~~ Lore ~~

During the reign of the Black Prince, and the Midnight Son, when the first blood child of the high queen shriveled at the busom, Arkus Gorellean was born. It was a birth of prophecy among the high elf clans of Llure'Aur'Alladah, a birth set to great power and great prestige. As it so happens it would be a birth that would live up to those expectations and more. Arkus Gorellean would rise to be the most powerful mage among all of Llure'Sur'Alladah.

But power and magic was not enough for the new Midnight Son. He wanted to bring power to all of the high elf clans and unite them under his rule. He gave them a choice of course, a simple one, join or die. To their credit in bravey, and shame in stupidity, they did not aquiesce to Lord Gorellean's request. The blood that flowed during that year of purge would have become legendary had any survivors been left behind. So it was that the great high elf clans of Llure'Aur'Alladah now reside only in myth and memory.

Lord Gorellean spent the next 500 years traveling through the lands and the planes, seeking out new powers and new opportunities and trying to find a place that would make for a new kingdom worthy of his rule. His travels took him far and wide until finally, he landed on the shores of Sinfar, a curious place to set roots perhaps, but one heavily steeped in magic and opportunity. Perhaps this will be the beginning of his plans made manifest....


~~ Bio ~~

Lord Gorellean is a high elf of average height and regal bearing. His skin a perfectly sculpted alabaster devoid of even the smallest of scar. He has high cheekbones and a noble nose that has a very slight hook to it, sharpening his countenance. His jawline is strong, sloping backwards and giving foundation to soft lips that would make for a rather impressive smile, if they were ever to endeavor towards such. As it is they usually are set in a stern and thin line of displeasure towards the world at large. His eyes are a pale blue, deeply set and appearing rather thoughtful, but also very disappointed. This is a man that knows he is better then the world that has dared to birth him.

He wears only the finest of leathers, and silks, insisting on only the best to ever touch his skin. When metal and armor is needed, he favors golds and silvers, soft metals but also ones that can be arranged to great beauty. Lord Gorellean is a man that knows the power of impression, and how much more dangerous it can be then the power of steel alone. He is often adorned with a myriad of necklaces, rings, and other baubles, but above all is a single amulet around his neck, a weird glowing relic of a monstrous eye that darts about as though alive, framed in a web of gold.

His clothing shows off a thin, lean frame of wiry muscle. He is not a man that has made his life by the blade but instead relies on his powerful magic to get him through day to day. His fingers, perhaps the one oddity, oddly strong looking with strange stony claws that protrude where normal fingernails would be. His finger tips seeming to constantly glow with magic seeking to escape his form.

~~Lights~~
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