Post by Joshua on Jun 29, 2013 1:21:43 GMT -5
Name: Malenwryn Galahath
Age: 280
Race: Elf
Allegiance: The Riders
Physical Description:
Personality:
History:
Age: 280
Race: Elf
Allegiance: The Riders
Physical Description:
Malenwryn appears as a typical elf, standing at about 6'5", slender, and only about 170 pounds. White-blonde locks of slightly wavy hair reach his mid-back, though this is usually tucked in his cloak or held back by a strip of leather. His eyes are ever-so-slightly slanted and possess a bright golden hue.
His clothes are nothing special, but neither are they rags. He generally prefers elvish robes over trousers and shirts, though is not above wearing them if the occasion calls for it. His mannerisms are characterized by his personality with ample amounts of hawk-like stares, note taking, and the occasional reading of books mid-conversation being evident. He does have a few items of jewelry, all of which contain at least one gem-like stone, the most noticeable being a silver ring in the shape of a dragon which sits on the middle finger of his right hand. He is never without this ring.
Personality:
On first glance, one might describe Malenwryn as impersonal, curmudgeonly, or even downright rude; however, only one is the case, and then only sometimes. He truly is rather bookish, reading as much as he can gets his hands on and writing when he isn't either reading, studying, or practicing something else. It is when he is intimately involved with some sort of project or experiment that that his more disagreeable and surly side comes out, ousting anyone who would cause him pause or interruption, though he is prone to bouts of sarcasm.
It is from this desire to learn that his fascination with humans comes. He does not loathe or despise them as many of the other elves do, in fact on some level, he actually applauds them... though he still considers himself their better and to be much more learned than they are. He finds a certain thrill in observing them much like an anomaly of some sort, their resilience and customs being so foreign to anything that he is used to that they are simply begging to be studied. He is also rather secretive when it comes to this aspect, as it is rather controversial, and even taboo in places.
He is rather resentful when it comes to his homeland, as he didn't truly want to leave it, but his being a sympathizer with the Riders definitely put him at odds with many of his fellow elves. And while he does not fully identify with either group, he sides with the riders because he believes his fellows foolish to go to war over something so trivial as having to welcome the human race into their 'club'. After all, it wasn't like the beastly Urgals were added into the pact with the dragons...
Malenwryn, like many of his kin, can be elusive with his speech, neither telling truths or falsehoods at times, rather only what he wants one to hear. He is also quite stubborn with almost everything, refusing to back down unless his life depends on it, even if he knows deep down he is actually wrong. He is extremely crafty and resourceful, always looking for new ways in which to weave the ancient words into something new and fantastic, though he does exercise caution as he does not want to become locked into feeding a spell with no end. He does not revel in war, but neither does he revel in the thought of dying, so he practices with both sword and spell regularly.
History:
Malenwryn was born nearly two hundred years before man ever walked the face of Alagaësia, and during the years before men, he studied history, magic, and the arts in Ellesmere according to the wishes of his parents. It was in this time that he gained his love for learning. At first it was grudgingly that he made progress, but during his time in Ilirea, his eyes were opened to the wonders that came with knowledge - as well as the respect - and he quickly changed his attitude and applied himself fully. He became obsessed with broadening his mind by his two-hundred and fifth year, he was appointed as Lorekeeper of the Royal Court.Roleplaying Sample:
With his position as Lorekeeper, he was granted access to the entire royal library, in which he found both great joy and solace. It was here that he first began reading about reports about the humans which had begun to appear in Alagaësia; though these reports were years old by the time he read them, and they were what sparked his curiosity... and perhaps his imminent fall from royal grace. It was also during his time in the capital repository that he began reading of other cultures and races, information that was in some cases clouded or even kept from other elves entirely!
Fifty years after accepting his position and amidst the conflict known as the Blue Divide, he created his first submission, though it was received negatively for the most part. It appeared that he was much too liberal in his views, as not only did he fail to deem humans barbaric fiends, but he also noted a few redeeming qualities that they displayed. This led to his being more careful and guarded about his research lest he draw even more unwanted... attention. After that, he stuck to things that were more politically acceptable, though he did not give up his research...
Even after the Divide, he could feel he was being watched, and during the time in which Eragon began working to have humans added to the pact between the dragons and elves, Malenwryn too made another mistake by not agreeing with the rest of the court. He honestly saw no reason to oppose the addition! Especially not if the dragons were willing! Such a union could possibly even bring peace if his fellows could but swallow their own pride and attempt it! With this final, and apparently grievous sin, an attempt was to be made on his life. Fortunately, a colleague who had caught wind of it warned him in time to make his escape and later, toss his lot in with the Riders...
Rowan's face remained unchanged, his flinching occurring on the inside rather than the out. Anna's words often hurt, more than she had ever seemed to realize. What Rowan couldn't figure out was whether they had hurt him more when the other supposedly loved him, or now when they were at least trying to be friendly with each other after their breakup. However, despite the pain her words caused, Rowan couldn't help but be relieved to see the other. He couldn't give nearly two years of his life to someone and feel nothing afterward, and while their bond was no longer of a strictly romantic nature... there was a bond, a familiarity, and a friendship.
"I'd much rather you be bitten by insects than the cold steel of an athame, Anna. Witches have been going missing left and right; I am just glad to see you are safe." He said, his shyness giving way to more serious and caring tone. Sometimes Anna was - in Rowan's opinion - too nonchalant about things, and it was at these times that Rowan was forced out of his bubble... something that he both hated and admired about the other. It was definitely good for Rowan in the long run, but in the short? He'd rather Anna just act like things actually mattered once in a while.
He sighed as his question was avoided and posed right back at him; though, he couldn't stop the small grin that tugged at the corner of his mouth. She had always been able to tell the difference between natural weather and that which Rowan had caused, which was something Rowan didn't understand so he just chalked it up to her being part of that mystically neutral 'Fold' that she always touted being part of. Now realizing that he was affecting the weather, he closed his eyes for a moment and dispelled the clouds he had brought, the shining summer sun once again gracing them with its presence.
"Well, since I don't like to be here, and YOU don't like to be here, I think it is probably safe to say we are here for the same, if not, similar reasons..." he said, a wee bit of snark that he had picked up from his time with Anna in his voice. "Some thrice-damned creature kidnapped Marli and I intend to get her back! This is the largest gathering of witches in the city, so there is bound to be at least one who can help me find her." Rowan hadn't noticed the fire that had crept into his voice... nor the fact that he had risen several inches into the air until thunder rumbled in the distance and he realized he was looking down at his ex. "Oh, bloody hell!" he hissed as he fell back down and landed on his rear. While he no longer floated away at the drop of a hat, his Levitation had only been present for a week, giving him just enough time to learn how to keep it under control during normal circumstances.
As he rose, an idea struck him. "Wait a minute! Is Teddy with you? He has psychic abilities; maybe he can help! Why didn't I call him before?!" Rowan suddenly gasped, hating that he had been so dense as to not think of such a thing before. Though in reality, it had likely been his subconscious preventing him because he was Anna's roommate and it may have led to him bumping into her... which was stupid since he had become friends with Teddy whilst he and Anna had been dating. He even met him every now and then for drinks and conversation, but he didn't think Teddy had told Anna this... However, he had been wrong before.
"I'd much rather you be bitten by insects than the cold steel of an athame, Anna. Witches have been going missing left and right; I am just glad to see you are safe." He said, his shyness giving way to more serious and caring tone. Sometimes Anna was - in Rowan's opinion - too nonchalant about things, and it was at these times that Rowan was forced out of his bubble... something that he both hated and admired about the other. It was definitely good for Rowan in the long run, but in the short? He'd rather Anna just act like things actually mattered once in a while.
He sighed as his question was avoided and posed right back at him; though, he couldn't stop the small grin that tugged at the corner of his mouth. She had always been able to tell the difference between natural weather and that which Rowan had caused, which was something Rowan didn't understand so he just chalked it up to her being part of that mystically neutral 'Fold' that she always touted being part of. Now realizing that he was affecting the weather, he closed his eyes for a moment and dispelled the clouds he had brought, the shining summer sun once again gracing them with its presence.
"Well, since I don't like to be here, and YOU don't like to be here, I think it is probably safe to say we are here for the same, if not, similar reasons..." he said, a wee bit of snark that he had picked up from his time with Anna in his voice. "Some thrice-damned creature kidnapped Marli and I intend to get her back! This is the largest gathering of witches in the city, so there is bound to be at least one who can help me find her." Rowan hadn't noticed the fire that had crept into his voice... nor the fact that he had risen several inches into the air until thunder rumbled in the distance and he realized he was looking down at his ex. "Oh, bloody hell!" he hissed as he fell back down and landed on his rear. While he no longer floated away at the drop of a hat, his Levitation had only been present for a week, giving him just enough time to learn how to keep it under control during normal circumstances.
As he rose, an idea struck him. "Wait a minute! Is Teddy with you? He has psychic abilities; maybe he can help! Why didn't I call him before?!" Rowan suddenly gasped, hating that he had been so dense as to not think of such a thing before. Though in reality, it had likely been his subconscious preventing him because he was Anna's roommate and it may have led to him bumping into her... which was stupid since he had become friends with Teddy whilst he and Anna had been dating. He even met him every now and then for drinks and conversation, but he didn't think Teddy had told Anna this... However, he had been wrong before.
