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Keefar

"I may be innocent to ways of the outside world, but I know the forest better than anyone."

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a character in “Unlikely Partnership”, as played by RurouniBishi

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Name: Keefar

Age: 120

Gender: Male

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Personality: Quiet and socially awkward due to a life of living alone. Brave and stubborn, won't give up without a fight. Thoughtful and observant, he analyzes everything carefully before acting. He currently doesn't trust anybody and it will take a lot to earn his trust. But if you do manage to, he will never betray you. Naive to the ways of the world. Mentally strong. A loner, also due to a life of living alone. He does secret long for some sort of companionship, but not in the romantic sense. He just wants a friend or two. A survivor and a fighter to the core. Honest to a fault, for he never learned how to lie. Blunt to the point that it angers people. He isn't afraid to give his opinion, even if other people don't like it. Oblivious to clues, gestures, and body language except in the ways of battle. A bit childish and curious, with lots of energy to spare. But that energy doesn't stop him from being patient, he could win a staring contest with a statue. He doesn't like to ask for help and will only do so when there is no other choice left. When he is around people he hides his pain and emotions from them, preferring to deal with things himself. He gets incredibly nervous in crowds of people and absolutely hates to be touched, it makes his skin crawl.

Likes: Being alone or with small groups of people
Forests
Food
Hunting
Seeing new things or places

Dislikes: Crowds
Being touched
Winter
Going hungry
Racism

Weapon(s): Mainly a bow and some arrows. But he also carries with him two curving hunting knives.

Strengths: Enhanced Elven senses, mainly sight, sound, and smell. Great in long range combat. Lots of stamina. Many years of battle experience. Can take a hit surprisingly well for an archer. Naturally fast and well balanced. Excellent climber.

Weaknesses: Doesn't do well in close range combat, at all. His hearing is so sensitive that it could easily be taken advantage of. Strength is average at best. Panics when surrounded. Can't swim.

Fears: Crowds, small or enclosed spaces, places where he can't smell fresh air. So being surrounded in a small underground cave is pretty much his worst nightmare.

History: Keefar was born and raised in the forest outside of the capital. He was born into an unlucky time, at the height of the hatred against Dark Elves. As the last evil one had just been defeated. The other races went out of their way to insult, hurt, or even kill the Dark Elves. For a while the Dark Elves in the forest lived in peace. There was a large group of them and while most weren't related, they considered each other family. Slowly the Dark Elves started dying. Whether by the hands of others, from hunger, disease, or any other number of things. Keefar had to watch as his family died around him. And finally about thirty years ago, he was the only one that was left. His life was reduced to nothing but keeping travelers away from his home, hunting, eating, and sleeping. No fun, no talking to other people. Just simply surviving.

So begins...

Keefar's Story

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Even at the early hour, the capital of Daihne's streets were filled with people. People of every one of Daihne's many races. Even a Dark Elf was present, but if people knew, things would go from organized to chaos in an instant. It was market day, and if Keefar got caught by the wrong people, it would end very quickly. The Dark Elf wore a cloak of forest green, something that blended in with his former home. The cloak covered three things, his dark skin, his white hair, and the blood seeping from several cuts and slicing on his body. He had just been chased out of his former home in the forest just outside the capital. A group of Wood Elves had decided that they wanted to live there, and didn't want to share with the man that was already living there. So they hurt him and chased him out. Keefar had no other choice but to turn to help in the capital. A city that, like all others, hated Dark Elves.

He was hoping to seek refuge at one of the churches. Because they wouldn't freak out and attack the moment they saw him. And he may be able to use the whole, help everyone in the name of the goddess Isara thing against them. So that is why Keefar gracefully weaved his way through the crowds of market day. As tense as the bow that was slung across his back. He hated crowds and was not too happy about this situation. With every step he took people bumped into him or got too close, making certain that the adrenaline filled Dark Elf stayed adrenaline filled. It was great for the pain, but terrible for the bleeding. And the bleeding was going to kill him a lot faster than the pain.

He breathed a sigh of relief as he got through the worst of the crowds and could relax a little bit. He no longer had to worry about people knocking the hood off his head. But now was the hard part. Finding a church. He had never been in the capital before and had no idea where he was going. So he would just have to walk until he found it. Because he couldn't risk asking for help, for they may see under his hood. And then Keefar really wouldn't have a chance at surviving.

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Sol pushed through the crowds, using his height to his advantage. He was on the lookout for supplies. Hazel wanted to stock up before heading on to their next quest, so she had sent him to buy some. Honestly, Sol didn’t understand why he had to do the shopping. Hazel was much better at bargaining than he was. If only she wasn’t so keen on staying inside…

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a cloaked figure. Sol immediately narrowed his eyes. Everything about the person just screamed suspicious. The person was tense and anxious. hiding under the hood as if it was his only lifeline. Supplies forgotten, Sol trailed the cloaked being and followed him away from the market towards the less crowded parts of the city.

Sol walked closer, hand on his sword. Since there weren't many people around, Sol could safely confront the person. Hopefully, whoever-it-was wouldn't make a scene. But even if the cloaked man did, Sol was confident he could handle him.

“Excuse me, sir,” said Sol. “What are you doing?” He reached out to grab the person’s shoulder. Then, Sol looked down and realized that the person’s cloak was stained with blood.

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Keefar was already a bundle of nerves, so when somebody reached out and grabbed his shoulder, he jumped and shuddered. He hated it when people touched him, it instantly brought goosebumps to his skin and was overall just uncomfortable. He hadn't gotten much in the way of interaction with people in the past thirty years. So the sensation might as well have been new to him. He whipped around, just barely making sure to keep his face covered, coming face to face with a man holding a sword. Which did nothing to help his adrenaline situation. He was pretty sure that if he didn't calm down soon, he'd bleed to death. The Dark Elf took a few steps back, creating some distance between him and the man with the sword. All he could do is hope the man didn't see that he was a Dark Elf, and could somehow talk his way out of the situation. "J-just walking. Is it illegal now?"

Not the best of starts. Actually it was terrible. The stutter at the beginning just further showed his nervousness in the situation, and he probably managed to piss the man off. Keefar was pretty sure he could outrun the man with his natural Elvish speed if needed. But he would not be able to keep his hood on the entire time. And he still didn't know where one of the churches of Isara was. The disciples of the goddess of love were his only chance at staying alive, even if just a little longer. Not that he had much to live for in the first place.

He had lost everyone that could even be considered family. He didn't know where the closest Dark Elf community was. He had no home to return to. And now he was being confronted by a man with a sword. Things were looking pretty bad in a day that he thought couldn't get any worse.

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The person whirled around. "J-just walking. Is it illegal now?" answered the figure apprehensively.

Sol frowned as he examined the person, not answering the question. He attempted to peer under the hood as he tried to see individual's face. He barely managed to catch a glimpse of dark skin, white hair, and... pointed ears. Holy mother of Isara, was that a Dark Elf? And from the look of it, he was seriously injured. This was very bad.

"Stay quiet and come with me," said Sol, his voice low. They weren't very far from Sol's place, and they could probably make it their without attracting attention. At most, it would talk five minutes. His hand tightened around the sword. If anyone spotted the dark elf, there was a very high chance of turmoil. After all, they were in a sector with a fairly high Wood Elf population. Sol stepped closer to the him, trying to shield the elf from any potential watchers.

More blood was seeping into the cloak. Sol doubted that the elf would survive without medical attention. "Quickly!" he muttered. They were causing a scene. More and more curious looks were being sent in their direction. He offered his hand for support, prepared to lead the elf to his home.

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The man told Keefar to stay quiet and follow him. The Dark Elf wasn't sure why, but he didn't like it. He wasn't going to follow a stranger, not with what he was. Then it dawned on him, the man knew, the man saw under his hood and he took a few steps back. Was the man trying to lead him somewhere quiet so he could kill him? But why would he need to, he could kill the Dark Elf anywhere and nobody would care. So why would be want him to go somewhere with him?

Keefar took a deep breath. Blood loss was starting to cause him to panic. More adrenaline wasn't going to help his situation, he had to calm down and think. He was going to die at this rate because he couldn't find a church in time. And they may not even offer him help since he's a Dark Elf. This man may kill him, but he could also help him. There was still a chance of that. So Keefar's only choice was to go with the man, it was his only chance to survive.

The man told him to hurry and offered him a hand. He just have noticed that Keefar was hurt. The Dark Elf gave him a small nod, but didn't accept the hand, as he didn't like contact with other people. "Lead the way." He said softly.

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Sol started walking, trying not to travel faster than a jog. Every few seconds, he glanced back to make sure that the elf was still behind him. Sol felt slightly uncomfortable because the injured man was behind him, instead of in front. It would be harder to react to any unexpected danger when the elf was out of his vision. Sol deliberately slowed down, walking next to him, prepared to help if needed.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that people were gawking. For some unfathomable reason, Sol had a reputation, and they were probably wondering who the figure next to him was. Hopefully, they wouldn't notice that the stranger was a Dark Elf. That would cause a lot of problems, especially to the elf's health. Well, the person next to him could simply be a dark skinned human with white hair and slightly misshapen ears... but that wasn't very likely, was it? And Sol wasn't about to bet anyone's life on those odds.

They were almost there. He quickly waved to one of his adventurer friends and picked up the pace. The slightly faster speed couldn't be good for the elf's injuries, but it would be worse to be discovered. The closer they were to his place, the more likely someone would want to stop Sol to say hello and inquire after the stranger next to him.

Finally, they reached his house. "We're here," said Solomon, his voice low. He unlocked the door and pushed it open.

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Even from her room upstairs Hazel could hear Sol unlocking the door, along with... not one, but two sets of footsteps. The mage was all too familiar with her friend's habit of bringing in unexpected guests out of charity and kindness. It wasn't a bad thing, of course, but it also meant having to buy a lot more medical supplies than one might think, and those were neither cheap nor easy to come by. With a weary sigh, Hazel decided to go downstairs and see who it was. Might as well get it over with, after all.

"Alright, who did you bring in this... time...?" Hazel stopped dead in her tracks once she was who this mystery guest was, or more accurately, what. Standing before her was a dark elf, something Hazel had only heard of through the rumours that were spread about them, as well as the stories her grandfather used to tell her, the latter putting them in a more favourable light. Perhaps this one was more like one of the few he had met in his travels?

Snapping back to reality, Hazel finally noticed that the elf had been injured, and judging from the way that he was starting to sway on his feet a little, he needed treatment fast. Giving a nod to Solomon, she hurried back upstairs to fetch bandages and whatever medicaments were necessary. She would have words with Sol about this later, but for now tending to the elf's wounds took priority.

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Keefar followed behind the man, trying to memorize the way they were taking in case he needed to make a quick escape. He noticed that the man kept looking at him and eventually slowed down to keep pace with the injured Dark Elf. Keefar wasn't offended by it in the slightest, he was grateful actually. He was beginning to feel light headed from the blood loss. The Wood Elves had done a number on him.

When they picked up the pace, Keefar's body was not happy about it. But he understood why the man was doing it. So he didn't complain at all and simply kept up with the man. By the time they reached what appeared be the man's house, the Dark Elf was breathing heavily, his injured body worn out by the walk. But still he didn't complain, and thanked the man when he said that they had arrived.

When the door was opened Keefar hesitated, he could already feel the claustrophobia kicking in. He had never been inside a house before, living his entire life in the forest. The thought of having walls around him was a bit nerve wracking. But he needed the help, and he couldn't get it where people could see him. So he took a deep breath and slipped inside, trying to steady his breathing.

He turned to see a young woman when she spoke, and nodded politely in her direction. He was hoping that she was as tolerant as the man seemed to be about his race. And that she wasn't going to get a weapon. With the woman gone doing who knows what, he turned his attention back to the man. "I must thank you for doing what you are doing. Not many would even considering helping my kind."

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"Alright, who did you bring in this... time...?" said Hazel, trailing off as she noticed the stranger. After looking at the injuries, she ran to grab the medical supplies. Sol smiled slightly. Despite her grumbling, Hazel was still willing to help anyone he "brought in." Sol considered himself lucky to have a partner like her.

"I must thank you for doing what you are doing. Not many would even considering helping my kind," murmured the elf. Sol rubbed his shoulder, embarrassed.

"It's not a big deal. I only did what's right." Sol noticed that the Dark Elf was standing unnaturally still, almost froze except for his breathing. Sol gestured to one of the chairs. "Would you like a seat?" The knight looked closely, frowning the extent of the elf's injuries. His face grew dark at the cruelty. And since the victim was a Dark Elf, the authorities weren't likely to do anything even if the perpetrators were caught. The entire situation reeked of injustice.

Suddenly, Sol realized that he didn't know the elf's name, and the elf didn't know his. "I'm sorry. I didn't even introduce myself. My name is Solomon Grayson. Most people call me Sol or Gray. I'm a knight in the Adventurer's Guild." He waved in the direction that Hazel had went. "And that's my partner, Mage Hazel Rook."

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Hazel returned with everything she needed to tend to the wounded elf, glad to see that he'd already been seated. Placing the supplies on a table, she helped the stranger take off his cloak in order to get a better look at the injuries. Looked like the work of weapons and not beasts, but who could have attacked the dark elf? Okay, probably damn near anyone who set their eyes on him, but still... it was something that might be worth finding out.

"So what brings a dark elf all the way out here? And who attacked you, anyway?" the mage asked as she cleaned the elf's wounds with a damp cloth. When that was done, Hazel applied a salve to reduce the pain and help with healing before bandaging the injuries. Thankfully, Sol's habit of bringing in people had given her ample opportunity to practise healing, even if it wasn't the sort that involved magic.

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Only doing what was right. Unfortunately, to most that was different when dealing with a Dark Elf. Even though they were living beings like everyone else. The name of the race was really why people hated them so much. That and the few evil Dark Elves. If you looked at it, there were more evil beings in any other race than Dark Elves. But people weren't willing to look past the name, which was given to them because they were darker skinned and paler haired than other elves. It reminded the man who named them of the night sky, their yellow eyes only strengthening that.

Keefar accepted the seat when it was given to him. Though his mind was still on the walls that were surrounding him. He let out a relieved breath and he was able to let his body rest. He didn't know for how long, but for the time being he didn't have to worry about that. Out of respect, and because it just seemed like the right thing to do, Keefar removed his weapons from his person. Setting his bow, quiver, and hunting knives on the floor next to the chair. When the man gave his name, and that of the woman's, the Dark Elf rose to his feet and gave the man a graceful bow. Even in his condition, Keefar still possessed an Elves' natural grace. "I am Keefar a hunter of the forest."

He settled back down in the chair after introducing himself to Solomon and Hazel who was just coming back down the stairs at that time. He accepted Hazel's help with removing his cloak and sat as still as he could as she began treating his wounds. Though it was hard for him to do, he wanted to jump away from the touch. As it was, he was as tense as a bow. Hazel asked him several questions, ones that he didn't really want to answer. He didn't trust the humans yet, and had a good reason not to. But they were helping him, so he would answer her questions for now. "I live in the forests just outside the city, so I didn't come from very far. I was attacked by a group of Wood Elves who wanted the forest as their home. Even though I've been there for the past 120 years. I came into the city to seek out the followers of Isara and possibly get some help. But, as you can guess, my plans have changed."

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"I am Keefar, a hunter of the forest," said the elf quietly. Sol nodded in response, and he watched as Hazel began binding Keefar's injuries.

"So what brings a dark elf all the way out here? And who attacked you, anyway?" Hazel asked.

"I live in the forests just outside the city, so I didn't come from very far. I was attacked by a group of Wood Elves who wanted the forest as their home, even though I've been there for the past 120 years. I came into the city to seek out the followers of Isara and possibly get some help. But, as you can guess, my plans have changed," answered Keefar.

"I'm guessing they have." Sol crossed his arms and sighed. "Although the followers of Isara would definitely take you in... they'd only care for you long enough for your injuries to heal. I don't mean any offense, but I don't think you would last very long on the streets. You would probably be captured and executions immediately. The Church of Isara aside, there aren't many places you could stay."

Sol frowned as he considered Keefar's options. Although the Dark Elf probably wasn't guilty, he would be treated as such. There were only three options for a guilty man in Daihne. Execution, monkhood, or... sponsorship. Could it work? Someone who committed a crime against the state could work as an adventurer, serving the common people. The accused had to have two sponsors in good standing for that to work, and the crime couldn't be severe.

"Well," said Sol slowly. "If you want to stay in Daihne, you could become a monk in the service of Isara. Or, you could be an adventurer." The knight glanced at Hazel before he continued. "You would need two sponsors and the approval of the local Guildmaster. It would be hard work, but you would be under the protection of the Guild. Of course, there's always the option of fleeing Daihne. The northern lands are sparely populated. Not many people would bother you there. Then again, the Wood Elves who attacked you might follow you there..."

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All it took was that one glance from Sol for Hazel to understand what her friend was getting at. The dark elf, Keefar, wouldn't last too long out there even without the injuries he sustained earlier. Perhaps it could actually work? After all, the two of them were among the Guild's finest, so it would be somewhat unlikely for their judgement to be openly challenged.

"We'd be eligible for sponsoring him, but there's still the matter of the Guildmaster to consider. If Keefar has what it takes, then hopefully he should become an approved member within about a day or so," she said to the knight. "Still, I think we should probably let him rest for a while before we pay the Guild a visit." With her job to patch up the dark elf done and dusted, Hazel went back upstairs to her room.

For a brief moment, the mage wondered if she should ask Sol where their guest would be sleeping, but... well, they had a spare room they used for storage, and the elf was his guest, after all. He was perfectly capable of putting two and two together.

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The more the man Sol spoke, the worse it sounded for Keefar. His adrenaline filled mind hadn't thought this far ahead. What was he suppose to do after his wounds healed? It wasn't in his nature to simply lay down and die, and that would be what he was doing if he decided to stay in the city and live in hiding. It would be impossible to do so. Monkhood sounded absolutely terrible. Dedicating ones life to act a very specific way, and being confined to the suffocating walls of a temple. He had lived in Daihne his entire life and he wasn't leaving now. Adventuring was really the only option. He could fight, he could survive, it wouldn't be too different than the life he already lived.

But, how was a Dark Elf to get sponsors? Keefar was terrible at reading people, so he didn't even consider the option that Sol and Hazel would be willing to do it. They had done so much for him already, he didn't think they would do anymore. Especially considering who he was. Then Hazel spoke and he understood. They would be willing to sponsor him. The thought that these humans were going to such great lengths to help him was dizzying.

You know, either that or the blood loss. He watched as Hazel left and then addressed Sol. "I suppose, adventuring is my only option, if you are willing to sponsor me. I wouldn't want to tarnish your reputation because you showed kindness to a Dark Elf." The last sentence had a hint of bitterness in it. He didn't hate humans for what they did, but he wasn't exactly fond of them either. These two people were raising his opinion of humans by far. But he also had to remember that not all humans are like these two.

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"We'd be eligible for sponsoring him, but there's still the matter of the Guildmaster to consider. If Keefar has what it takes, then hopefully he should become an approved member within about a day or so," Hazel said to the knight. "Still, I think we should probably let him rest for a while before we pay the Guild a visit."

"That's true. We should let Keefar rest before visiting the Guild. Hopefully, the Guildmaster won't object too much." Sol watched Hazel walk upstairs, a faint smile of exasperation as she left without another word. She never did care for pointless niceties.

The knight turned to Keefar, who seemed to have thought it over.

"I suppose adventuring is my only option, if you are willing to sponsor me. I wouldn't want to tarnish your reputation because you showed kindness to a Dark Elf," said the elf with a hint of bitterness.

Sol crossed his arms, a slight shadow over his normally cheerful face as he was reminded of his childhood. He had spent it in the worst part of the slums, where the vilest specimens of all the races dwelt. Sol hadn't been much better than the others, back then. He probably wouldn't have 'risen above' the rest, had not his mother and Sir Dewar helped him.

Hadn't Sol said the exact same words to the elderly knight? All you had to do was switch out "Dark Elf" with "street urchin." Sol knew the look in Keefar's eyes. It was the similar to the expressions he had seen in the rathole of his youth, where everyone was marginalized and spit on by the others. The difference was that the elf still had a fierce independence and pride that the others had lacked. And Sol had no doubt that Keefar had probably been through more than most people had in the hovel.

Sol sweeped the grim thoughts away and smiled again. "Hazel and I would be happy to sponsor you. And don't worry about our reputations. They don't matter at all." Sol scanned the elf critically. "You look like you're about to collapse. As Hazel said, you should rest. You could..." He paused. The spare room they normally used for guests wasn't ready. Well, looked like Sol would have to sleep on the rickety and lumpy couch they kept in the back. "You could stay in my room," finished Sol. "I can show you where it is."