Full Name: Tieron Eirnes Couerlyn
Birthplace: East of Belero, territory of
Serra Nacion (Whisper Manor)
Physical Description: Fiery tongues of short-cropped, carmine hair and spirited amber eyes draw you into the curiosity that is this strange man, a creature not entirely a man nor an elfkin. His face is narrow with high-set, pronounced cheek bones, a sharply-cut jaw and a strong chin. His ears, elongated beyond even what is customary for an elf yet thinner than most, are adorned with a coat of ruddy-colored hairs that intensify as they reach toward the tips. Ethereal, jagged fang-like markings like the maw of a beast taper down from his scalp and up from his jawline (four from the top, three from below), the lower set merging together into a singular peak just beneath his Adam’s apple. Though it is obvious from his rugged appearance, a multitude of small abrasions and such injuries, and the extensive weathering on his equipment that Tieron spends many of his days as a hapless wanderer, his skin remains only lightly tanned; a healthy peach pigment that deepens just slightly across his cheeks and on his forearms. He stands fully erect at nearly six-and-a-half-feet, with broad shoulders and a tapering, muscular waist and narrow hips. His chest is scarred many times over from multiple conflicts throughout his youth, with an incredibly large, cross-like marking running shoulder-to-navel, stretching across his left clavicle to the point of his right rib cage (this is almost always kept covered – just making a note of it).
Usual Attire: Most commonly, Tieron is seen wearing the standard fare in traveler’s garb – a loose-fitting tunic and tanned trousers, with subtle influences from his own personal tastes. The tunic is a dark, sandy color and is embroidered with a winding ivy pattern woven out of a deep green thread along the seams and collar, with heavy wooden buttons down the front bearing the
crest of his family. Leather strings thread down the right side of the tunic, serving no real purpose other than to please the wearer’s abstract taste. The trousers are tanned several shades darker than the tunic and are covered in all sorts of abrasions, the material worn especially thin at the knees. A pair of thick leather straps situated about the waist forms a makeshift belt and harness, with a trio of clasp-fastened pouches resting on the right hip. On the left, a heavy, thick leather girdle holsters
Samsara – a heavy crossbow, Tieron’s most prized possession. Steel-reinforced, knee-high boots buckle twice around each calf and sport thick soles that would make it difficult to get anywhere quietly in an urban setting. Completing his attire, a long cloak the color of leaves in autumn skirts just below his knees – a valuable piece of clothing it would be, were it not so weatherworn and otherwise damaged.
Personality Traits: From his oldest memory, Tieron can remember being told that the world would, one day, invariably belong to him. His blood, supplanted by one of the most ancient and powerful races in the world, bestowed upon him that right. Even so, the firstborn son of the House Couerlyn is entirely uninterested in politics or conquest – he is a whimsical romantic, a thinker, and an explorer. His wanderlust is insatiable, his curiosity the driving force behind a majority of his actions. Time stands still for one whose life will span a millennia, and as such there is very little reason for Tieron to ever take any immediate action unless whimsy demands.
Tieron is a lover and a fighter. Though often indecisive, he is passionate and nigh unstoppable once he chooses upon a course of action. He finds beauty in all things, particularly women – though not necessarily a player by any means, he adores the female gender and strikes out violently at anyone who does harm to a woman. Of all the Couerlyn children, he is (curiously enough) perhaps the least narcissistic, caring little of his own ability or his station in society. It is worth noting that more than anything in the world he is possessed of an incredibly deep hatred for Rakshasa – an abominable creature from which, ironically, a quarter of his lineage is derived.