Basic Information Name: Tazafein Maelyl
Age: 350
Gender: m
Occupation: Lieutenant in the Legion of the Crimson Flame
Familiar/Chosen of: None... yet.
Appearance
Height: Tall
Weight: Lean
Build: Wiry
Skin Color: deep black, laced with scars from a number of battles.
Eye Color: vivid green, his right one is crossed by a long, straight scar.
Hair Style: Short. Appears to have been trimmed with a knife, and none too carefully.
Hair Color: Snowy white
Fashion:
Function-forward. While most things crafted by elves of any race are beautiful, and drow are no exception, Taz doesn't much care about that. He's a practical fellow, caring much more about how well a leather jerkin will dissuade a blade than how it fits. Still, ill-fitting armor is more of a bane than a boon.
Personality
Base Alignment: CG
Personality description:
Gruff, surly, and generally cross, Taz treats most interactions as an interruption. He's easy to underestimate, coming across as nothing but a ball of contained annoyance with a very sharp sword- but underneath his prickly armor he's a rather lonesome soul and possessed of a craftiness and resourcefulness that would put a fox to shame.
Most of his anger comes from his treatment at the hands of his parents, and he guards his heart closely.
Abilities/Powers:
He's an excellent swordsman and an aeromancer, and is an experienced survivalist of both the Silverweald and the deep reaches generally.
Brief Biography:
All that is publicly known of Taz' history is that he joined the Legion a century ago and has served with courage and distinction and no small amount of grumbling ever since. He's a tough officer to serve under, but he has a reputation for bringing his soldiers home in (mostly) one piece, and those who have served under him for any length of time tend to be deeply loyal.
The part he doesn't talk about is that he was the third son of the heads of a noble house, and his parents cared not one whit for him. They kept him fed and sheltered and threw any number of instructors at him to keep him busy, but his mother's attention and his father's pride were prizes that remained forever out of his reach.
And it wasn't his imagination; his parents felt nothing but disdain and irritation for their youngest son; they were much too busy with social obligations and raising their heir (and their second son as backup) to waste time on a child that would never be of use beyond, perhaps, a minor political marraige. His brothers saw no problem with the arrangement- they didn't see what Taz saw. The slight wrinkle of his father's nose whenever Taz attempted to tell him of his accomplishments. The faint tightening of his mother's lips whenever he sought to speak to her.
There was always something more important for them to do.
Gradually, Taz stopped trying to win their positive regard though his anger only grew. Then, his brothers perished together. It was a freak accident- they were fishing from a small boat at the base of Prism Falls, and both somehow went overboard. One brother was found drowned, the other's body was never recovered.
Suddenly, Taz was heir. Suddenly, his parents could not have been more affectionate. This served only to condense his wrath into an incandescent flame. The fight they had is still spoken of in hushed whispers, and there is a rug covering the char that was permanently etched into the foyer floor that night. Tazafein never returned to his family home, nor has he spoken to his parents since.
They made no effort to coax him back, and replaced him with a baby daughter not long after. Taz is curious about his sister, but has to this point made no effort to contact her.
Friends:
Family: Former scion of House Aleaniryn, his parents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and even his baby sister still dwell within the ancestral family home. Taz wants nothing to do with them.
Enemies: Oh, a few.
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