Name: Corvaer "The Shadow of Death" Ringëril
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Height: 5'11''
Class: Hunter
Weapon: Enhanced Arbalest that allows for long range shots. Father's serrated long sword. Two short blades. Various poisons.
Armor: Enchanted light armor plating under cloth covering.
Personality: Quiet by practice. Prefers to get the job done that was assigned to him and move on to the next one. Tends to keep to himself in order to not form any ties with anyone.
_______________________________________________________Abilities/Techniques:
Complete Focus: Harsh training forced Corvaer to put everything into a single shot that can be fired from his arbalest with precise accuracy.
Darkness Shroud: Corvaer can use his ability with magic to cloak himself in total darkness while masking any noise he may create.
Apothecary: Being used to living in the wilderness has allowed Corvaer to understand the various plants around him for means of survival. He can use the plants around him to create a healing potion/salve or a deadly poison that usually layer his weapons.
Enhanced Night Vision: Years of hunting in the night caused his eyesight to adjust to his surroundings which gave him the ability to see when most could not.
Wild Combat: To prepare for any personal encounters with unforseen events, Corvaer has mastered his longsword as well as using his short blades in battle.
History: Corvaer Ringëril was born an elf of Eliyan. He was an only child with parents that advocated him succeeding to the throne. Corvaer, however, had no interest for this. Still, he trained as his family bidded and gained quick control his body and his mind. His physical talent enabled him to easily surpass those twice his age when he was young. His magical capabilities were nothing to underestimate as well. Corvaer did not take up offensive spells as his parents had hoped. Instead, he mastered the arts of stealth and camefloge, masking his body and presence at his very whim.
In his late teens, many had known of Corvaer's quick rise in strength. And a great many of those feared what he may become. To mentally break Corvaer, they had sent assassins to rid him of the only things he held dear: his family. The assissins grew too greedy with their mission. In the dead of night, they tied and bound Corvaer as they chained his parents to the wall opposite of him. It was there that they slowly tortured the only beings that showed him kindness. As the light of life drained out of their eyes, Corvaer's mind broke into shards. This sent corvaer into a frenzy that allowed him the strength to break through his imprisonment and exact revenge upon those who had taken the life of his family.
This incident did not go unoticed as others began to catch wind of the blood that had been spilt that night. Other families wanted to take advantage of the situation and eliminate some of the competition. Normally, this would be seen as cruel and barbaric, but to this land, an orphan is fair game. Corvaer knew of this and fled with the little weapons he could bring with him. One of which was the arbalest gun that one of the assassins carried along with his father's favorited longsword.
Corvaer then lived a life off of the land. He learned which plants would be his closest allies and which others would benefit him in securing a kill. The only thing on his mind other than survival was revenge. He wanted to return to the village that sought out his blood and burn it to the ground. To achieve his goal, he knew he must push himself further than what his parents had done. Far enough to the point where remorse was a thing of the past. So he lived this way, training, sharpening his skills to be a hunter. Not a hunter of animals for survival, but a hunter of life itself.
Once the age of 20, and when most had thought Corvaer had died in the woods somewhere, he made his move. The wild taught him to be patient with his prey, to allow it to drop its guard before striking. As soon as night fell over the forsaken village, he took the life of one of the children of one of the leaders in the village. He wanted them to feel the pain he felt as a child. So one by one, night by night, children's lives were taken. The village took arms against this unknown threat in anyway they could but only to find those efforts meaningless. Guards were dead by sunrise, torches were extinguished as soon as they were lit, nothing was going to stop Corvaer.
It did not take long for the village to thin out by means of fleeing or by the hands of Corvaer. Only the brave, or cowardly, remained. These few held a meeting to discuss a new way to elimate death's will that plagued the village. This meeting was held when the sun was at its highest point in the day. And it was at this time that Corvaer made his final appearance there. One by one the last of the villagers fell to Corvaer's blade. The bloody remains of the bodies was all that was left of the village. Travelers from nearby villages could see the smoke and ventured toward it to discover its source. It did not take long for the name "The Shadow of Death" to spread like wildfire throughout the kingdom, a name that Corvaer would eventually associate himself with.
With his revenge taken care of, Corvaer decided to make use of his skills as a mercenary and offer it to those with enough coin after he had received the letter from the one named Kali. It was not a clean living, but it was enough to maintain his skills and to remind himself of how he came to be.
