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Physical Description: Denezial is tall and thin, lithe in appearance much like the rest of his kindred. He seems entirely tinted with browns, earthy brown hair, tanned skin, and deep brown eyes like a leaf near the end of autumn. He seems to have traded the radiant glamor of his fellow elves for a steely eyed sullenness and disapproving frown. He dressed in light layered leathers cut close to his form to best allow him to move swiftly in combat with the elven armor to stand up to the sizable dangers he is placed in. His long ears bore no decorations of adulthood marking him as parted from his people for one reason or another. He seems to travel light, making every effort to live off his hunting prowess and a few tools from home.

Personality: Denezial is near unbearable in close quarters for long periods of time, his opinion of humans and their society is quite poor and he has no qualms about saying so. Despite gaining considerable wealth through surviving mercenary work, he seems to place little value on riches which makes many wonder if he does this out of boredom. He seems to find what passes for happiness with him making locks, his locksmith tools kept lovingly in a soft deerskin pouch. This sort of precise unforgiving work seems to suit him and he is known to volunteer for any mission that has low odds of success.


Equipment & Abilities: Denezial carries an impressive elven longbow, nearly as tall as himself and decorated in flowing and spirals decorative carvings. He is never parted from his dear bow and takes care to keep the string tight, the wood oiled, and the leather conditioned. He wears a mixture of leathers and small plate pieces kept in good condition from regular upkeep but these lack the same beauty as the bow. His clothing is well made to last the elements and keep him relatively comfortable. He carries a small packet of locksmithing supplies along with the small metal bars necessary to make new keys and locks.

Historical Background: Denezial speaks little of where he came from but an educated person may guess he is from the Shadowwood, north of any human lands. Most elves are from Shadowwood but Denezial confirms nothing of his origins when asked. He never mentions family but does on occasion hum an odd tune, murmuring words in another language, this only happens near dusk so the cause is left to be seen.