Philsuminous was raised in a peaceful elven commune of indistinct but generally positive theology. They sang, they prayed, they fasted and it was awful. He watched his older brother go up to “rebel” by becoming a crusading paladin, riding around on some celestial tiger like that was a good life choice. The village-raising-group tutted briefly, but ended up praising the righteous crusader.
While still remaining totally neutral and refusing to actually do anything else for those in need. The hypocrisy soured his relationship both with his commune and with his do-gooder brother, who, in theory, he kind of liked, as far as he liked anyone.
His curse and blessing has always been the idea that he is always the smartest person in the room. Both fortunately and not, that is actually mostly true. His information is almost always accurate, though the conclusions he draws are not quite so reliable.
He is a talented evoker who never was very good at art or making things, though he learned fletching almost as a boring necessity. In his mind, there are Very Bad Things out there who would do harm to anyone weaker. Never a builder, he has decided his life’s mission is to destroy the destroyers.
Now after more than a century of waiting, he has found his opportunity to prove this. The continuing war against giants seems a good place for him to finally show who he really is. This awkward genius, with a flat, clipped speaking voice and a dark sense of humor wishes to be a powerful weapon in the war against aggressors.
He is tall and thin, even for an elf, though his full 6’8” stature is rarely obvious due to his horrible posture. He tends to read not as a physical threat and that’s pretty accurate. His face is pale and thin ...well, really, all of him is. He’s heartier than he looks from years of “mindless commune physical labors.”
He tends to miscalculate the length of appropriate eye contact, either too long or too little.