Belron
Belron Tagdalar
Description
Belron is a lithe, 5' 9" Half-elf, his long brown hair is clean but never quite kempt. His clothes are are as light and floaty as his movements, almost seeming to move just to move rather than with any purpose. The gaze of his brown eyes are listless and uncaring except when observing the truly natural world. Despite his figure he carries a heavily laden backpack filled with supplies, always prepared for a night's rest under the stars. Though he does not outwardly carry any weapons to defend himself from the wilds.Mental characteristics
Personal history
Belron Tagdalar was born to a family living in the outskirts of the northern High Forest. Growing up with no one besides his family and nature around him he grew a deep respect and liking for the forest creatures around him. Finding beauty in their simplicity, he strove to be more like them. This wish slowly grew into a deep distrust of the people who would wander into the forest and dare to disturb the wildlife within with no understanding of the land they tread on. Through his formative years he began to distrust anyone besides his parents. When his Elven mother died after stumbling on a bandit camp and being in the wrong place at the wrong time, his father chose to move back to the city, deciding the life of a hermit just wasn’t for him. Belron refused to tag along, not wanting to give up his life of beautiful forests for one of stone roads and buildings. An argument was the last conversation he had with his father before he was left to live alone in the mound of dirt he’d called a home for all his life.
The solitude was hard at first, the sounds of the forest can only keep a man company for so long. But soon he found when he tried, he could talk with the animals that lived around him. They never talked back but at least they listened, and over time he found that was enough. He learned how to hide his home from the people that roamed the land, worried if anyone were to find him he might meet the same fate as his mother. Though as the forest aged around him less and less people seemed to come by his hole of a house. He began to venture out from the house more and more, ‘speaking’ with the animals around him, when he learned the most attentive listeners seemed to be the butterflies that frequented the area around his home. Though as the winter months came his ‘friends’ were all hibernating and gone, just like every year but this year it seemed almost worse somehow, perhaps because he had spent so much time with them in this year in particular the loss hurt all the more. Though one night he was wrapped into a dream about not only being with his butterfly friends, but actually flying among them! But something wasn’t right, the air around them was cold and fresh snow was still left untouched. His friends couldn’t be flying around him like this, it had to be a dream! But despite his efforts to wake up the feeling of his firm bed never came. As he twisted and turned to try and pinch himself he found the swarm of butterflies surrounding him twisted and turned with his movements. WIth further experimentation he found no matter what he did, the impossible swarm of butterflies followed him no matter where he went! This went on for what felt like an eternity, despite all his attempts to wake up. Thenl suddenly he found himself changing, and suddenly he was falling, landing in the deep, fresh snow. The butterflies that had been surrounding him were all gone.
The next two weeks went on with more oddities, some mornings waking up like he had trapped in a swarm of butterflies, others turning to look for a knife only to find sharp points protruding from his fingertips! Before he had time to process what exactly was going on around him he could feel something was wrong in the forest. Things were much too quiet, even for the winter months. But the quiet didn’t last for long as soon the forest home he’d learned to love was swarmed by an army of Fey'ri! Luckily his years preparing to hide paid off as he hid in his little dirt home until the siege was driven back after a nearby decisive battle, but his home was not the same. The animals never returned as they had the years before, nor did the lands ever feel the same again, tainted by the evils that had roamed them. As little as he wanted to admit it he knew he needed to find a new home. A new forest to call his own, one he would protect this time rather than hide like a coward as it was ravaged by those more than willing to destroy it
Race
Half-Elf
Half-Elf
Size
Medium
Medium
Deity
Mielikki
Mielikki
Alignment
True Neutral
Date of Birth
16th of Kythorn
Year of Birth
1351 DR
27 Years old
Birthplace
Children
Current Residence
Xiomara
Gender
Male
Eyes
Light Brown
Hair
Flowing, dark brown
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Dirty bronze
Height
5'9"
Weight
112 lbs
