he’s feeling on his sleeve, and should there come a time when he’s attempting to hide it, that is the moment you know something is extremely wrong.

Illeren has lived by a code, or a saying to be more exact for nearly the entirety of his life. “Because I can”. He’s impulsive, often choosing to do things or not do things on a whim regardless of the consequences. Even his accent is of his own choosing, altering his voice because he could until he did it so often that it eventually became his natural speech. With that in mind, he’s done a little bit of everything in his relatively short life, from stealing and banditry, to saving damsels in distress and even taking part in a play. He has a personality that attempts to take the spotlight from other people through his outrageous behaviour all on its own, even though that’s never his goal. When asked about himself, he’ll often times shrug off the question stating the very obvious. He’s an elf. He’s a swordsman. He fights things. He has two eyes and white hair. Rarely will he ever talk about himself, instead diverting the conversation to another topic or simply dumping a bucket of sewage on one of his compatriots because he could.

Despite his practically immature attitude on life, Illeren does have a compassionate side in him. He doesn’t like to see people suffer...much. Its true, he did resort to banditry for a small time, but he always made sure that the people he stole from walked away with their lives if he was given a choice. He fights because he likes to fight, not because he likes to kill things. Killing things is just an unfortunate side effect of a damn good fight, and one would be hard pressed to not find people or creatures out there that need to die. As such, he’ll often stop to help people out if they’re in a bind when it comes to swordplay or battle, but generally doesn’t stop to give money to beggars. After all, he has his own problems to look out for as well.

[F E A R S]
-Heights: Now this you would not expect from an elf, right? After all, they live in the trees! In actuality, Illeren has lived most of his life on the ground, or close enough that a fall wouldn’t kill him. As such, he’s developed a sense of vertigo when on high places and generally tries to avoid the ledges or looking down if he’s forced to go up.

-Headless chickens: There is a story here...an incredibly embarrassing one that he will never ever speak about to anyone ever...but there is one.

-The Watchers: He fears his own kind, or more specifically, the leaders of his own kind. He didn’t exactly fit into the mold,and when he did leave it was without ceremony or warning, he simply took off. As such, he’s hesitant to even go back to elven territory, and avoids Rielorn like the plague itself.

[Q U I R K S]

• Illeren is incredibly impulsive, and much like a child, is hard to control when he has his blood pumping with excitement. This can lead to all manner of things, which in his experience can mean a couple of remarkable one night stands or being chased out of a town with pitchforks and torches.
• In case it hasn’t been mentioned enough. Illeren really REALLY likes swords, and it’s one of the few things that can hold his attention for any length of time. While not a blacksmithy himself, he can recognize fine talent and craftsmanship from a glance alone, able to pick apart the blade with his eyes to spot the imperfections and subtle nuances of the craftsman.
• Yet another thing that sets him apart from his elven kin and closer to a human would be his love for steak. He generally enjoys all forms of meat, but steak is practically candy to him and he’s thankful that he doesn’t have 24/7 access to it otherwise he would weigh several hundred pounds.
• Illeren has a nasty case of Kelptomania, often times grabbing things from nearby without even realizing he's done so, only to find them later on his person with no knowledge of how they got there. He doesn't do it out of malice, more an unconscious movement of his body with often times pleasant results.

[E T H I C | V A L U E S]
Illeren has a skewed version of morality in his mind. On one hand, he’s not above stealing from others to keep himself going. He’ll even go as far as to assault someone with something that he desperately needs, or conning people out of their hard earned coin if he believes he can get away with it. On the other hand, he doesn’t like to see people physically suffer and will generally not kill anyone that he doesn’t absolutely have to. He’s not afraid of death or the act of ending a life, but he generally doesn’t like the feeling that he gets afterwards. When he pulls off a successful robbery, or achieves an item that he really wanted through illegal means, he gets an adrenaline high. When that act is then followed or achieved through the act of mortal violence, that high never comes.

So long as you don’t ask where he got some of the items that he has, or where his money is coming from, you could say that Illeren is a decent guy. He’ll hop in a fight with nary a breath to help someone getting beat down, but won’t offer money to a beggar. He’ll protect someone from a monster, but then leave them to get their own bloody wagon out of the mud. In the end, I guess you could say he helps people as far as his own adrenaline addicted self would like to.

[A G E N D A]
Saying that Illeren has an agenda is like saying a Chicken would like to become ruler of the all the realms. Illeren has, and always will be driven by his whims and desires. He doesn’t have an overarching goal or some big plan in the works. He goes where he wants, when he wants because he wants to. In the end, he sees that as his ultimate goal, to be able to do whatever he wants for as long as he lives.


[L I K E S]

• Steaks. Disregard leaves, acquire beef.
  
• SWORDS! There’s still room on his chest for another tattoo of a sword, and who knows, maybe there will be another sword better than his that he can steal or buy.
• Adrenaline highs. Whether they be from fighting or stealing money right out from under someone’s nose. However he can get it he will do so.

[D I S L I K E S]

• People who take themselves too seriously. The world is filled with creatures and species of all kinds going through life with a scowl and a frown. Live life as it was meant to be lived and enjoy what you have. If you don’t enjoy what you have, steal what you need to make it so.
  
• Waiting around. Illeren is first and foremost a man of action. “Wait and See” is simply not a term he’s familiar with. He would rather charge head first into a situation and figure it out on the fly rather than plan every little detail of every waking minute. If you plan on doing that, keep an eye on Illeren so that he doesn’t charge off without you.
• Chickens. Yes, this still ties to a rather embarrassing story. No, he will not tell you about it.
• Vegetables. More a mild dislike than a general hatred, if he has a choice between meatloaf or a salad, he’s choosing the meatloaf.

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PROWESS

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[N A T U R A L | T A L E N T]

• Enhanced Senses: [Average] ★★★☆☆☆ Despite his general frivolity concerning life, Illeren has been known to hear things from farther away, see things clearly from a sizable distance, or smell the slightest fragrance. He is by no means an elven bloodhound, but compared to his brethren and the other species, he is above them ever so slightly.
• Deft Hands: [Competent] ★★★★☆☆ This applies to more than the obvious pick pocketing or lock picking. His swordsmanship also comes from his rather impressive hand control, able to spin, toss, and flip his blade with remarkable precision. Naturally, his skills in the thieving market aren’t that bad either.
• Herbology: [Poor] ★★☆☆☆☆ Almost like a stereotype, nearly all elves are familiar with some sort of medicinal herbs and spices. Illeren has a very limited knowledge of this, able to create such things as to help with headaches or mild painkillers, but its rare that he can find the right ingredients and for the most part everything regarding this is a crapshoot. You would be better off finding a legitimate healer rather than relying on anything that Illeren can cook up.

[C L A S S | S K I L L S]

• Swordsmanship: [Excellent] ★★★★★★ Probably one of the biggest reasons Illeren has gotten away with living the life that he does. His ability with a blade is incredible, capable of going toe to toe with people who pride themselves on a life of military service. His partial Cavalier training, mixed with more than enough private trainers and general fights through the years have honed his ability with a single blade to be able to take care of himself.
• Athleticism: [Strong] ★★★★★★ Part training, part running for his life, and part luck, Illeren’s body is a finely honed machine capable of producing contortion worthy motions. It is not uncommon to see this swordsman flying through the air with a sideways flip, perform backwards somersaults, or any other possible move that you can think of. He’s incorporated this ability into his fighting style, making him more than unpredictable on the battlefield. This also applies everywhere else as well, performing gymnastic moves when required to get into a building or steal an item.

[W E A K N E S S E S]

• Who needs a shield?: Illeren, while technically classified as a Cavalier, has abandoned the shield in its entirety, focusing instead on the single bladed approach and shoving all of his effort and energy into the offensive side of things. What this means is that while his offensive capabilities double, his defensive capabilities are extremely limited. He can hold his own against blades or other melee weapons where parrying is an option, but against extremely strong blows or ranged attacks, Illeren could be in serious trouble.
• Why wait when you can strike now!: Illeren has spent a great deal of time honing his combat technique, but he has yet to learn the discipline that comes with being a great warrior. In times when stepping back and surveying the situation might be a better course of action, Illeren will almost always push forward into the fray, throwing caution to the wind in favor of striking first. Obviously this can throw off group synergy when he’s essentially doing whatever he wants at the time.
• Like a Pillow: Illeren is an elven straight up fighter, and as such doesn’t have the stature or the musculature needed to often hold his own in a battle of strength with his foes. While more than skilled enough to go toe to toe with most combatants, he must avoid a battle of strength at nearly all costs. It’s relatively easy to push him away, off, or down should people get a good decent hit on him, and he’s the last person you want to act as a blockade, or to hold a choke point.

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ARMAMENT

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[A R M O R]
Illeren is typically more heavily armored due to his beginnings as a Cavalier, but compared to other species that isn’t saying much. His armor is of an elven make, lightweight but surprisingly durable and more than capable of withstanding several direct blows from mid-weight weaponry. It is composed of a chest piece, gauntlets, one shoulder pauldron (The other one having been lost in a battle prior and never replaced), greaves and leggings. As is the norm with elven made weaponry and armor, they are fairly ornate and extravagant in their design, but allow for breathing room so to speak. As such, Illeren is able to retain most, if not all of his flexibility and speed while encased in the protective suit.

[C L O T H I N G]
Underneath his armor, Illeren typically wears light and unrestricting garments not at all assisting in the protection of his body. At that point, he’s more focused on mobility over defense, and as such the clothing often changes color but not shape. There is also the matter of the cape, which doesn’t really have a purpose or story aside from the fact that Illeren really likes it. As such, it’s the only piece of apparel in his combat makeup that doesn’t have a specific purpose or reason for being there.

Outside of his armor, Illeren isn’t one for style or even really functionality, preferring comfort over all else. As such, his shirts and pants are little more than slightly extravagant burlap sacks. He doesn’t scrimp on his shoes though, which are the most comfortable pieces of clothing he has managed to steal or buy.

[I T E M S]
Illeren carries a small pouch on his side which holds a number of items capable of keeping him going on the long treks between settlements and cities. He also has a ring his left hand. This item holds no particular significance for Illeren, merely being there to add “Flavor for the tossers who call me uncultured”.

His Cavalier mask is also attached to a hook on his belt for the entire world to see.

[T O K E N S]
A sword of magnificent make. The sword to beat all other swords.

[P R I M A R Y | W E A P O N]
Weapon Name: The Cry of the Wind (Has been inscribed on the blade)
Weapon Type: Single handed double sided blade.
Length: 45 inch blade, 10 inch handle
Weight: Moderate
Origin: Made by a human smith by the name of Jonathan Lucan in the human controlled land of Airedale. Horrible stinking place, but the smiths there know their stuff. One of the few things that Illeren stuck around long enough to earn the money to pay for it. A sword worthy of use should be a sword worthy of pay.

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BACKGROUND

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[M A R I T A L | S T A T U S]
Illeren is currently single, his current life style not suited to settling down in any regard, although he is quite versed in female anatomy.

[F A M I L Y | T I E S]

| Killian Myakleyth | [ -50 ]

Illeren’s father, and someone who is almost certainly disappointed with the child that he raised. Killian is a Cavalier with the Elven military, and is the source of Illeren’s initial training. However, he was a harsh man who believed honor, duty, and trust in the Watchers was something that should be above all reproach. As such, Illeren hasn’t seen his father since he ran off, and has no desire to see him again.

| Lusana Myakleyth | [ -20 ]

Illeren’s mother, while not nearly as demanding as her husband of their only son, was still in the higher regions of believing in something more than herself. She tended to his wounds, fed him, clothed him, did everything that a mother should do but it was not because she was necessarily a loving mother. In truth, Illeren had a feeling that she was afraid of Killian and was doing this only because it was what he wished. Regardless, he dislikes her for not having the spine to speak up and defend herself and potentially her child. Like his father, he doesn’t care if he never sees her again.


[O C C U P A T I O N]
Illeren has done a number of things prior to Serpent’s Gathering, but if you were to really sum it up, I suppose a sellsword would have to do. Mix in banditry, thieving, the occasional farm hand and messenger and you have yourself a well rounded man who can and will do pretty much everything.


[S O C I A L | R A N K]
Illeren doesn’t really have a social ranking in the Elven community, although if he had to guess ‘outcast’ would probably be the one that suits him the most. He doubts he’s welcome back in Elven territory, but among humans and the few orcs that he’s managed to encounter it’s somewhat a mixed bag. You’ll meet some people who praise his swordsmanship and his strength of character, while others will utter death threats at the mere mention of his name.

[O P I N I O N S]

• Humans: What’s there to say? There’s good and bad ones, just like everywhere else. They tend to be everywhere and Illeren’s main source of employment, money, and food so he can’t complain about them. Unlike other Elves, he never considers himself above them nor does he seem to believe that they need helping. If anything, human culture has rubbed off on him a bit too much, to the point where he doesn’t consider them equal but more of an unpredictable factor. Something that makes working with them all the more interesting.
• Elves: For the most part, Illeren’s thoughts on his own kind are not very favorable. He’s always been one for individualism and forging his own path, while for the most part, a lot of elves seem to work like cogs in a machine. He knows that there are those out there that are like him, either craving freedom or already having achieved it, but for the most part he limits his interactions with his own kind to a minimum...unless they are the attractive female type...in which case elves are the best thing since other elves.
• Orcs: Hulking brutes of raw strength, or at least, that’s Illeren’s main opinion of them. He hasn’t met too many of them to be perfectly honest, but he does seem to see a bit of elvish culture in how they handle things. These ‘Noble Warriors’ seem to be locked into a role regardless if they enjoy it, and it’s something that he doesn’t find enticing. He neither likes or hates them, much like humans they’re unpredictable but mostly from his lack of experience with them...and that makes them enticing.

[R E L A T I O N S]

| O r c B r o | ”It seems like ‘alf the time he’s got a crab on his crotch...and the other ‘alf is him tryin’ tah dig it out” [ 52 ]

Illeren’s opinion on Bo is a bit mixed at the moment. He doesn’t fully understand the orc, considering that he seems to have a bit of levity and yet is driven by a deeper purpose. Illeren understands that the blight is a threat to everyone and everything, but he just can’t seem to summon the drive to fight it quite like Bo seems to be able to on principle alone. Only time will tell if he becomes too much of a dictator for Illeren’s liking, but for the most part he enjoys Bo’s company.
+1 for his name not being a high born dicker
+1 for Strength

| A d r i e l | “His chair is so 'igh I’m getting vertigo just looking at him...the fookin’ egotistical cant.” [ -39 ]

In many ways, Adriel immediately reminds Illeren of his father, which is more than enough to make him dislike the elf right off the bat. The man’s thoughts on species, humans in particular is part of the reason Illeren left the Elven society in the first place. He’s an assassin as well, not something he generally scoffs at as that typically requires a great deal skill to be able to do, but he feels like the man holds himself in too high of a regard. In the end, every single one of them can be killed by a blade, and every single one of them will eventually die. Also...his hair looks stupid.
+ 5 for Feistiness
-5 for Feistiness
+1 for not beinga stuck up dick

| Gretchen |”It seems like mah past may ‘ave caught up to me…” [ 10 ]

Illeren isn’t the cleanest person on the planet, regarding his appearance, speech, and mannerisms...but even he pales in comparison to this woman. A bandit, without a doubt, and more than capable of making him remember his less than savory time on the highways between settlements robbing the traders as they made their routes to and fro. In a way, he doesn’t mind Gretchen. He’s not worried about insulting her, or making her cringe whenever he swears, but he’s also conflicted. She kills easily, swears easier, and has done things that Illeren would never have even considered. In short, it remains to be seen if Illeren will enjoy her company, or hate her for the vile creature she could potentially be.

| Gulfim Gragba | “I ‘ave never seen someone in more need of a plowin’” [ 44 ]

Gulfim is one of those orcs that defies Illeren’s thoughts about their species. She’s literally everything they’re not...which is where the comparison between him and Gulfim comes in. Sure, they’re polar opposites in terms of personality and behaviour, but both of them defy what their species has stereotyped them as in their own way. While he feels like she needs to loosen up quite a bit more, already thinking about the many ways that could potentially happen, he doesn’t quite feel comfortable around her yet. Her inquisitive nature and constant analyzing eyes make him twitch and he would prefer her to look somewhere else...like an interesting tree or a blade of grass with a great personality.
+3 for lady like strength
-1 for Hesitation
+2 for Hesitation-caused plan

| Tane Solberg |”When the fook did mountains grow legs?!” [ 37 ]

Once again we come to someone who is more duty bound to do what’s right than their own individual thought. Sure, Tane seems like a great guy who laughs and gets along with others, but his rigidness to his code and adherence to religious scriptures forces Illeren to stay more than an arm's length away. Last thing he wants is some kind of lecture about how his behaviour is the work of the devil or something like that. If the man chose to walk this path, then Illeren can respect that, but for the moment is simply too cowed by the man’s duty and devotion to really form a friendship with him.

| Kir | “Shit, it seems like someone heard of God Complex and decided to one ‘undred percent it in the other direction!” [ -19 ]

How is it that one person, regardless of species or gender could place so little value on their life...and then have the audacity to continue living? Illeren doesn’t claim to be a philosopher or any kind of academic, but he’s positive they would get a good book or two out of this guy’s mind if they were given the chance. His subservience to just about everyone and everything within range makes Illeren uncomfortable when approaching him, because he doesn’t want to be seen as a superior being. In that way, all Kir does is project an image of the stereotypical elf onto Illeren that he’s worked hard to make sure he doesn’t convey. The ‘Wanting to die’ and ‘serving anyone and anything’ part aside, Illeren doesn’t really care for the man himself. He’s basically become a blank slate, doing what others tell him to do, so Illeren can’t get a grip on his personality and that bugs him to no end.
+1 for getting Illeren's ass in gear

| Laetya Kyuutae | “She follows her gut like I follow mine...Annnnnd now she’s stripping in front of us.” [ 69 ]

In many ways, Laetya reminds Illeren of himself. She follows what she feels and he enjoys that about her, even if it’s more based in reasonable and logical things as opposed to spur of the moment ‘stealing of a bucket cause he could’ thoughts. She mimics closer to the other orcs that Illeren has met though, with a head on approach akin to a raging bull that he could only hope to keep up with. So in short, he finds her a decent sort and the fact that she tends to get naked when around a body of water doesn’t hurt either.
+2 for wanting to get a move on!
+1 for walking away

| Aurileith Sabriel | “If there was eva a reason to go back to Elven territory, she’s evidence of it.” [ 50 ]

Well the first thoughts about Aurileith that go through Illeren’s head you don’t need to be privy to, let’s just keep it at that. After that though, and you start digging deeper into the woman herself, Illeren finds her somewhat hypocritical but not to any kind of damning degree. She seems to want to run free, to be anything and everything she could imagine, but is tethered by duty or promises. She’s also a little soft for his tastes, granted that adds to her allure of elven beauty, but looking at her it was hard not to feel like she would break at the first sign of conflict. She seems like a nice enough person, but only time will tell if her hesitance to actually embrace freedom rather than look at it through stained glass will become a reality.

| Ezra Bravesteel | “Oi! Ya fooker, lets hit up a bar and start a brawl!” [ 95 ]

Out of the entire group, Illeren feels like he relates to Ezra the best. Sure, while Ezra does tend to brag and hog the glory a whole hell of a lot more than Illeren, he typically doesn’t mind him. He seems like the kind of guy that would just be great to be around and enjoy the camaraderie and stories that are bound to happen. Like Illeren, he doesn’t seem to hampered by anything other than his drive and imagination, which leads Illeren to believe they could get into all sorts of shit together.

Also, the irony of an elf liking a human the most is not lost on Illeren, but he generally doesn’t give a single fuck.
+5 for approval
+10 for FIRE SWORD THING!

| Arayel Maervanyn |”You want me to stop staring at your eyes? Then stop staring at my arse!” [ 14 ]

Ah, assassins. Hidden agents of the shadows that make the world go round and make everyone afraid of the dark even in the safety of their own homes. To be perfectly honest, Illeren isn’t sure what to think of the woman yet. Sure, she’s an elf like him, and like him doesn’t exactly fit the stereotypical norm of an elf. Unlike him though, she seems to enjoy the act of killing. He feels like she’s one of those people who could whisper honeyed words in your ear, right before shoving a dagger in it. She’s someone to be wary of, to never let your guard down. Assassins are notorious for being solo agents for a reason.

| Berlioz Sarkozy |”Oi, mate...there’s a key on the table…” [ 53 ]

Now, Illeren would never claim to be the best elf at reading people, but he knows for a fact that this guy is trying to prove something to the world. He rushes head first into every situation, and while Illeren likes and respects that about the man, he doesn’t think that impaling himself on a sword is the best way to disarm an opponent. I guess what Illeren is saying is that while he’s impulsive, he’s also intuitive enough to find something to work to the situation. Maybe Berlioz could learn a thing or two from Illeren, or maybe he’ll try to haul hay bales by himself while passing by two oxen. Who knows with this guy anymore. Regardless, Illeren doesn’t mind the guy and feels like given enough time they could be good friends.
+5 for THUNDER THIGHS

| V a s h a |"'is face is made of stone, and eyes of fire...I know what 'e is!...'e's a Golem!"[ 10 ]

Illeren couldn't claim to be a fan of Vasha, nor could he truly claim to hate or dislike him either. For the most part, he sees Vasha as part of the decor, yet another item in the background that fails to register to Illeren most of the time. Granted that isn't saying much, considering if he was in a reputable black smith EVERYONE would be background decoration. That being said, he does have a slight amount of respect for the man's fighting style, mirroring his slightly with Cavalier training without a shield, but can't relate to how patient the man is. Also, his fascination with pain, both inflicting it on others and himself is more than a little disconcerting. End of the day, he trusts the man to hold his own in a fight, but essentially Illeren is fine with keeping a fair distance between them...until it's time to unleash hell in the form of a sewage bucket!

| Kiske Kirill |"Why the 'ell is 'e apply'n makeup when we're trying to kill things!?"[ 20 ]

Kiske is not someone Illeren is used to interacting with, as many people would say without a doubt. Illeren is used to being the obnoxious one, the center of attention, the instigator. It now looks like he has a challenger to the throne who juggles make up, weird life choices, and a fascination with the dead. A weird amalgamation of some of the most separate interests he's ever seen, he believes Kiske will be fun to watch if nothing else. What the man is like in the heat of battle will be something different, as even some things need to be taken with a degree of seriousness, lest they get a sword through the gut. Oh, also, to hell if you think Illeren's allowing that crazed portrait of a child's nightmare to operate on him. Let Aurileith do it!


[B I O | H I S T O R Y]

Illeren’s history is not something he likes to talk about, unless you’re referencing exploits or fights from the ages. Illeren was born to a couple on the edge of Elven territory, the settlement of Kiloain. While a typically small patch of land by the standards of elf society, it was heavily militarized, used practically as a watchtower for threats from their neighbors. Illeren’s father, Killian, was a high ranking Cavalier within the Elven military. He wasn’t in charge of the settlement by any means, but you would be hard pressed to find someone who would openly disagree with him. His mother was a baker, a rather skilled one if you believe the stories that Illeren would tell you.

His very early childhood was fairly standard, with the notable exception of his father’s lack of presence. Heading up the military arm of Kiloian took up a great deal of his time, and as such his family came second to the needs of the settlement. It wasn’t until Illeren was nearly five years old did Killian even become a factor in his life. It seemed like Illeren would have preferred him to stay out if you ever got him to talk about it, seeing as his father didn’t see him as a son but a protege and successor. From that moment on, he was no longer allowed to call Killian ‘Dad’ or any other kind of sentimental nonsense. It was “Sir” or “Commander”. There, his long ordeal of training to become a Cavalier began.

Naturally Illeren was placed in a school or training camp if you will of other children roughly his age, all of which would be undergoing the training necessary to become a Cavalier. The only problem with this was that his father seemed to develop the idea that someone might consider him to be playing favorites, seeing that his son was also in the class. This lead to Illeren’s life and training becoming a literal hell for the next number of years. While Cavalier training isn’t necessarily easy by any stretch of the imagination, Killian made it his sole goal to push Illeren farther and faster than any of the other kids there. If they had to do one hundred pushups, Illeren had to do two hundred. If they were to perform a series of attacks in ten second, Illeren had to do it in five. Even when he returned home it didn’t end. If Killian wasn’t pleased with Illeren’s performance, he would come home and conduct his one on one training right there in their house. A slow and gradual build up of hate was generated towards his father, and partly his mother for never stepping in to stop the obvious madness from happening.

In its own way, this proved to be better for Illeren than anything. He quickly started surpassing every other member of his training group, easily besting them in one on one combat, two on one combat, and if he was really feeling it, three on one combat. Like the other Cavaliers, he was trained to use a sword and shield in unison, but later dropped the shield as the years went on, choosing to go with the two handed blade technique instead. It was one of the few things his father didn’t object to, instead simply opting to see how long he could go before he chose to bring the shield back. Instead, Illeren proved his father wrong and showcased an increased aggressiveness and ferocity with both of his hands on his weapon. He slowly but surely became the top Cavalier of his class, and by the age of 15 graduated with top honors.

Normally Illeren thought that was the end of it, that he had somehow passed some long trial of life and now he was finally through it. Instead, the other children were shipped off to different posts, while Illeren was to remain under the command of his father, who by that time became the Commander-in-Chief of Kiloain’s military forces. Typically one would assume that such a posting in a small outpost was a career killer, but due to their proximity to the border, it was actually a great honor. He was essentially the man in charge of their first line of defense, and he ordered his son to stay in Kiloain. He was presented with a suit of armor by his father, his first and only sign of appreciation to his son. Specially crafted and honed to fit just him, it was a temporary stopping block in the life long drill that had become Illeren’s life. Until the very next day when his father seemed to revert back to the same person he had been for the past ten years.

He didn’t seem to get it out of his head that he no longer had to pretend that he was playing favorites. Illeren was berated every moment he was on duty. He wasn’t standing straight enough, he wasn’t paying attention, his words were slurred when he addressed a superior officer. Each one was landed with yet another punishment, be it extra drills and training or cleaning the latrines. The pot was boiling, and it wasn’t until he was twenty years old that it finally bubbled over. Fifteen years of this shit was enough for Illeren, who had long ago decided that he didn’t like the rigidness of Elven society. He wanted to see more than just tree lines and the edge of Elven territory. He wanted to talk to people other than military commanders. He wanted to live, laugh, and possible love but he knew he would never get that here. Under the ever watchful eye of Commander Myakleyth, and the subservience of his mother.

There was much internal quarrel for Illeren as he considered what would happen should he choose to leave. In the end, he decided it was the best thing for him, defying all his years of training and discipline for this one rogue act that would free him from the ever oppressing grip of his father and by extension, the Elven society. Without even a goodbye, Illeren had packed his bags and armor and left Kiloain under the cover of night.

The years progressing after that fateful night unravelled every bit of discipline that Illeren had built during his childhood. He adopted his new methodology “Because I can” about a year after leaving Kiloain. From there, he participated in a number of things ranging from banditry to farm hand for a bit. His skills with a blade never wavered however, somehow managing to stumble upon trainers from all makes of life in order to further hone his skills with a blade. At some point along his travels, the exact time lost even to him, he thought it would be funny if he started talking with an accent not of his homeland. He stuck with it, and has done so for so long that it has replaced his standard accent.

His appreciation for weapons, specifically swords, had always been with him since his early childhood. Now that he was out in the world, seeing new places and meeting new people, his mind exploded with some of the blades he was coming across. He got multiple tattoos, hired a blacksmith in Airedale to craft his current sword, and generally took care of it like a mother should have taken care of a child.

The rest of his history up until the present, a little over twenty years of it, is a mixture of jobs, both good and bad, along with more than a few hijinks involving the farmer’s daughter and a bucket of manure. He became the person he had always wanted to be, unchained to family or societal burdens.

Illeren had actually been near Autumnor when he had heard about the Serpent’s Gathering. He had been out of a job for some time, getting by on small body guard gigs and the occasional robbery of a merchant. The reward was more than substantial, but also part of him knew that the pestilence was a threat to everyone and everything, including himself. He would rather be there, on the front lines fighting it than waiting for someone else to fix problems that everyone would be facing at some point. Without much further thought, as was the norm for him by this point in his life, Illeren was off to the gathering with adventure on his mind and an adrenaline high in waiting.

[F L A G S]
Heading back to Elven Territory, specifically Kiloain.