Faero (Faero)
Race: Elf
Height: 6'4
Age: 3214
Family: father: Aradon; mother: Airë; brothers: LucanÃo, Roino
Animals: Horse: Beynon
Weapons: Longbow, twin long-knives, short sword
Personality: His easy-going nature and ready sense of humour keep tensions and tempers from rising too high. A bit too adventurous for his own good, he likes to wander for days by himself in search of something exciting. Many mistake his laid-back approach to other beings as a sign of carelessness but the Elf is quick and dangerous when his battle-blood is aroused. Not one for allowing a slight against friends and other Elves pass unchallenged, he has gotten into many honour-fights as a result. His reputation as an unforgiving opponent marks him as one to avoid.
Appearance: Tall and fair in the manner of most of his kind, with long light-coloured hair that is always intricately braided. His bright blue eyes seem to pierce through even the densest mist or fog and convey his emotions more clearly than words or actions. His lean build belies his strength and allows him to manoeuvre through tight spaces that others cannot. Keen eyesight and hearing lend him great advantage over non-Elves, both in combat and day-to-day travels. The longevity of his people keeps him youthful in appearance, even as decades pass.
Earth tones are his colours of choice. His light green travelling cloak blends well with the darker green and grey of his loose tunic and dirt brown of his trousers and boots. Two black leather guards cover his forearms. A full quiver of arrows is always slung across his back alongside an elegantly carved longbow. His two long-knives are tucked in sheaths on the quiver. For long journeys on foot he has been known to wear a short sword at his waist.
History:
Born the eldest son of Aradon and Airë, he grew up in the blacksmith’s trade. The twin long-knives he carries were forged by his own hand. During the many years of his youth, he set hammer to glowing red metal, honing his skill at the forge and gaining a reliable reputation as a first-rate weapons maker. By the time he was five hundred, he gave in to restlessness and forsook hammer and anvil to take up a longbow. He struck out wandering, driven by a desire for adventure that had been quietly burning for years. A travelling human knight found him quite by accident and, impressed by the long-knives the Elf carried, offered to train him in their use. For several weeks the pair practised and traded titbits of knowledge of weapons, tracking, and hunting. When the knight finally resumed his travels, he gave Faero a short sword as a gift.
Not long after this, the Elf returned to his wanderings, passing southward toward the kingdom of Rohan in search of companions.
