Khaelieth

[Khaelieth]

Name: Khaelieth Llelmandred Kellenwyr Sereghyanda (or Khae for short)
Race: High Elf

Appearance: Tall, measuring 6 feet. His eyes are a deep set emerald colour, with a faint sparkle. He has strong elven features and he does nothing to conceal it. His hair is jet black and tied back at the nape of his neck with a black silk ribbon. He's fairly handsome and has a very slight sinister look about him. He speaks Britannian with a pronounced elven accent and can at times even be difficult to understand. His body is muscled, but not overly so. He looks to be in his early twenties.

Background: Khaelieth came from an elven community which had endorsed itself in a stalemated war with a local human settlement. None were strong enough to defeat the other. The elders of the tribe then sought peace with the humans. This was achieved, but the elves had to let the humans enter the woods to chop lumber.

Khaelieth always hated it, opposing the elders at every turn. Then, growing desperate, he led an ill-fated attempt to sieze power, which ended with his exile along with his fellow conspirators. He now roams Britannia, using his skills to earn money.

[Khaelieth]

Finding a temporary home in Cove, he quickly established himself as a military liaison, providing the Covian army with leather and other basic supplies in exchange for a modicum of wealth. While ostensibly a civilian, his skills as a mage and scout ensured he could play a role in the Covian army when required, and fought against the Kaldorians on several occasions, including a raid on Kaldor itself. He was also present for the re-taking of Cove from the orcs. He was later joined in Cove by his cousin, Delcarakdur. An ill-fated attempt to get Delcarakdur out of the Baron's dungeon led to Delcarakdur losing his hand.

He later married Jessica Hawkins, with whom he has one child. Khaelieth's mood grew ever more erratic as he sunk time into studies of blackrock, as time went on and Jessica left him. He eventually left Cove with his son, his cabin collapsing one harsh winter.

A dark and stormy night, Khaelieth returned to Cove. Thin, on the border of emaciation, with sunken eyes and a stretched countenance, he was visibly sick and often suffers from nose bleeds, splitting headaches, and a weak constitution. He is often seen leaning on his black staff to support.