Daenan Lithos's page

+1 Elven Branched Spear 10 lbs (2370)
+1 Tatami-do Armor 45lbs (2150)
+1 Cloak of resistance 1lb (1000)
Ioun torch (75)
Traveler's Any-Tool 2lbs (250)
Potion of CLW (50)
Potion of Enlarge Person x3 (150)
Potion of Endure elements (50)
Potion of Aunt haul (50)
Potion of Clarion Call (50)
Potion of Keep Watch (50)
Potion of Serren's Swift Girding (50)

Kukri 2lbs (8)
Curve Blade, Elven 7lbs (80)
Lonbow Composite (+2str) 3lbs (300)
Arrows, Durable x60 9lbs (60)
Bedroll 5lbs (0.1)
Blanket 3lbs (0.5)
Soap 0.5lbs (0.01)
Fishhook (0.1)
Compass 0.5lbs (10)
Mirror 0.5lbs (10)
Rope, silk(50ft) 5lbs (10)
String (200ft) 2lbs (0.04)
Sunrod x2 2lbs (4)
Wine, Fine 1.5lbs (10)
Rations, Elven x7 7lbs (14)
Weapon blanch, Cold iron 0.5lbs (20)
Weapon blanch, Silver 0.5lbs (5)
Alchemists firex5 5lbs (100)
Tanglefoot bag 4lbs (50)
Antiplague (50)
Antitoxin (50)
Alchemists kindness (1)
Journal 1lb (10)
Ink (8)
Inkpen (0.1)
Chalk x10 (0.1)
Charcoal x10 (5)
Outfit, Explorers (8lbs) [10]
Backpack, Master work 4lbs (50)
Waterskin(empty) - (2)
Kit, Mess 1lb (0.2)
Flint and Steel (1)
Piton x10 5lbs (1)
Map (50)
Cold weather outfit 7lbs (8)
Adventurers sash 3lbs (20)

Daenan was born in the capitol of a (Insert elven kingdoms name) 139 years ago. While his father was a soldier in charge of training troops and her mother sergeant in the citys guard, the extended family was for the most part scholars, few straglers were involded in politics, mostly regarding foreign affairs. He was the second child having one older sister and younger twins of a brother and sister to follow later.
As a young child Daenan excelled during his studies, being considered rather talented in the academics. Though that would not last as that talent let him get away with nothing put effort in and later fell into slighty above average due to lack of interest. Physicality was where he truly excelled both due to talent and more so because it held the youths interest to spark a competive personality which made him push himself. Socially Daenan was less fortunate, he made rather few friends but grew close to those that he did.
During adolesence the start of a man started understanding the larger world and as such that tensions were growing with the human empire, that they had resently became neighbours with. There had already been some skirmishes along the borders. Deciding to follow in his fathers footsteps he decided to move his studies towards war and as such enrolled into military academy. While he was considered a good student, especially in the martial skills, it became rather apparent that the boy wasn't cut to be an officer.
Eventually those skirmishes along the border changed into full blown war and as many others Daenan was called upon to serve. Early in the war they held the advantage they knew lay of the land and had warriors with more years of experience than humans lived. But eventually it came apparant that they could not match the manpower or the economical power that an empire could wield and they had to retreat further and further back. During this time Daenan was approuched by one of his uncles about a project. It was a desparate attempt by the alchemists and herbalists of house Lithos to turn the tide of war. Daenan and other warriors that had suitable physiques volunteered to be part of an experiment to enhance their physical properties. While from the point of view of the military the experiment was succesful, it wasn't pretty. There were side effects and not all subjects survived, and even to this day there isn't solid knowledge what the long term effects are. By far the worst being that the users became dependant on the substance.
Perhaps the experiment might have been able to save the kingdom if it had been completed at start of the war and perfected during it. But it hardly mattered in the end as after two decades of resistance the kingdom finally surrendered. There were resistance groups for about a decade after doing sabotage and gorilla tactics, even still to this day but they are of marginal effect these days. About five years when the throne was succeeded by a new ruler the elven politicians took advantage and managed to negotiate self-governing in exhange for a tribute. That was 7 years ago.
For Daenan it took almost 2 years to come to terms with the surrender and what he had seen and done during the war. But eventually he decided right or wrong that the fault of the loss was the fact that humans could simply create new forced quicker than them and that meant that each elven warrior had to count for several and given their extended lifespan he considered that his kin had no excuse for that to not be the case. So he wandered around the kingdom finding skilled warriors and teachers learning about combat the best he could.
Eventually what wealth he had managed to get together during the war was running thin, so he left to work as a mercenary. He traveled across different places signing up with a few different companies during his time. He learned that he didn't quite like working in bigger groups as part of a formation, especially given the questionable loyalties of his comrades that he didn't know personally. So after parting ways with his last one he happened to strike up a conservation with an adventurer that was looking for extra hand when dealing with a group of ogres. Daenan learned that he preferred to work in these small groups and skirmishes instead and did so for a time with different people, never quite settling down with a set group.

Height: 6'5(195cm) Weight: 150lbs(63kg)
From first glance it is obvious that the elf is a warrior of some kind. The weapons have been clearly placed in their respective positions not for comfort and ease but to be accessed as fast as possible, what scars are visably suggest they aren't there just for decoration or mark of status. The rest of the equipment seem to be have their own distinct places and only there. Most things seem to have some age to them but have been well taken care of. The man is slighty taller than average, the build definetly sports some muscle but not necessarily as much as one would expect, though what is there is distinct. The way the elf carries himself and moves about seems to have certain ease to it, perhaps reminding of a dancer. Even if it is usually harder to tell with elves the mans face doesn't look old, yet the hair has lost it's color having turned white. The man seems to prefer the darker colors as the clothing seems to be mainly black with decorations in dark shade of purple and a hint of gold here and there.