Player Name: Falsetto
Player DW: diaqiao
Contact: glamdringsteel[at]gmail[dot]com
Character Number: First

Character: Elfarian of Nevadarn
Source (if applicable): TERA Online
Personality: The first thing anyone may notice about Elfarian's personality is his somewhat harsh demeanor. The sorcerer isn't the kind of elf to hold back his words, and is quick to judge as much as he's quick to dislike. He's brash and bold, a combination that doesn't always go well. While's he's not exactly a bad or unfriendly person perse, Elfarian certain comes with a whole network of flaws that he covers up with his assumed lordliness. The elf carries himself with a form of "arrogance" that would undoubtedly irritate others. He has a slight superiority complex, something which is very common amongst the Elves of Allemantheia. He's distant and emotionless to some degree. Hardly willing to let go of his mask of arrogance. Elfarian takes himself too seriously, almost to the point that it's nearly laughable at times. He's quick to anger, but slow to forgive. Definitely rather immature and heavily flawed in that way. The elf is known to hold a grudge for the pettiest of reasons, and sometimes act on them. Quite delightful, no? His childish and arrogant ways certainly land him within a world of trouble, but Elfarian can be quite charming when he wants to be. It's just a shame that majority of them time he acts as if he's too good for this damn world, and everyone in it.

However, what he lacks in emotions he makes up with his strength. Elfarian is a dedicated soldier of the Valkyon Federation and will stop at nothing to pursue the goals of the Federation. His devotion to the Federation is willed by his deep admiration for Lord Elleon Kubel, their most decorated warrior. While many doubt that Elfarian shall reach Elleon's level of greatness, the young sorcerer is determined to do just that. He almost blindly tosses himself into danger in hopes of proving himself in the eyes of the Federation. But his reckless actions often come at a hefty price. His dedication to the Federation is what makes this young sorcerer shine amongst others.

Elfarian is a driven and avid practitioner of the arcane arts. His greatest joy in life is studying within the Arcane Collegium in the Capital City of Velika. While the vast libraries of the Collegium pale in comparison to that of Allemantheia's; Elfarian spends endless hours studying and practicing various spells in his leisure. He likes to be alone, and often enjoys reading a book or tome more so than interacting with others. However, his preference for solitude is rather contradictory at best. He's lonesome, terribly lonesome. His fascination over books is driven by his own lonesomeness. It's easier for him to lose himself in a good story than it is for him to make friends. Not many people are willing to put up with someone as woefully bratty as Elfarian. Many simply roll their eyes or storm away. His lonesomeness definitely his fault since, to a degree, Elfarian doesn't know how to talk to people. He's so busy trying to make himself seem superior to all, that he often ends up irritating others. Some humbling is sorely needed before Elfarian can see the fault in his ways. While he's not exactly mean-spirited, the elf certainly lacks a certain level of respect for others.

History: Elfarian's lineage dates back to a line of mystics that once participated in imperialistic conquest of Allemantheia's part. His great grandfather, Balwerd the Strong, was a long lived veteran both praised and hated amongst his kind. Responsible for many grave atrocities during the war; it should come as no surprise that when the Elven Empire crumbled, Balwerd was executed. The House of Nevadarn was forever shamed by their role in the war. Bearing the foul legacy of his ancestors, Elfarian hoped to undo the tragedies of the past by joining the ranks of Valkyon Federation. While he only spent a few years serving under Valkyon's banners, Elfarian's adept practice of magic won him strong favor with the expedition team sent to explore the newly arisen "Island of Dawn".

Everything the people of Tera once knew of their world was tossed to the wind once this strange island erupted from the sea. Nestled between the bodies the two great continents of Arun and Shara, this island won great interest from Elfarian. Many believed that the continents themselves were the bodies of the Titans, and just as many believed their tears filled the sea that surrounds them. Many from the Federation Capital of Velika set out to explore this island, and for many years the scientists seemed quite surprised by what they found. While adventuring through the gorge alongside Elleon, the leader of their expedition, it was there that Elfarian first caught a glimpse of the threat lurked within the chasm. Demonic beasts of various shapes and sizes emerged from the gorge, each more sinister than the next. Many scientists were killed during the onslaught, and their leader was lost.

Why was it that such beasts would call this newly found island their home when it didn't exist before? Also, why were there artifacts that date back to the Elder Days of Tera that haven't been discovered before? With so many mysteries to unravel, Elfarian vowed silently to attain the truth no matter the cost.

Timeline: The Second Expedition to the Island of Dawn

Abilities: Sorcerers are masters of magic and illusion, most capable of summon the very elements to defeat their foes. Gifted in the way of magic, Elfarian's skill with magic comes form a near lifetime of studying within the Arcane Collegium of Allemantheia. The High Elves are known for his magical abilities, especially since their kind can regenerate mana, the very essence of magic, faster than any other race. While sorcerers are capable of utilizing all of the powers of the elements, Elfarian shares a stronger affinity to ice than he does with others. This isn't because of some sort of special bond he has with an ice spirit, or something equally ridiculous. It's because he can freeze his opponent in their tracks long enough for him to find the right spell to finish them off.

Despite how powerful a sorcerer might be, they're utterly defenseless due to their lack of armor and skill with a blade. The sorcerers not only have to be skilled in magic to survive, but also need to be rather acrobatic enough to avoid oncoming assaults. If not, they'll soon find themselves buried amongst their ancestors. Elfarian is quite skilled in dodging and avoiding others, but his nimble feet don't always spare him from danger.

Inventory: Likened to the others of his class, Elfarian uses a disc rather than a staff in combat. The disc is a long ranged weapon capable of allowing sorcerers to channel their mana in order to cast various spells. During combat, it floats at the tips of the sorcerer's fingers like a floating ring. When deactivated, these magical rings float upon their user's back or hip. These discs can be either crafted or brought in various shops within Tera, but the best ones are typically handcrafted by other sorcerers. The disc that Elfarian uses in battle is called the “Umbral Circle” and much like it's namesake, it's a black metal ring-like disc that has the faint etchings of bat wings upon it. It's a spooky little thing, but oddly beautiful.

Elfarian has a tendency to travel rather light during his adventures, all for except for a few potions and salves in his satchel. He might have a book or two on his person, but not much. Too much clutter could lead to disaster or so what Elfarian believes.

Link to an image of the character: The Sorcerer's Visit to Poporia

Prose Sample:

After being station within this homey little ranch for one too many days, Elfarian learned two valuable things about the people here. He learned that humans; for better or for worse, are the most resilient, yet most stubborn individuals he could ever meet. In its heydays, the Two Oaks ranch was once a prominent farm here within the southern lands of Arcadia. The farm owner, this crotchety old gentlemen of sixty years or so, would often boast about his farm to the unwilling recruits stationed here for guard duty. While the Valkyon Federation was often revered highly by most, it would seem that the old farmer wasn't the least impressed with them or with Elfarian. More often than not, the old man would shake his fist at him and try to shoo him off whenever the moment was right. The old coot wasn't above sticking a pitchfork at his face, or aiming that old rusty shotgun at him. After all, he's been living on this farm for the few decades or so without the Federation's aid.

So what reason did the old man have to trust in them now?

Elfarian tried talking to him plenty of times regarding the dire state of his land, but the old farmer would have none of it. While a great war was being waged elsewhere, a new battle begun here at this homely little ranch. The elf had seen it with his own eyes when he saw trolls marching across the open plains carrying clubs and spears. Most of the rich soil here has long turned pale and dusty, but now very ground itself was drenched in blood. The tell-tale signs of battle could be seen all across the landscape for as far as the eyes could see. The Argon managed to make their way rather far into the Federation's territory, but with the war itself being their main focus; most of Southern Arcadia was left to their own devices. Which leaves Elfarian at his current dilemma.

How could he possibly convince the man to abandon his land? He knew better to judge the man too harshly for his stern and sometimes unforgiving slurs. Yet, his temper always seemed to get the better of him when dealing with the old farmer. Their last exchange nearly ended with them exchanging blows if it hadn't been for the Project Coordinator with stepped forward to separate them. Reprimanded fiercely by his superiors for that fail of diplomacy, Elfarian was honestly stumped as of how he could convince the old coot. What good could come from staying on this land? Didn't the old bastard know that staying here was pure suicide? The farm itself was nothing more than a decaying corpse at this point. Much of it that was built two decades ago was now falling apart from either structural damage caused by the haunting of past storms, or termites. Even most of the animals here were dead, and those that still lived were dying from disease.

So what would make this man want to stay here? The answer itself wouldn't come to Elfarian until days later after his return to the capital.

“Haven't you heard a thing I said?” Elfarian questioned with a heavy sigh. “There's a horde of a dozen or so beasts coming this way. Surely you don't mean to fend them off in your lonesome. The Federation will offer you reparations for the loss of your property. Thus, you'll be well taken care of during your stay at the refugee camp in Crescentia.” Hoping for the umpteenth time that the old man would take his offer, Elfarian was once again greeted with a defiant “No” in the form of a sneer. A slight growl did escape the sorcerer once the old farmer started with his anti-federation tirade, but he tried one more time to sway his judgment before tossing his hands in the air, and stomping away.

The Project Coordinator, a gentle soul who hailed from Velika, did her best to soothe his wrath, but it came too late. A day later, Elfarian abandoned the mission in hopes of joining the Second Expedition to the Island of Dawn.News of Lord Elleon's disappearance shaken everyone within the Federation, and now droves of soldiers flocked to Dawn under Lord Leander's command, Elleon's brother. Having put in his request to rejoin the other recruits at Velika, Elfarian was quite gleeful to put Two Oaks Ranch behind him.

That evening when he left alongside the other soldiers stationed in this district, Elfarian caught a glimpse of the old man standing at the brick-built gate of his farm. He looked as tattered as usual, his white and silver hair slicked back by perspiration. His off-white hue of his shirt looked darker within the evening glow, probably dirty from days of hard labor. Yet despite how haggard and unkempt the old man seemed, there was a strange sense of calm about him. He looked almost at peace as he watched the starless midnight sky. There was even a hint of a smile on his thin weathered lips once he caught a glimpse of the moon hidden away by the dark rolling clouds. It was the first time Elfarian ever seen him like that, and definitely the last time he would see him. With the approaching horde coming ever so nearer, the elf packed with haste. The Project Coordinator said her goodbyes to the old man, whom Elfarian would later know as “Henry”. She spoke briefly with the farmer, her hazel eyes dark with worry for Old Henry. Of course, as usual, the old farmer toss back her final offer to seek sanctuary in Crescentia and urged them on their way. At the time, Elfarian couldn't care less for the conversation and stalked off ahead on horseback. The others soon followed suit with the Coordinator taking her leave of the farm much later. It didn't take too long for her to reach them but when she did, she offered a few words to the haughty elf. “Don't take it personally.” She said in a painfully sweet falsetto voice. “He just wasn't ready to go.” Giving the brunette a quick glance, Elfarian flicked his hair over his shoulder and said nothing.

Days later, news of Two Oaks Ranch reached his eyes in the form of a report from the south. The southern command stationed at Crescentia was sad to report that all of the southern lands within the Valley of Titans was destroyed. This of course included the farm since it was nestled right in the middle of the region. Elfarian's clenched the letter tightly within his hands as he read it. Apparently nothing was left of Two Oaks Ranch after the skirmish there, and everyone in that region was presumed dead. Henry and his farm was gone, along with countless of others who once lived in the region who all refused governmental assistance. Crushing the report crudely and quickly balling it up, the elf tossed it within a nearby trash bin on his way to the Arcane Collegium. It wasn't until he was nose deep within a book that the realization dawned on him.

“...He was waiting to die.”


Journal Sample:

Won't you be a dear and stop wasting my time? [Sighs] Do as you wish. I was merely sent here as an Envoy of the Federation, and nothing else. If you wish to persist in your foolishness, then do so. I shan't stop you, but I fear that my companions may.

[His gaze narrows somewhat in disapproval.]

It should go without saying that I value my comrades more so “alive” than “dead”. Therefore, don't get them killed on the account of your stupidity. If you want assistance in your suicide, then just merely ask me. If not, then do take care.

I'm not eager to bury anyone today. Physical labor has never been my strong point, so do be careful with them.