Name: Elias d'Skraaga
Race: Tel'quessir / Elf
Gender: Male
Height: 5'11"
Eyes: Blue / Silver
Complexion: Pale


Calm, composed, and calculating. Just a few words which can often be used to describe Elias d'Skraaga, one of a very select few individuals to have graduated at the top of one of the most prestigious academies in all of Faerûn; the infamous, and ever revered School of Mystra; particularly that of Sembria.

With an ever present, and marvelously crafted arcane staff in his grasp, it was evident that this elf was a devoted controller of the Weave, and although he often traveled from one city to the next, he never seemed quite sated, ever lacking a purpose, or a goal with which he could utilize his prodigious arcane talents.

Much to the elf's disenchantment, no mage guild ever seemed sufficiently capable of securing his subscription, as in all of his days and time, Elias failed to find an organization that competently met his seemingly preposterous criterial standards for excellence or superiority. But that was the way of the elf, he was a perfectionist, and inadequacy was something he had very little tolerance for.

The irony of it all? .. His most succinct, and conspicuous port of call was none other than Sinfar, the notoriously acclaimed pinnacle of disappointment, the city filled with such a high grade of deficiency that the prospect itself of arriving in such a trench of degradation made him feel ill. But alas, his arrival was far from a deliberate decision. Far from a choice at all, really.

As a direct, consequential result, upon arrival, the tel'quessirian sorcerer ended up quite the miserable individual, and for that reason in particular, he has taken up a cause. One to be remembered amongst the ages to come.