Many years ago, Tyran was leading a small force to repel yet another
goblin attack when he happened across a lovely elven woman n the Mocker's
Tavern while resting and having a drink. He was bedazzled by her and she
very easily took notice. Tyran was not known for his subtlety, but his
strenth in combat was well known and his leadership was well enough to lead
small forces. Limara was like nothing he had ever seen before with her
slightly blue skin and pure white eyes. With a couple of drinks in him, he
introduced himself and the two seemed as if they were made for each other.
Despite what her kind and her family had to say, she left them to be with
Tyran and was exiled because of it. Moon Elves were allowed to only be with
Moon Elves in order to keep the race pure. Tyran and Limara had a daughter
together that looked so much a Moon Elf that she was indistinguishable from
the others. Eventually, she ventered back into the graces of the Moon Elf
family and there she stayed. Some generations had passed and little had
they known a part of the human race was in that family line's blood, but
they were always considered Moon Elves.
For hundreds of years they had enjoyed relative peace with the occassional
scrimage against ogres or goblins and, less often, fire giants. There came
a day, years after Tyriam had been born, a dragon had come to their secluded
village deep in the forest. As any story with an angered dragon, the beast
flew in breathing hellfire then, just as quickly, disappeared. Shortly
after, it had reappeared in its original spot to conduct the same attack.
Tyriam had noticed a small creature chanting and quickly realized it was no
ordinary dragon, but one created by an Illusionist. Tyriam had charged the
creature, only to suddenly lose his sense of direction, but continued in
hopes to find this small creature again. However, when his senses came to,
he found his village burned, some tracks leading away and a note on the
ground that read "Come find me an free your Moon Elves." So Tyriam, angered
and determined, set off to find them.
Tyriam's History
Many years ago, a man Tyran was leading a small force to repel yet
another goblin attack when he happened across a lovely elven woman in the
Mocker's Tavern while resting and having a drink. He was bedazzled by her
and she very easily took notice. Tyran was not known for his subtlety, but
his strength in combat was well known and his leadership was well enough to
lead small forces. Limara was like nothing he had ever seen before, with
her slightly blue skin and pure white eyes. With a couple of drinks in him,
he introduced himself and the two seemed as if they were made for each
other. Despite what her kind and her family had to say, she left them to be
with Tyran and was exiled because of it. Tyran and Limara had a daughter
together that looked so much a Moon Elf that she was indistinguishable from
any other. Eventually, she ventured back into the good graces of the Moon
Elf family and there she stayed. Some generations had passed and little had
they known a part of the human race was in that family line's blood, but
they were always considered Moon Elves.
For hundreds of years they had enjoyed relative peace with the occassional
scrimmage against ogres or goblins or, less often, fire giants. There came
a day, years after Tyriam had been born, a dragon had come to their secluded
village deep in the forest. As any story with an angered dragon, the beast
flew in breathing hellfire then, just as quickly, disappeared. Shortly
after, it had reappeared in its original place to conduct the same attack.
Tyriam had noticed a small creature chanting and quickly realized it was no
ordinary dragon, but one created by an Illusionist. Tyriam had charged the
creature, only to suddenly lose his sense of direction, but continued his
charge in hopes to find the small creature again. However, when his senses
came to, he found his village burned, some tracks leading away and a note on
the ground that read "Come find me and free your Moon Elves." So Tyriam,
angered and determined, set off to find them.
Description:
Standing nearly the same height of an average human, Tyriam is rather slender, his arms nearly the same girth of his wrists. His shoulders are squared and his body narrows towards his waist, which then nearly create a straight line down the rest of his body. His skin has a slight blue tint to it, his eyes pure white. His hair is of a dark blue that is nearly black with a white strand on the left side and is cut to his shoulders. His hands are long and slightly veiny, his fingernails are long and pointed, some marks on his palms indicating those nails dig into his hands when he grips a weapon or shield.