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This is for me and Asahi Kumoru only.

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Name: Feris Aren (Wild Eagle)
Age: 2100 (therefore he looks only 21-22)
Race: Light Elf
Weapon(s): Bow & Arrow, plus a thin rapier style sword he uses for close-range combat.
Power(s): he can communicate with nature (including all animals and plants)
Personality: It's a mystery. You'd have to roleplay with this character to figure him out.
History: Feris Aren is an elf of high reknown. Many people, human and elf alike, know of his reputation and all the things he's done in the past. In the war, he drove back many of the human forces and stopped them from taking over the Elven lands. He fought and defeated many of the greatest human warriors. Over time, his name became legend, and eventually he disappeared from the world. Many came to believe that he was nothing more than a story crafted by the Elves to keep humans from attempting to repeat the past. Feris himself knows the truth and as the humans prepare for one final battle against the elves, he hopes to find a way to end the fighting once and for all.

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Vayn stood outside the Laughing Lion tavern, his belongings at his side as he bent over to tie his boots. The previous night's breadwinning had gone well, and the tiefling had been able to gorge himself on rich beef stew before sleeping off the resulting food coma in one of the establishment's nicer beds. Of course, that meant that his first meal of today had technically been lunch, but really, he had no reason to keep a schedule. Plans changed all the time - Vayn had thought about moving on from this city today, but with he favor the horned man appeared to have won the night before for his playing and reciting, well, it would not hurt at all to milk that for all it was worth. Maybe he could even stay two or three more nights before his welcome wore out.

Still, he liked to travel with all of his things anyway; if he was missing something walking around, it bothered the Tiefling. So, once his shoes were on, Vayn picked up his lute case and his other bags, and arranged their weight comfortably on his shoulders and back as he made his way towards the merchant square. This place supposedly had really nice wood-carvings, some sort of indigenous human cultural thing that had carried on in spite of the supposed civilization here, and Vayn thought that perhaps he could pick up a couple little totems, for curiosity's sake.

The natives of this state were also known to have beautiful women, as well - if what the Tiefling had heard at the Laughing Lion's bar last night was to be believed. Perhaps he could seek himself some company for the day, or the evening and night as well if he was lucky. Today would be a good day, Vayn could feel it. With a grin on his face, he made his way towards the market plaza at the city center, offering a nod of greeting to anyone and everyone who even paused to stare at the curled horns on his head.

It had been a long journey through the woods, away from the elven lands. The elves had always felt the need to build their ancient cities deep within the wilderness of the world. Mostly so that they could connect with nature all that much easier. Well, for most elves, connecting with nature was not the easiest thing to do. As for himself, Feris had always been more in tune with nature than any normal elf. In fact, he actually had a unique ability, to be able to communicate with nature itself, to understand the ramblings of the wind, the rustle of the trees and brush. Making conversation with the animals in their native tongues. It had always been easy for him.

Making sure that his long silver hair covered his ears, he began walking towards the nearest town. Simply from the smell wafting his way, he could tell it was of a human design, and that the majority of the population within would be human. Feris looked behind him as a blue-green bird flew from the nearest tree and perched on his shoulder. It was one of the ancient creatures that the elves saw fit to keep alive in this land. The humans hunted most of the ancient creatures until near extinction, but if one were to see the elven lands, they would find hundreds of the old things wandering in peace. Living a life that most humans could never comprehend. That was the one thing that made Feris interested in the humans, even if he had taken many of their lives in the Great War. They were different than himself, and that alone made him want to study them in some way.

People turned to watch him as he entered the west side of the city, dressed in his unique leather armor and silken tunic. Though it wasn't necessarily silk, it was made from links of mythril, forged so thin it acted rather like a piece of cloth than of metal. But it was stronger than any ordinary cloth, and not so easy to cut through. He smiled lightly as he passed by the townsfolk and headed through towards the center of the city. Certainly he would be the strangest person they had ever seen in these parts of the world, but as his ears were hidden behind his hair, they wouldn't have an inkling that he wasn't human. He also made a note of the fact that he was the only person wearing green, where everyone else was dressed in a light brown, almost orange tinted brown clothes.

He gazed around at the people with his green eyes as he passed them, taking in the appearance of many of these humans. Even if they discovered him as an elf, there was no telling who he was. They would not know him from the legends, not even his own people knew who he was anymore. As he entered the market plaza, his appearance drew many more stares from the people. He ignored them however as he looked around, as if he was trying to find something in particular. The blue-green bird cried out in a strange siren like call. It was indeed an ancient bird, somewhere closely related to the ancient Phoenix, though it's coloring was different. Feris understood the call easily as a sign of anxiety, and he reached his left hand up to gently pet the bird's head. Again, ignoring the stares from the people around him, he continued moving through the plaza. But he paused to look at something on a table.

It was an ancient thing, elven-made, in fact. It was an amulet, one forged from a master craftmaker, perhaps from his own land. An ancient symbol was carved on the front, and it's coloring was that of gold, but Feris knew better. He stepped forward to get a closer look at the amulet, before looking at the merchant, who was smiling at him. It was a mischievous smile, and not one that Feris found himself fond of, but nonetheless, he couldn't be rash about the situation. He looked back at the amulet, as if thinking about purchasing the item.