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Though Eikiel was raised within the Elven populace of Kyonin, he never felt at peace there. The tranquility of the forest, so cherished by his people, set his nerves on end. It was too quiet, too perfect. He wanted nothing more than to burn it down, to see the flames dance. To destroy.
His parents first took note of his temper - abrupt, and often irrational - when he was yet a babe. Nothing they tried lessened the simmering fire within. Word spread quickly as he grew. Parents shielded their children from him, lest his condition somehow spread. Not that the other children wanted anything to do with him either - the few occasions he'd been at play usually resulted in the other child crying. Or bleeding.

His father, Eyuzin Letriua, was not the first to shun him, but his rejection cut the deepest. It'd not been so painful, nor surprising when his mother, Pomiana, suggested that it would be best if he left. Clearly he was not meant for Kyonin, nor wanted there.

He was nearly 20 when he left. He did not feel relief to see the forest behind him, as he'd suspected. The anger was there as always, his constant companion. It had new targets now - his parents, primarily - but it burned just as fiercely as before, crowding his mind with dark thoughts.

Realizing he must master the anger lest it control him, Eikiel joined an order of monks. In many ways, their mountain-top temple was just as peaceful as his forest home, but by their teachings, Eikiel learned to control his anger. Not conquer it completely - it was always there, ready at hand should he let his guard down. But for the first time he knew something of peace.

Eikiel left after a few years to wander the country. In learning to master himself, he'd come to understand the anger, and what tended to incite the rage. For one, too much time spent in one place. He did not know if familiarity caused his careful discipline to slip, or if his legs simply needed to be in motion, lest inactivity stir the rage. As well, any time spent in heavily populated areas, or even in narrow quarters. And of course, any thoughts of his father churned the blood.

Eikiel dresses in loose fitting garb cinched close at ankle, waist, and wrist. He usually dresses in light browns or off-white colors. Anything too garish or bright is like to give him a headache and incite the anger. He prefers to go barefoot when possible, as the feeling of the ground underfoot helps to center him. When that is impractical he wears sandals.

He is of average height for an elf. Given his nomadic lifestyle and general lack of appetite, Eikiel appears malnourished. His baggy clothes hide most of his body, but his cheeks are gaunt and the skin stretched tight across his brow. He favors a hood at all times, shading his yellow eyes. He keeps his head shaven. Long days under the sun has deepened his skin to a golden-brown.

Eikiel has come to see himself as an elf of two halves. The calm, rational side when he can seize and hold peace within himself is Eikiel Letriua, the elf he was meant to be. And then his darker half, which he terms D'Kiel. Though he senses great power lurking there, he fears what would come if he relinquished his fragile hold over D'Kiel. His goal is to somehow unite the two halves into a whole, without destroying himself in the process.

Unbeknownst to Eikiel, the source of his anger is a strain of demon blood going back several centuries. I'm completely open to the details around how this happened. My intention is that he comes to understand this at some point and then multi-class into a Sorcerer (with the Abyssal bloodline).