Name: Salanthír Síndros
Age: 240
Gender: male
Race: Light Elf
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Origin: Fantasy Land; Twandol
Class: Archer
Abilities:
Elvish Precision: Salanthír's Accuracy rises to that of an unprecedented Caliber, able to hit a target in the same spot for up to Five shots. Even when the target is in motion or at a distance that even honed eyes have trouble at. In preparation however, it takes quite some time leaving him Quite Vulnerable to most melee attacks.
Quick Fire: When in a situation that requires him to Fire quickly without worry of precision, Salanthír puts most of his archery ability in the quick motion of putting out as many arrows as Elvenly possible.
Piercing Shot: As the name Sounds this shot allows it to penetrate armor depending on thickness and material of the armor. The softer the anrmor, the more likely that it is able to work.
Cloth: 100% probability
Leather: 90-70% Probability
Chain Mail: 70-50% probability
Plate and Dwarven Crafts 40-0% probability
Personality: Salanthír is one of the people who could enjoy a Quite peaceful adventure with only a few encounters. however with the Curiosity that humans usually are filled with this was never his case, and in fact most of his trips were all but silent. With bard playing their merry tunes for the excitement of the crowd, the gnomes who never s**t up, and the humans wanting to do everything just cause they could. Half the time he had to keep his two quivers closed for his twitching hand kept on rushing towards the quiver, often leading the companions to cause only a greater fuss.
Be this as it may when needed he always voiced his opinion, however due to his race he never held anything back from the others. This would cause some people to hate him, trust him, and even fall for him. though more often than not people thought of him as, well, an arrogant elf. He has rather short patience when it comes to the tolerance of the other races ignorance. With this in mind he finds that due to the longevity of the dragon's and their knowledge gained over the years, that they out of the other races, are fit to be Kírín, or Friends of elves.
When in battle the man seems to be Calm and collected, making the proper decision even when his comrade or group is in peril. While in this state of mind he would even shoot at an ally if it meant protecting the rest of the group. mind you he has never once seriously injured a tourist or even a mage guide, but there have been times where to protect the person in question he did have to draw their blood. A small price to pay for a Life, but one that broke more of his precious silence than he would have preferred.
Likes:
- Silence
Archery
Dragon's
Animals of the Forest, Be it a wolf, a deer, or a wild Bird.
Fears:
- Disgracing his Heritage, Not a wise idea for any race.
Being Banned from the Elf Lands, for it is his Birth home.
Large Spiders, more of a discomfort and dislike for them than anything
Being Confined underground for a long period of time. As such he doesn't get along with Dwarves whom live in Mountain mines very well.
Having a Gnome in the group, for he might loose his temper and silence it.
Appearance: x
Bio: Salanthír was born into a Light elven family in the elven capital of Twandol. With this in mind he has grown through the many years of his life span in the shelter of the Silver city and had become quite used to the life style of the elves, living day by day with not a worry in the world. that was until the first tours began and the elven lands began to change. Shortly after that every being besides pure elves were banned from entering the city limits of the Silver City of Twandol and soon the elves daily life began to become once again as it was. However occasionally the foolish disobeyed the elven law and they were either escorted back out of the forest or forcefully removed.
Be the city a place where he was born Salanthír soon foud that it was a bit to noisy for his liking, with people chatting in a variety of different elven dialects though all of the same language. Eventually he left the city for the simple fact that he would rather be in a quite scenario looking at the stars than be in a loud city where people constantly talked just to do so. With nowhere to go and no money to feed himself he found himself in the Tourist beginning area. Which was quite a feat for his short temper for the ignorant. There he became a ''Mage'' Guide whom began to lead groups on their 'Adventures' whatever it may be.
Special Equipment: Two Quivers that are mounted on either side of his hip that make him look odd yes, but both can act as a Weapon sheath as well. both of them have a latch that he can close to keep arrow from falling out of them if he were to Climb a terrain or Shooting the Annoying Gnomes.
Sub-plot requests: He has Successfully leaded a Tourist group though Fantasy Land Before.
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