Absolutely insane. That's how they describe him. Broken, lost, exhausted. That's how he describes himself.
- Gender
- Male.
- Eyes
- Golden
- Hair
- Short, deep brown
- Height
- 6'0
- Weight
- 60 kg
Appearance
Physical Description
Slim and fit. Tall. Soft healer hands.
Body Features
Pale skin. Deep brown hair that he prefers to keep short, contrary to most other elves.
Facial Features
A sharp jawline helps giving him a masculine presence. Sharp eyes. High cheekbones. No facial hair whatsoever.
Physical quirks
Right-handed. Seems to always be on his guard. His eyes are watchful, almost paranoid. Rarely appears to be relaxed.
Apparel & Accessories
He likes to wear light leather with earthly colors. The simpler the better. He does not like to wear ornaments or accessories of any kind.
Specialized Equipment
A mace given to him by the gods. A shield with his lover's face on it. A simple crossbow. And a small book of prayers that he carries everywhere.
Special abilities
Only the powers bestowed on him by his god.
Mentality
Personal history
Authion, whose name meant “war”, was born in the tribe of Ashhelone and his birth signaled the start of a long period of pain and suffering in the depths of the High Forest.
The story of his birth was one that he would hear many times throughout his long life and one that he would come to hate with a fiery passion.
His mother had been the head huntress of Ashhelone. With hair the color of the earth itself, she was said to fly through the forest with grace and elegance. Her skill with a bow was unparalleled and she was admired by many.
One day, she ventured into the woods on her own to seek food and ingredients needed to treat Ashhelone’s sage, who had fallen ill and was at the edge of death. It was an urgent mission and, as such, had tempted fate to intervene.
She ran between the elder trees with the speed of a doe, unaware of the presence of a fellow hunter from the tribe of Nilmalin. Such was her grace, that when the she entered the hunter’s gaze, he felt the rush of the hunt and shot his arrow without hesitation.
The cry of pain from the wounded huntress alerted him and he rushed to her side. His arrow had pierced her thigh. He was awestruck at her beauty and horror filled his soul when he realized what he had done.
Over the years, Authion had become convinced that Hanali Celanil, goddess of love and enchantments had been roaming the woods and decided to put a spell on the hunters for her own entertainment.
Authion’s mother fell for her Wolf at first sight. All memory of her urgent mission was wiped from her head and instead, she could only blush like a maiden while the hunter took care of her wound and carried her on his arms back to Nilmalin.
The healers of Nilmalin took care of her, although with a slight arrogance and dryness on their actions while the hunter stood next to her the entire time. For what she did not know, was that her Wolf was already promised to another woman.
The huntress spent three days healing her wounds before she regained the strength to return to Ashhelone. He did not leave her side. They spent that time speaking, laughing and getting to know each other. With each passing moment, fate tied them together and pushed them closer.
When she finally left, the sage of Nilmalin forbade the hunter from ever crossing paths with his Doe again.
Authion’s mother returned to Ashhelone to find that she had failed the mission she had set out to do and had forgotten about. She was harshly reprimanded and forbidden from hunting again until a new sage was chosen. Her duty was to tell the man that wounded her to return her to her village at once, instead she had entangled herself with the webs of love and renounced her responsibility to the tribe.
The new sage was a forgiving woman and she allowed the huntress to return to her forest. Thus a series of furtive encounters between the Doe and the Wolf began and they would go on for years. The hunter married to fulfill his promise but he could not resist the allure of seeing the woman he really loved.
But the beauty of the Doe of Ashhelone was not only for the eyes of the Wollf of Nilmalin. Many men admired her and tried to gain her hand. Not one of them ever succeeded. That’s why, when the huntress one day announced the news of her pregnancy, shock and turmoil ran through Ashhelone.
The fame of Authion’s mother had long ago reached the ears of the Wolf’s wife, so when the rumor of the Doe’s pregnancy reached her; hatred took hold of her heart. She prayed to Shevarash and planned her revenge with caution.
Not long after, the Wolf ventured into the woods under the shelter of night. Having done this many times over the years, he had become careless and forgot to cover his tracks amidst the excitement of seeing his pregnant lover. His wife didn’t find it difficult to follow, bow in hand. She didn’t have to wait long before seeing them.
Their happiness was poison to her heart and with rage, she tensed the string of her bow and pointed at his husband’s lover.
Fate wasn’t done yet. An unexpected movement from the Wolf of Nilmalin and a hatred-filled arrow met each other to create new branches of destiny. When she saw what she had done, the hateful woman was filled with dread and, in a panic, rushed out, wandering without aim. In the middle of her terror, she had forgotten about her real target, who now laid next to the Wolf with her hands soaked in blood and agony ripping out of his chest and through her throat.
The Wolf’s name had been Thandraug, that meant “shield wolf.”
The killer became an outcast. She cut her left hand so she could never shoot an arrow again and became known as Naerwen, that meant “sad one”.
The next day, hunters from Nilmalin went out in search of the missing couple. They found only the hunter covered in blood and with the Doe of Ashhelone laying next to him, asleep. Recognizing her from the time she had spent on their tribe and knowing the rumors of her single pregnancy, they became enraged at the realization that the Doe had seduced their hunter and gotten herself pregnant with him, forcing him to break his oath to his missing wife. They pointed their arrows at her, but the hunters of Ashhelone shot first. They had found them only a second later and assumed the Wolf was the one to seduce their huntress and the cause of her rejection of every good man in Ashhelone.
Thus, the Doe was rescued and brought back to Ashhelone at the cost of many lives. War with Nilmalin had already started.
Despite the Ashhelone healers’ best efforts, no one could wake the huntress from her deep slumber. All they could do was keep her alive until her son was mature enough to be born through a ritual. Once it was done, she died in her sleep. Her name had been Rainarasinya, that meant “gracious doe”.
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A hundred years later, Ashhelone and Nilmalin still waged war while Authion struggled to grow amidst the undeserved hatred of his own people.
A merciful healer by the name of Sadron had taken pity on him and had asked the tribe’s sage to adopt him and raise him as his own. The sage granted such permission and Sadron took care of Authion from that day forth.
Authion learned to heal the wounds from their fallen hunters and was taught the ways of the faith in the goddess Naralis Analor, Lord of Healing, Easing of Pain and Death. Growing next to an acolyte of the Lord and spending most of his time on her healing hall, Authion’s faith became as strong as an oak. He was taught the ancient language of the Fay and the Primordials as well as instructed in all sorts of mundane medicine that did not require prayer to the goddess.
More often than not, whenever he tended the wounds of Ashhelone’s hunters, his efforts were met with a spit to the floor, a grunt of displeasure or a cold shoulder. This turned Authion’s character sour, making him indifferent and cold to those who were not close to his heart. He did not allow himself to hate those who hated him, though. As Sadron had taught him, Lady Naralis was a merciful goddess and she desired for her followers to be the same way and treat all wounded with utmost care to relieve as much pain as the goddess would allow.
Even though he was not allowed to fight, Sadron allowed Authion to carry a dagger under his leather vest. Like most other wood elves, Authion had grown used to wearing clothes the color of earth and woods with dark leather on top for protection. Often Authion’s clothes would be worn or faded and his footwear would only consist of loose leather tied with string, since most resources went to the hunters that had to provide and protect Ashhelone.
Sadron had been blessed with the gift of music and had taught Authion to love it. Every now and then, the healer would grab his lyre and make a small fire to sit around while he sang to Authion stories about the High Forest. It was the one moment in which Authion closed his eyes and felt safe, not just from the war, but also from the cold stares and whispers of the tribe. Only the smell of burned wood, the sight of the few stars that made it through the roof of the forest and the sound of Sadron’s music existed.
Those moments were only ruined by off comments from the healer about how much of Rainarasinya he saw in Authion. He had inherited her deep brown hair and piercing grey eyes, but hated to be reminded of it. However, despite that small flaw in his mentor’s character, Authion had a calm and often playful spirit around Sadron, whom he considered to be the only loved one in his life.
Sadron couldn’t help it, of course. He had been one of the many men to fall for the Ashhelone Doe’s beauty, but he’d never had the courage to ask for her hand. It was the only thing about his adoptive father that filled Authion with anger. The young elf had sworn to the goddess he would forever stand against cowardice and disloyalty, both vices that had characterized his parents. If he was ever given the chance to fight, he knew he would never run away from battle, even if it meant death.
One day, around the time of Authion’s two-hundredth name day, his simple life took an unexpected turn. A particularly bloody battle had broken down between Ashhelone and Nilmalin not too long ago and Authion was taking care of the wounded next to his mentor when the doors of the healing hall burst open and a bloody elf tumbled to the floor. He had somehow lost an arm and was mumbling incoherently.
The eldest healers took him in and stabilized him with prayers to the Lady Naralis. When he woke up, it took four men to keep him from thrashing and reopening his wounds. With a panicked voice he announced something that would change Authion’s destiny forever: Naerwen was back.
The author of the demise of Authion’s parents had been missing for two hundred years and now she had return with an army behind her back. She had joined forces with other outcasts and all manner of creatures and was threatening to take Ashhelone by storm. She had sent the bloody hunter to announce that she was performing a ritual that would take one year to complete. If Ashhelone didn’t deliver Authion to her before that time, they would perish.
The hall was silent as all eyes landed on Rainarasinya and Thandraug’s son.
That same night, Sadron had rushed Authion to their home and locked the door behind them. They had only the amount of time that it would take for the tribe to pressure the sage into giving Authion away.
Even though he was furious at first that Sadron would even suggest for Authion to escape, the healer begged him to listen and, out of respect for his adoptive father, he did. Sadron spoke with sincerity and fear on his eyes. He instructed Authion to leave the High Forest and travel East until he found the Long Road and then south until he reached the city of Waterdeep. That was their only hope, their only chance of finding allies for Ashhelone or a power strong enough to defend it against the impending threat of Naerwen.
In that moment, despite being taught his entire life about the mercy of Lady Naralis, Authion couldn’t help but think to himself that he would only do it to save Sadron. He didn’t feel like he owed Ashhelone anything, especially when he had to run away from their beloved High Forest before those who were supposed to be his own kin delivered him to an enemy he did not ask for.
With tears in his eyes, Authion said goodbye to the man that had raised him and cared for him his entire life. His mentor and father. Authion said a silent prayer to the goddess in his head to harden his heart against the fear he felt for what would happen to Sadron when they found out he had let Authion escape.
Sadron could see into his adoptive son’s heart and sense what he was feeling, but he didn’t address it. Authion smiled and thought to himself that it was the first time in his life that he had seen Sadron being courageous. He had to do the same.
Education
Healing and religion training from his mentor. He helped as a healer during the war in his village.
Accomplishments & Achievements
-He managed to escape his threatened village, find help and rescue it from an evil army lead by his step-mother.
-He fell in love with a bard from Waterdeep.
-He found his twin sister and saved her from the brink of death.
Failures & Embarrassments
-He failed to save his love from a planned death.
-He killed an innocent child in his effort to save him.
-He failed to convince his recently found sister to join him.
Mental Trauma
The loss of his first love. The events of the night it happened have scarred him forever. He struggles to sleep, communicate with others or express his feelings. Overwhelming pain and grief weigh on his chest at every moment.
Intellectual Characteristics
Able to hold his own socially around his own kind. He lived in a particular world during his 300 years of age. Now he struggles to adjust to a new one.
Morality & Philosophy
He will do anything, absolutely anything for those he loves. He has little regard for his own life since death is just the next natural step. Life is important only in the sense that it's a preparation for death.
person.sexuality
Gay
person.gender_identity
Cisgender male
Taboos
Disrupting, disturbing or touching corpses at least a month old. During that time, the soul is leaving the body and interrupting that process could be catastrophic.
Known Languages
Common, elvish, primordial and sylvan.
Personality
Motivation
Dreams of having a family and living his remaining centuries peacefully in a small hut in the High Forest with a loving husband and a few children of his own.
Quotes & Catchphrases
"YES, YES, YES!"
"No wonder he wanted to die!"
"See? You've also done horrible things!" [...] "Potato, tomato."
"My human."
"Oopsie!"
"Bless you!"
"Stumps and man pidgeons will be the end of us."
Savvies & Ineptitudes
Extremely good at getting laid. Horrible at social interactions.
I know, right?
Likes & Dislikes
He loves the forest and life in it. He likes magic. He dislikes interacting with other races. He hates life in the city.
Virtues & Personality perks
Logical and wise to a certain degree when it comes to counseling those he cares about. Willing to give his life in the blink of an eye if he deems it necessary.
Impatient, rash and reckless despite his good intentions.
Vices & Personality flaws
Addicted to pastries. Tends to be disruptive when he feels threatened.
Personality Quirks
Chuckles way too much. Even in serious situations.
Hygiene
He takes care of his physical aspect but has little regard for his clothes.
Social
Birthplace
Ashhelone
Current Residence
Waterdeep
Contacts & Relations
-His mentor and sister back in his village of origin.
-A certain man in the Waterdeep bourdello he used to live in.
Honorary & Occupational Titles
High Forest Cleric of Naralis Analor.
Wealth & Financial state
He does not give any importance to gold or possessions.
Whatever money he has is either spent on pastries or used towards unavoidably necessary things.
Family Ties
He has a twin sister he recently found out about back in Ashhelone.
The man that raised him also lives in Ashhelone.
Religious Views
He has a complicated relationship with his god.
He's grateful to Naralis for the help he's provided so far. He provides him with his powers and helped him save his sister from certain death.
But he also resents his god for not stopping his lover before he died, punishing him for doing what was necessary to save his love and keeping him from attempting to die and be reunited with his Khrystian.
Social Aptitude
Confident and comfortable when communicating with his own kind.
Defensive, paranoid and even aggressive when dealing with other races.
Speech
He has a slight accent and sometimes struggles to express himself correctly in common.
Excessively sarcastic when he feels threatened. Tends to use certain ironic phrases when he wants to express his discomfort.
Social
Birthplace
Ashhelone
Current Residence
Waterdeep
Contacts & Relations
-His mentor and sister back in his village of origin.
-A certain man in the Waterdeep bourdello he used to live in.
Honorary & Occupational Titles
High Forest Cleric of Naralis Analor.
Wealth & Financial state
He does not give any importance to gold or possessions.
Whatever money he has is either spent on pastries or used towards unavoidably necessary things.
Family Ties
He has a twin sister he recently found out about back in Ashhelone.
The man that raised him also lives in Ashhelone.
Religious Views
He has a complicated relationship with his god.
He's grateful to Naralis for the help he's provided so far. He provides him with his powers and helped him save his sister from certain death.
But he also resents his god for not stopping his lover before he died, punishing him for doing what was necessary to save his love and keeping him from attempting to die and be reunited with his Khrystian.
Social Aptitude
Confident and comfortable when communicating with his own kind.
Defensive, paranoid and even aggressive when dealing with other races.
Speech
He has a slight accent and sometimes struggles to express himself correctly in common.
Excessively sarcastic when he feels threatened. Tends to use certain ironic phrases when he wants to express his discomfort.