Abel "The Carnivorous" Elf

Full Name: Abel Shimizu

Other name: "The Carnivorous Elf," "Elfish Rouge."

Race: Elf

Side: Neutral, until further developed

Birthplace: Du Weldenvarden--- more specifically, Ellesmera.

Age: 813

Gender: Male

Birthday: November 17

Eyes: Silvery blue, flecked with gold. His brows are arched in the way of most elves.

Hair: Abel's hair resembles the pelt of a mountain lion, excuse that it spikes and grows like a mane on his head. The rest of his body is covered in a similar yellow-orange pelt.

Weight: 150 ibs.

Height: 5'6 when slouching((usually is.)) 6'4 when standing straight.

Magic User: Yes

Preferred Weapon(s): His claws and a crimson blade sheathed over his back. The blade, Fyrn Eld Moi,((War Changer)), was crafted by himself and one other "Rouge" Elf, whom perished while hunting.

Personality: As suggested by his given names, Abel is evil in the eyes of his race. In himself, he cares only that he is doing what is right in his own mind, and thusly, he hunts other creatures instead of berries and plants. He is cold when confronted in public areas, but holds a warm spot in his heart for the few who prove themselves worthy.

Appearance: Due to his pelt that gives him warmth, the altered Elf only wears a pair of loose fitting pants, with a layer of Mail from the knees up. He lacks shoes due to his hardened feet, and requires no gloves for the same reason. His teeth are sharp to a fine point, his tongue fashioned similarly to a dragon to tear excess skin from his prey. He has a total of twenty claws hiding under his fur, ready to be extended at any time. His body, aside from these transformations, is still shaped as an elf. The slanted face, the relatively lean figure, the eyes, high arched eyebrows...

Likes/Dislikes: Fighting, meat, training, and traveling. He heavily dislikes remaining in one place and simply discussing. He despises berries and other plants, preferring the variety of meats roaming Alagaesia.

Strengths: Mid and Close range battling(Magic, Swords, Fists, Daggers/knives, etc.)

Weakness: Long distance battling(Bows and arrows, javelins, etc.)

History:
Abel The Carnivorous was at one time one of the most promising apprentices to Rhunon, producing many knives, daggers, and pieces of armor. He'd aided ever so lightly in the creation of the infamous Za'roc, by putting some of his handiwork into the hilt. With the help of Rhunon, he'd even crafted his first blade, Blodh Beorn (Bear Blood). For many years--- nearly a century--- he perfected his skills, until the 85th year of his training brought Rhunon's recession. For another three years he attempted to train under the female Elf, but she only allowed him to work on simple things like forks, spoons, bowls, and other simplicity.

When he turned 101 on that third year, he realized how much his potential was being halted, and simply left. Within his own home, the Elf began to recall his help in Za'roc, and removes Blodh Beorn itself. He sketched out his own black and red blade, then next to it the hilt of Za'roc. He laid out his many crafts--- the fine bowls, silver ware, and so on. It was then that he set on a project that took him another hundred years; merging the strongest points of all of his potentially offensive crafts to design the blade that he would be seen with for the next infinity: Fyrn Eldi Moi.

Throughout this time he took breaks, studying magics that had less to do with crafting and more to do with the world. He found many common and few others, but dared only to use the lesser ones. Through this he first discovered the drain of strength, and how much damage he could truly do. It was amazing, however, the fact that he hadn't realized how simple it was for his race to use this power. Trouble was, he needed true training if he was to grip and manipulate it.

In his three hundredth year, Abel had managed to perfect his basic magics, and used them to bless Fyrn Eldi Moi. This blade had initially been intended to alter his old master's state of mind, but as the Rouge Elf realized how useful it could be in truly altering a war, he forgot about it, strapping the blade to his back. Blodh Beorn, now a bit...Outdated, was shrunken down through magic and turned into a necklace for Abel to wear. With his basics, he spent the next two hundred years practicing his swordsmanship with the elite fighters.

And it was then, finally, in his fifth hundred year, that Abel discovered the taste of meat. By pure accident he bit into a steak whilst a human was visiting, and realized how much better it was. During the next celebration, he twisted his image to that of his current favorite predator, the Lion, and fled Ellesmera. The affects were instant; he was a rouge. From then on he traveled Alagaesia in seldom, perfecting the hunt, gradually training himself in magics, and seeking out a master to train him in magic.

((He'll have been traveling for three hundred years when I start the RP. Whether he goes to the Varden to perfect his skills or the Empire is solely up to the other people who want a new soldier.))
Password: Draumr Kopa

I enjoy almost everything about this character! Finally some variety and unexpectedness, it's fresh for these kinds of forums. Your character is very unique and I am very pleased to accept him as neutral until his time comes for choosing. You can feel free to RP and let me know if you need anything else!

ACCEPTED!