Lysanthir was born during the horrors of war, a foretelling of things to
come. His family was living in Greginsham when the Orcs invaded and the
fear and anger that they brought with them turned Lysanthir into a premature
baby. His father was a renown blade smith, but wasnt much of a fighter
himself and he ended up dying during the battle. Shortly afterwards,
Lysanthirs mother made her escape with her milk maid to the nearby Sylvan
Vale where she ended up raising Lysanthir. Growing up, Lysanthir was almost
always the outcast thanks to being premature and smaller than most every
other Elf. This upset the young Lysanthir, yet he had a determination that
was larger than the mountains. Lysanthir would train every day for several
hours a day. He knew his father was a blade smith that wasnt good at
fighting, and thus died due to his lack of skill at arms. He knew that for
the rest of his life he would remain the outcast, even among his own kind.
It was these thoughts that drove the young Lysanthir to the extreme. Soon
enough, the other Elves within the Valley noticed Lysanthir and his
abilities, but this only made him more foreign in their eyes as most of the
Elves were peaceful. Indifferent to his kin, Lysanthir left the Valley at
the infantile age of 17 and began his journey to become more than a blade
smith, more than an Elf. His determination would lead him only to the
epiphany of what it meant to be a warrior.
Description:
An Elven male of diminished stature stands here, his gray eyes glistening
with a grim determination not typically seen in his kind. His hair Is an
odd mixture of silver and golden yellow intermixed together which hangs
limply across his face and over his shoulders. A set of ears typical to the
Elven heritage rest on either side of his narrow and pointed face. His nose
is straight and unexceptional. A set of high cheekbones accentuates his
jawline and a scar can be seen running horizontally across his left cheek.
He is not overly built, but his muscles are well toned and well used for he
moves with the fluidity of a stalking panther. A wide variety of armaments
can be seen strapped in strategic locations throughout his body.