I was born under the Red Oak, to a family of Ithilalfar on the edges of the Mist wood forest. When the war began, many of my kin wish to join the fight, as did I, but before I left, I heard her call..my lady, Amberlune!!!

I lived within the boundaries of the Mist Wood Forest since my birth under the giant oak tree, my family say I am unlike the majority of my kin because of this fact. While still slender and graceful, I am of stockier breed by Elven standards.
 
Most of my life was spent playing and training with the other children of my age, learning the way of my people, the Ithilalfar, including our druidic ways. In fact, I had just completed my initial training and manage to change my form for the first time when the King of Aurunem returned and soon declared war for his throne. Soon, many of Aurunem allies sent men and wizards, including from the kingdom of Arlington. Soldiers came to our forest and asked for volunteers to join the cause. I had no intention of joining the war of kingdoms that would ravage the green countryside, adding my part to the destruction of the natural world we live in. However my brother, Soveliss, could not turn away, and begged father to join their cause, citing that a war would spread to our boundaries before long. I would not let go alone.
 
We had moved up through Northern Aetrus in order to meet up with the frontlines of the battle, but our march was ambushed by Bandits hired by Lurgas and in the frey,....Soveliss fell. We defeated the bandits but my will to continue was shattered so I stayed near the battle field for days until I found the courage to bury my brother and found a cave to close myself off to the world.
 
There in the darkness of that cavern, after a many days of grief, I heard a voice whisper to me, and try to comfort me. It did not succeed initially, but kept at it and eventually, that soft voice broke through and help to alleviate the heavy pangs of guilt for not defending my brother properly and the blame I placed upon myself for his death. The voice reminded me that all those that pass on to the next realm, return to nature first. To the ground we are born from. The voice helped me realize that all creatures come from and return to nature, that is the cycle of all life. That voice, so light hearted and comforting, convinced me to leave my cave and on that day I came across another group of bandits awaiting anything with life to walk into their trap. They had slain several deer in the area, leaving their bodies to rot once they have cut away what they wanted from the carcass. Something about this image did not sit well with me, it felt like an affront to nature itself, so with the aid of the voice, and the boons granted to me from it, I felled those men. I left their bodies to rot for the rest of the creature to have a bountiful meal, knowing their corpses would be used fully.
 
After that day, the voice revealed itself to be the Goddess, Amberlune. I bid her guide me, use me as her hand to defend nature and the natural order of the world. I silently became a cleric of her order right than and there and, having taken what implements I could from the bodies of the men yesterday, headed north towards the town which we were to meet and secure a trade route for Arlington and Kelm. I will champion my goddess and build a temple or grove in her honor. I will defend the creatures of her creation and be her sword or shield against those that would harm her realm.

Age

135

Date of Birth

18th of Dium

Gender

Male

Eyes

Green

Hair

Dark Auburn

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Sun kissed

Height

5'8"