Aiynar Bell Seulin
"A miserable wretch, if ever I met one.... Well of course I am him, how do you think I know?" -The Wanderer
General Physical Condition
The Wanderer is healthy and fit, but the centuries are beginning to catch up with him. He looks a bit like a human approaching middle age might.
His skin tone is tanner than that of most Elves on Eeverfall. His hair is a pure snow white, but not in the almost brittle way common to the very old.
The features of his face are elven slim, but there is a strength to his features. Like a well forged axe, his face is sharp, with a solidly blunt strength behind it.
He is completely ambidextrous, but he usually pretends one of his hands is dominant, often incorporating this into disguises.
There is a bounce to his purposeful stride. All his movements feel like weight doesn't quite effect him the same way, as though he is dancing a ballet.
Though he rarely uses more than the simplest of magics, The Wanderer is said to be an immensely powerful mage. He is also exceptionally good at avoiding strikes that others attempt to make against him.
Apparel & Accessories
He wears sleek and simple cloths, usually in tones of white grey and black, with a splash of color, like a tie, scarf, or pair of gloves. He is almost never seen in the same outfit twice, unless it is part of his current disguise.
He has a number of magical items and artifacts secreted about his person. Most are benign or deffensive. One notable exceptin to this is a short blade of a strange design, too small to be a sword, and too long to be a dagger. This sentient weapon is known simply as Keen Edge.
The people of Everfall know very little of the history of the man known as the wanderer. Some say he is from another world. Others think that he came among the scholars, but was cast from among them before they ascended from among the people of Everfall.
The Wanderer is thought to have lived through all of Everfall's history. He speaks about the great heroes, and monolithic figures of old as though he knew them well. Often, he speaks as though he was on a first name basis with them. He also casually speaks about ancient truths about the nature of magic, and the universe. He knows much that has been lost.
The Wanderer has held and abandoned hundreds of jobs. It is not uncommon for him to wander into a small town in disguise, and work a trade for a couple months, before mysteriously vanishing. It is rare these days for him to learn a new trad, if for no other reason than he already knows most trades plied on Everfall.
Accomplishments & Achievements
As a character of folklore, The Wanderer is said to have outsmarted dragons, bested monsters, beaten treacherous Ancillaries in a battle of whits. In one story he sings a song so evocative that it makes the beholder dream its greatest fear into existence to destroy it. In legend, The Wanderer is a trickster, always able to best any problem, generally without even having to turn to violence.
Failures & Embarrassments
The Wanderer is old. He has know thousands and thousands of good people that are now dead. It has been long since he has been really close to anyone. There's always somewhere else for him to be, another rode to travel. He says he is running too somewhere, not away, but when he says this, he does so with a profound sadness in his silver eyes.
Clever of whit, sharp tongued. His memory is impeccable. He is a melancholy man, but he takes a profoundly sad sort of glib amusement from confusing and confounding people. He will bring up peoples ancestors if he ever met them, and for most people, he did.
Morality & Philosophy
"Time comes for us all, but I'm not ready for it to claim me just yet."
There is little The Wanderer can't abide, but he seems to have a special loathing for tyrants.
His motivations are unclear. He is very unpredictable, but consistent at the same time. He is at times heartbreakingly emphatic, and ruthlessly pragmatic at others.
Savvies & Ineptitudes
Given enough centuries, one can get very good at quite a lot of things. And yet, somehow an ancient man known as a master manipulator is horrible at strategy based games, dispite claiming to have played against the man who invented dragonchess. He claims that all those rules are too restrictive.
Likes & Dislikes
Though there is little left he truly dislikes, so too is there little he truly enjoys anymore. He says he loves sunsets... whatever those are.
Virtues & Personality perks
Patient, kind, clever, calm, empathetic, and principled.
Vices & Personality flaws
Obnoxious, vague, pragmatic, aloof, and stubborn.
Contacts & Relations
Far to many to ever list... and probably a similar number of enemies.
Generally compliant. Though he doesn't necessarily have a "silver tong," his utter force of personality, and the weight of ages gives great weight to what he says.
He regularly makes strange hand gestures which are much like ones which are familiar, but off... just a little.
Hobbies & Pets
The Wanderer knows many trades. He is an expert artisan, craftsman, and smith. He doesn't need the money, but he enjoys searching for new things to learn. He makes a hobby of hobbies.
His voice is profoundly sad, but making light. His speech is slow, but never ponderous, merely careful. He is capable of adopting most modern regional dialects and accents, but sometimes he slips into an unfamiliar accent, laden with archaic terms.
Wealth & Financial state
A few coins... sometimes.
Divine DomainsTrickery, Perseverance, Protection, Knowledge
Holy Books & CodesNone
Divine Symbols & SigilsNone
Tenets Of Faith
"Oh, stop that. I'm no god. Just a Man" -The WandererHis very few followers interpret his resistance to being set above mortals as him saying that all mortals have a spark of divinity. Because of this, they strive to live up to it and prove their worthiness. They reach toward the divine in whatever way they can. Divine Goals & Aspirations None
Honorary & Occupational Titles
The Sage. The Trator. The Celestial Emissary. Laikel Ethier. Skezkaln. Vrextkin. The Lost Soul.
Year of Birth
121 AS 835 Years old
Circumstances of Birth
Somewhere very far away.
"Oh... here and there."
The opaque silver of moonlight on thick fog.
Tan and lined, but not quite wrinkled
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