Description

Full Name: Daeron Longleaf

Nicknames: Dae

Preferred Names: Daeron (pronounced Dire-on)

Titles/Honorifics: vodhr (added onto his name at some points to honor him)

Gender: Male

Main Species: Elf

Sub Species: Elf

Age: 526 (Appears to be about 21)

Sexual Orientation/Preference: Straight

Marital Status: Single

Skin Color/Shade: Cream, almost luminescent

Markings/Scars: None

Tattoos/Piercings: None

Height: 6' 2"

Body Build: Slender, Athletic, Lithe

Eye Color: Gray

Hair Color: White/ Blond

Hair Style/Length: Touches the tops of his shoulders, straight and thick

Family/Relatives: Father: Elvedor Longleaf, highly spoken of Lord in the Elven realm, Mother: Aeelia Sunstar (Longleaf), married to Elvendor, the Lady of the eastern realm of the Elves. Grandfather: Galdrir Sunstar, King of the eastern realm of Elves. Sister: Keirra Longleaf.

Personality

Daeron is incredibly strong willed. He is one of those 'don't mess with me' types, like his sister, Keirra. He is a quiet thinker, but unlike most elven, he enjoys a good drink and an evenly-matched fight. Almost all of the eastern realm agreed to have him sent to Wing City to repent of his raucous actions, but of course, the first thing that the handsome elf did was to go into Gambit's bar. He loves women, and while he prefers his females to be elves, he'll take an attractive human. So long as they act somewhat elven... he's quite a picky one. Hot-headed and fierce, he's a charmer.


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Equipment

Daeron carries a beautifully handcrafted bow along with a quiver of arrows on his back, and a sword occasionally at his side. Like his sister, he has:

POWER:

Energy from other living things: Keirra can draw strength from other living things, though she regrets to do so. When she does this, it brings the power and energy into herself, making her more powerful, instead of drawing from her own reserves. She can store this energy and use it to exert her magical abilities in a battle/fight.

Lost Language: By speaking, or even thinking a certain word or sentence from the Lost Language, Keirra can make almost any magical thing happen to her advantage. There are words for everything, yet only elves know of them.


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History

COMING


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So begins...

Daeron's Story

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#2011-03-30 04:34:00, as written by nellethiel

Daeron strode into the bar, the door closing with a 'thud' behind him. damn.. a bunch of creatures in here tonight.. he chuckled and moved to the bar's counter.

being an elegant, tall, lithe, handsome elf, it was expected of him to be calm and quiet, a thinker. opposite. he grinned and ordered a whiskey. elves didn't generally drink strong alcohol. running a hand through his blond, almost-white hair, he slid into a stool beside him, stifling a yawn. not a very full night... he mused, and muttered softly, "perfect night for Keirra to be here.."

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#2011-03-30 04:44:54, as written by nellethiel

Daeron turned to glance at the lovely blond with the swords.. excuse me. he smiled slightly, katanas? with a nod to the little robot that brought his whiskey, the elven warrior took a swig of his drink, feeling the slight burn as it went down.

long day... he wanted company, badly. traveling took a lot out of a person-- including elves. with another smile and a chuckle, he rubbed his smooth jaw. yeah.. slightly boring in here without his calm sister, Keirra. NOT. the elf took another swig of his drink, looking over the bottle at the lovely blond again.

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#2011-03-30 05:00:20, as written by nellethiel

Daeron chuckled as he noted the woman's look graze his. he lowered his deep gray eyes, hoping he hadn't unnerved her. he tapped strong fingers lightly on the counter behind him, sensing the patron's thoughts, feelings... intentions. he glanced at the blond again, "nuanen..." he murmured, sipping at his drink, eyes smiling.

he turned in his seat, shifting. there were some strong men in the room. a man who had taken things in with one look around, and the vampire. he raised a brow. of COURSE she was in the company of one such being.

"Du Súndavar Freohr.." he muttered, swirling the liquid in it's bottle, brows furrowed now.

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#2011-03-30 05:23:19, as written by nellethiel

Daeron glanced up, sensing... ah, joy of joys, here was his sister, Keirra. hastily moving his cup to conceal it behind him, the elf cleared his throat, ready to greet her if she came over. not like he wanted to...

she was too... elvish. and disapproved of the way he drank and admired human women. damn elves... he touched his pointed ear with a grin.

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#2011-03-30 05:31:30, as written by nellethiel

Daeron stood with a yawn... it was time to be off. a good night of drinking lay ahead of him. seemed as if the beautiful woman could handle herself, what with those swords and all.

slipping his whiskey into his bag, he moved to the door, and out into the night, sly expression on his handsome face. finally, some time away from his 'perfect' sister.

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