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Lunariion, scout, lightning element.
Lindeskar
26 years old, height about 180 cm, left-handed, otherwise as in the picture (the ring is on the index finger, not the ring finger, by the way).
Clothing made of linen fabric, quite worn, leather boots, a gray threadbare hooded cloak. Behind his back is a short wooden spear (about 160 cm) with a steel tip, a composite hunting bow with bone reinforcements, and a holey quiver without arrows. On his right side is a worn leather bag containing flint and several apples. A wide iron knife hangs from the left of his belt. On his right index finger is an engraved silver ring with an olive garnet (grossular) of about ten carats.
Once, while wandering through the forest on a dark winter night, a hunter found a half-frozen pregnant elf. The next day, here in an old hut on the outskirts of a remote village, she gave birth to a frail and weak child, a son whom she named Lindeskar. The hunter was hospitable and quite kind; he took in the elf and her newborn son on the condition that she would clean, cook, and warm his bed on cold winter nights.
Time passed, the child grew into a teenager. In the remote village, where he and his mother were the only elves, they were treated coldly. The village boys often beat him, pulled his ears, and sometimes even pelted him with stones. As a result, Lindeskar became withdrawn, tried to avoid entering the village whenever possible, and spoke to no one but his mother. He was tall and clumsy; everything slipped through his fingers, and an attempt to apprentice him to a blacksmith ended in failure and multiple burns.
The only place where he could feel at ease remained the forest surrounding the village. Blood memory made itself known: Lindeskar felt an increasing pull toward nature. He spent many days climbing trees, running through the woods, trying to learn how to step on leaves silently, and simply studying the world around him. His stepfather noticed this and began taking him along on hunts. A love for the forest unexpectedly brought them closer and made them friends: the old hunter taught the elf child how to use a spear and bow, while the boy surprised him with observations gathered during his wanderings through the forests.
Winter arrived—cruel, frosty, and with little snow. It destroyed the fields sown for winter, killed many plants and animals in the forest, and took many human lives. Additionally, bears awoke, angry and hungry, beginning to roam in search of food. A couple of such bears had already attacked the village; they fearlessly charged even a crowd of armed people with torches. Lindeskar and his stepfather spent their days in the forest, tracking and killing beasts around the village. Once, they stumbled upon tracks—they led straight toward their hut. Forgetting everything else, they rushed after the trail.
Alas, they were too late—the beast had already managed to get inside. The door was open; through the doorway, they saw Lindeskar's mother on the floor in blood and a huge brown bear before her. Blinded by overwhelming rage, the hunter charged the bear with his spear and pierced its hide despite its thickness. This drove the predator into a fury—it snapped the spear in half and dealt the hunter a massive blow to the head. Meanwhile, standing on the threshold, Lindeskar pulled an arrow from his quiver and drew the bowstring, but his hands shook so much that he could not aim. Having finished with the hunter, the bear roared. Out of fear, the elf released the string; fortunately for him, the arrow flew straight into the open maw, and the bear fell dead. After the shot, still trembling, Lindeskar fell to his knees and sobbed. Then he suddenly came to himself, jumped up, and called the people from the village for help. The hunter was dead—this was evident at a first glance. The elf woman, however, was alive but seriously wounded—the bear's claws had ripped open her abdomen, damaging internal organs.
For two weeks, Lindeskar did not leave his mother's bedside; she grew worse every day. A couple of days before her death, she revealed the secret of his birth to her son: the mother told Lindeskar about his father, who had abandoned her for some dark elf, and placed the father's ring on her son's finger, instructing him to find his father somewhere on a distant island, the homeland of the Lunariions. After that, she said nothing more.
Having finished with the funeral, the elf decided that nothing longer held him here: he gathered the most necessary things and set out on his journey, wherever the call of his ancestors led him. And it led him to the Empire of Selentit...
By nature, he is withdrawn and secretive, feeling uncomfortable even in a small company. He is perceptive and emotional deep down but afraid to show it, and somewhat cowardly. He has never killed sentient beings before and will do so only as a last resort.
Lindeskar
26 years old, height about 180 cm, left-handed, otherwise as in the picture (the ring is on the index finger, not the ring finger, by the way).
Clothing made of linen fabric, quite worn, leather boots, a gray threadbare hooded cloak. Behind his back is a short wooden spear (about 160 cm) with a steel tip, a composite hunting bow with bone reinforcements, and a holey quiver without arrows. On his right side is a worn leather bag containing flint and several apples. A wide iron knife hangs from the left of his belt. On his right index finger is an engraved silver ring with an olive garnet (grossular) of about ten carats.
Once, while wandering through the forest on a dark winter night, a hunter found a half-frozen pregnant elf. The next day, here in an old hut on the outskirts of a remote village, she gave birth to a frail and weak child, a son whom she named Lindeskar. The hunter was hospitable and quite kind; he took in the elf and her newborn son on the condition that she would clean, cook, and warm his bed on cold winter nights.
Time passed, the child grew into a teenager. In the remote village, where he and his mother were the only elves, they were treated coldly. The village boys often beat him, pulled his ears, and sometimes even pelted him with stones. As a result, Lindeskar became withdrawn, tried to avoid entering the village whenever possible, and spoke to no one but his mother. He was tall and clumsy; everything slipped through his fingers, and an attempt to apprentice him to a blacksmith ended in failure and multiple burns.
The only place where he could feel at ease remained the forest surrounding the village. Blood memory made itself known: Lindeskar felt an increasing pull toward nature. He spent many days climbing trees, running through the woods, trying to learn how to step on leaves silently, and simply studying the world around him. His stepfather noticed this and began taking him along on hunts. A love for the forest unexpectedly brought them closer and made them friends: the old hunter taught the elf child how to use a spear and bow, while the boy surprised him with observations gathered during his wanderings through the forests.
Winter arrived—cruel, frosty, and with little snow. It destroyed the fields sown for winter, killed many plants and animals in the forest, and took many human lives. Additionally, bears awoke, angry and hungry, beginning to roam in search of food. A couple of such bears had already attacked the village; they fearlessly charged even a crowd of armed people with torches. Lindeskar and his stepfather spent their days in the forest, tracking and killing beasts around the village. Once, they stumbled upon tracks—they led straight toward their hut. Forgetting everything else, they rushed after the trail.
Alas, they were too late—the beast had already managed to get inside. The door was open; through the doorway, they saw Lindeskar's mother on the floor in blood and a huge brown bear before her. Blinded by overwhelming rage, the hunter charged the bear with his spear and pierced its hide despite its thickness. This drove the predator into a fury—it snapped the spear in half and dealt the hunter a massive blow to the head. Meanwhile, standing on the threshold, Lindeskar pulled an arrow from his quiver and drew the bowstring, but his hands shook so much that he could not aim. Having finished with the hunter, the bear roared. Out of fear, the elf released the string; fortunately for him, the arrow flew straight into the open maw, and the bear fell dead. After the shot, still trembling, Lindeskar fell to his knees and sobbed. Then he suddenly came to himself, jumped up, and called the people from the village for help. The hunter was dead—this was evident at a first glance. The elf woman, however, was alive but seriously wounded—the bear's claws had ripped open her abdomen, damaging internal organs.
For two weeks, Lindeskar did not leave his mother's bedside; she grew worse every day. A couple of days before her death, she revealed the secret of his birth to her son: the mother told Lindeskar about his father, who had abandoned her for some dark elf, and placed the father's ring on her son's finger, instructing him to find his father somewhere on a distant island, the homeland of the Lunariions. After that, she said nothing more.
Having finished with the funeral, the elf decided that nothing longer held him here: he gathered the most necessary things and set out on his journey, wherever the call of his ancestors led him. And it led him to the Empire of Selentit...
By nature, he is withdrawn and secretive, feeling uncomfortable even in a small company. He is perceptive and emotional deep down but afraid to show it, and somewhat cowardly. He has never killed sentient beings before and will do so only as a last resort.
Наше оружие - неожиданность! Неожиданность и страх, страх и неожиданность - это два наших оружия! Плюс безжалостность - три наших оружия: страх, неожиданность и безжалостность! И ещё фанатичная преданность Папе - четвёртое! Наше оружие включает в себя... наше оружие включает в себя... страх, неожиданность... я сейчас!