Celebnir Undotar

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Name: Celebnir Undotaur
Age: 125
Race: Elf
Occupation: Metal-smith....sort of
Allegiance: None, he's mad.
Physical Description: Oh, how to describe this one. He's got a lithe build, tall and lean, with coiled muscles just under the surface of his skin like a cat's. His hair is a silvery blonde, and his eyes seem always to be in shadow, like hollows as though he's a skeleton. His hair color changes quite often, as in his 'profession' he's always trying to come up with new ways to change the color of the metal and such and unfortunatly, sometimes it has an..unwanted reaction. He's got pale skin, like ivory, that never darkens even when he's walked in the Hadarac for weeks at a time.He has green/hazel eyes that are half unfocused most of the time. By half unfocused, I mean that one pupil is dialated while the other isn't. His voice, if you ever hear it, is rather magical. It's sultry, teasing, and sweet. Completely mad, just like him.
Personality: Now just to figure out his personality. He loves music, all sorts of instruments and he adores singing. His singing voice is very....odd. It's like he's talking in a musical way. The songs he sings are twisted, the lyrics taking his mind and twisting it further. He loves going into the forest and getting herbs and things and figuring out ways to mix them to make them do curious things. Like ways to dye ones skin without using magic. However, he tends to test them on himself, and has turned his hair a flaming red or a cobalt blue on more than one occasion.He's very creative, and has a personality that's rather flamboyant...if you could ever look past the fact that everyone thinks he's mad as a hatter. He'll often sit in the forest for hours at a time and speak to the animals that tend to gather around him like he's one of them. His clothing is often outlandish; all in black at times, other times he looks like a peacock dressed in a rainbow. He's definitly a unique person. His social skills are rather...lacking. He prefers not to speak, but he knows how. Just don't be alarmed if he bursts into giggles at the most inappropriate times. He knows all the ettiquete of this forest, but he avoids interaction if at all possible. He keeps away from politics if possible, only taking part in them if absolutely necessary.
History: The history of young Celebnir. He was born in the late spring to elven nobility. He was a shock for his parents, after all, he was born with a shock of silvery white hair and bright and overly intelligent eyes. They were almost adult, with the way they bored into them. As he grew up, his parents and many of his teachers grew concerned. For one so young, he had a surprising grasp of the Ancient Language..but the most disconcerting thing about him was that they could not hear his mind, not even as an infant. His mother worried about that often, as she didn't want the Riders to shun him. She was afraid that because he was a silent child and because he was so strange and you couldn't hear his mind that they would send him back and refuse to train him. His silent mind would have a greater role to play in his future. It wasn't that it was completely silent....just empty and the thoughts that did come from his mind were so incoherent that most thought it was just a rabid animal somewhere in the forest. Celebnir learned how to guard his mind rather quickly. Celebnir made it through his training easily though, even though he was teased and bullied by the other children.

The Riders were confused by him however. Their dragons would watch him during lessons, a wary eye confused but amused by him. His mind would accept theirs whenever they reached out to his out of curiosity. It seems even the dragons were curious as to the little white haired elf boy and his mind's secrets. Some would recoil in shock whenever they touched his consciousness, others would immerse themselves in it, amazed by how it was. It was a mind that was ancient, strange and frightning. For one so young, it was a wonder he didn't go mad from all the information he collected just by listening and seeing and gathering. But it seemed that he did go mad, to most anyway. Most thought him a crazy child, one to be avoided, like madness was a disease. But he was a brilliant student, only having to be told once before he completely grasped the concept of it. They taught him all sorts of magic and how to properly wield a sword.

Celebnir wasn't always trusted by his mentors, but they tolerated him as best they could. He wasn't the top of his class, nor was he the perfect student. He was...himself. He finished his schooling and left Illera. He would have been happy to be a recluse, and his father was more than happy to help him with that. His father had never liked Celebnir and sent him to live with an old elf woman who drilled the etiquette into his mind like a woodpecker drills into wood. He stayed with the old woman until she was satisfied he could hold his own among the courts....that is if he ever left the forest or his home again.

He went to court only once, since his birth and he didn't stay long. Many among the court regarded the white haired, dark eyed youth with guarded eyes. They found the young, white haired elf disconcerting and strange. His silent gaze and the way he seemed to look straight through them. Like they didn't exist.. Many avoided him, only speaking to him if necessary. The only time people could enjoy being around him was when he would craft out of metal. Sometimes he would make a little ring that looked like a snake, coiled and ready to strike. Other times things like little octopi, or other little figurines that he would sometimes give to children to play with. He wasn't a master at it by any means, but he was rather good at it. The mind in this one is often strange. You'll never know where you'll see him next in this small world.

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