Aerel De'Cant's page

Cutting a very tall and lithe figure, the elf seems out of place. Dressed in a belted loincloth, a pocketed sash with a pouch hanging off of it strapped over one shoulder, he has several nets hanging from his waist as well as a whip. One hand is encased in a coral glove, some kind of aquatic cestus, the other has a dagger sheathed in the wrist. He holds a trident in his hands, an oiled bag slung to his back along with a pair of swim fins and a couple of strange devices. Long white blond hair streams from behind the mask falling well past his shoulders. His skin is well tanned. Thee second most disquieting thing about him is the grotesque mask covering his features. It seems like some kind of foul aquatic creature from the darkest myths. It's the strange way he stares at you with his head slowly slanting one way then the next making the graven image seem to writhe and undulate that's the worst thing about him. Then he speaks...

PRIMARY MOTIVATOR Discovery/Adventure
Sense of Humor Dry
Emotional Disposition Angry/Contemptuous
Moodiness Labile

CORE TRAITS
Outlook Pessimistic
Integrity Unscrupulous
Impulsiveness Impetuous
Boldness Intrepid
Flexibility Stubborn
Affinity Cold
Comportment Agreeable
Interactivity Reserved
Disclosure Secretive
Conformity Conventional

SEXUALITY
Sexual Orientation Hetero
Libido Lascivious
Sexual Expressiveness Flirtatious
Sexual Expressive Style Seductive
Openness to sexual experience Wide
Promiscuity High

RELIGION & SPIRITUALITY
Adherence Recently devout (vengeance)
Tolerance Intolerant
Expression of beliefs Occasional
Converting others Actions speak louder than words
Attitude Irreverent

Topics of Conversation exploration, magic, piracy
Quirks, Habits, & Oddities stop speaking midsentence, holding head at odd angles, seeming to listen to unheard sounds
Hobbies & Enjoyments diving, sailing

Aerel was born and raised in the Mordant Spire. That lonely elven bastion in the middle of the ocean, ever watching over the ruins of their most hated enemies, the Azlanti. He was raised to swim before he could walk and spent years aboard the sleek sailing ships which are rightly feared by all other pirates for their unmatched speed and maneuverability.

His family sent him to formally train with the wizards of their academy. Aerel gravitated towards the magi, those masters of blade and spell. Whereas the traditional teaching included the sword, the elves of the sea relied on other, more practical weapons. He trained in the spear, the net and trident, learning to mix his spellcasting with these weapons to deadly effect.

When he was old enough, he was apprenticed to a renowned magus and archaeologist to learn how to become one of the Spire Defenders. She was known for her use of the whip and Aerel was not about to be outdone. He trained for many years to become competent with yet another exotic weapon. While a whip could not function in or under water, it's greater reach was a boon on land. Added to that, it's weakness against armoured opponents disappeared as his magic coursing through the fifteen feet of braided leather was just as lethal as any other weapon.

His own master's whip was a masterful example of craftsmanship. Black as the midnight of a new moon, it seemed to absorb the light. That it was magical was plain to see even without the aid of arcane aid. Esoteric symbols had been worked into each of the long leather strips. The ingenious way those lengths were then braided made the symbols change meaning as the overlaps created new words and phrases. It never left her side and he would often spy her stroking it and speaking in a small quiet voice. Her skill was outmatched only by her talent and there was none who could defeat her. That made their final adventure so much more jarring and painful.

They had sailed south into the the Shackles and were exploring ancient cyclopean ruins for proof to stories that the Azlanti had allied with the one-eyed tyrants before the Starfall. It was in the heart of the ruins that they were beset by seemingly feral cyclopes. They attacked without warning and several large stones had already hit them before they were aware of the ambush. Being outnumbered and unable to outrun them, she handed him that whip and ordered her student to run. Taking up the net and trident, she bravely held out to buy him time to escape.

Aerel ran for days with hardly a stop for rest. Vowing revenge for the cruel death of his master, he stumbled into Port Peril and found the Formidably Maid, a tavern there on the docks. Gasping for breath, he went in and ordered a drink which he took to a dark quiet corner of the room. It was just minutes later that all went black...