Calithil Vaerendel

Calithil Vaerendel. Name’s got that old elvish lilt to it, like a ballad sung around a dying fire. I never met the man myself, but I’ve heard the kind of things you hear about a fella who keeps his boots on the ground and his sword at his hip. A loyal ranger, they say. One of the old guard. The kind that doesn’t ask for much and doesn’t leave a job half-done.
He’s been serving the kingdom longer than most men live, slipping through the trees like a shadow, watching the borders, keeping the wolves at bay—both the four-legged kind and the ones that walk on two. Word is, he was nobility once, before the old world fell apart. That doesn’t mean much these days; the past is a heavy thing to carry, and the ones who can’t bear it usually end up face down in the dirt. But Vaerendel? He kept moving.
Some say he could’ve been a druid if he wanted, but fate had other plans. Maybe it was duty, maybe it was the weight of a promise made in the days before everything turned to ash. Whatever the reason, he stayed a ranger, stayed loyal, and never made a show of it. The best kind of soldier—the kind that doesn’t need to be told what to do. - Sorek Redmarch

I don’t know where he is now. Rangers like him don’t leave a trail unless they want to be found. But if he’s still out there, he’s watching. Waiting. And if trouble comes knocking, I wouldn’t bet against him.

Calithil Vaerendel

Race: Elf (Wood Elf) Age: Over a thousand years old (physically appears in his late thirties) Titles & Status: Former noble of the Twin Kingdoms, Wandering Druid Affiliations: Druidic Orders (formerly), Surviving Elvish Exiles

Appearance

Calithil Vaerendel stands with the grace of an elf long accustomed to both courtly life and the wilds. His dark auburn hair, streaked with silver from time and hardship, is often pulled back into intricate braids, a remnant of his noble upbringing. His green eyes, once filled with youthful idealism, now hold the weight of centuries. His skin bears the faint traces of druidic markings, once vibrant but now faded like echoes of a lost era.

Personality

Once an eager student of the druids, Calithil was known for his inquisitive nature and a deep love for the balance of nature. Though he trained among the wilds, he never fully abandoned his noble roots, maintaining a sense of decorum and tradition. Now, after the great scattering of his people, he carries an air of melancholy, weighed by the destruction of the elven homeland. Despite this, he retains a quiet determination to preserve what remains of the old ways.

History

Calithil was born into a minor noble family within the Twin Kingdoms, his lineage tracing back to the forested enclaves where many druidic traditions flourished. As a child, he was sent to train with the druids, a common practice among noble families seeking to strengthen their ties to the land. It was during this time that he met Jinwing, another student of the old ways.
Though Calithil showed promise, his noble status prevented him from fully dedicating himself to the path of the druid. He returned to his family's estate in his adolescence, continuing to study elven politics and governance. However, he never lost his connection to the druids, often visiting them in secret and maintaining his understanding of their rites.
When the elvish diaspora shattered their civilization, Calithil was among those who fought to preserve what little could be saved. Though he lacked the raw power of the true druids, his knowledge of both the noble courts and the wilds made him a useful ally in the struggle for survival. He lost everything—his family, his home, and the future he once envisioned.

Connection to Jinwing

Jinwing and Calithil were childhood companions, bonded through their shared training in the druidic arts. Where Jinwing excelled in the primal power of nature, Calithil was always more reserved, struggling between his noble obligations and his love for the wild. He admired Jinwing’s talent but often worried for her, fearing that the world would not understand the power she carried.
In the modern age, he is one of the few who remembers Jinwing from before the diaspora. Their reunion is bittersweet—he recognizes the weight of expectation that has been placed upon her and wonders if she can truly be the beacon of hope the scattered elves need.

Current Whereabouts

Calithil wanders the frontier lands, searching for remnants of the old ways. He aligns himself with surviving elves, lending his knowledge of history and nature to those who still fight to reclaim what was lost. Though he no longer holds noble status, he carries himself with quiet dignity, a relic of a world that no longer exists.
He has recently crossed paths with Jinwing once more, observing her from afar before deciding whether to reveal himself. He struggles with doubt—does he reach out as an old friend, or does he test whether she is truly the sign of renewal their people hope for?