Malen

Malen Phidan

An older, tall-ish blonde elf, Malen stands often staring out into the distance, lost at thought. When he isn't muttering something about the end of days, he is often found looking over his strange old texts talking to himself. His age at times seems to get him, often found with a walking stick to get around, and leaning into it as needed. An astute eye may see burn scars at the base of his neck, seeming continuing down from to his chest, but if asked, Malen just smiles, and says its his gift.
A reasonably tall elf, he looks as if he has seen many days in his life. Blonde hair and blue eyes may point to physical beauty, but his abrasiveness, and slight hunch quickly throw that away. Often he will be seen either by himself studying some ancient text with papers sprawled about his table, or out on the streets pronouncing doom on those unfortunate enough to make eye contact.

Status: Alive

Race
[species] ]

Size
[Medium]

Languages Known
Common, Elven, Draconic, Celestial, Sylvan, Goblin, Gnoll

Alignment

Redacted

Date of Birth

9 Mirtul 1105

Year of Birth

1105 DR 273 Years old

Birthplace

Thay

Gender

Male

Eyes

blue

Hair

Blonde

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Pale

Height

5'10"

Weight

140 lbs

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Known Languages

Common, Elven, Draconic, Celestial, Sylvan, Goblin, Gnoll