Theodan

Created by Swiftstryker

Name :

Theodan / "Theo" Laestra

Species:

Elf - Exact Lineage Unknown

Gender:

Male

Age:

14

Appearance:

Unlike most High Elves, Theodan possesses scarlet-red eyes, a paler skin tone than most of his race (often to a point where he is nicknamed "A Walking Bastard", given his fatherless status) and jet-black hair. Despite his meat-based diet, he still has the signature wiry build of most Elves. He has a veritably short stature, standing only at a mere 5'4". His lean build only provides him about just over 100 lb.

Personality:

A rough-around-the-edges type of a child, he is found to be a little cold and detached from most people. In reality, though, he tends to warm up rather quickly to people.

Physical Abilities:

He is very fast, capable of dodging larger (think car-sized) objects faster than the speed of sound. For some odd reason, his body will readily accept and absorb any kind of animal flesh, be it elven, human, troll, and so forth. When Theodan consumes flesh, the absorbed tissue is converted into all sorts of boons for him, such as a boost in energy, and so forth. He is a Weaponsmaster, meaning he is able to use all types of weapons with little to no training. However, he cannot use complex technology without aid, save for handheld tools.

Other Abilities:

Theodan also can perform some very minor healing magic. However, his choice to eat flesh has warranted him an unfriendly reputation with nature, and as such he has lost his touch with Nature magic. It doesn't mean he has access to something else, something much darker...

This darker magic runs on the power of the flesh he eats, and so he must consume blood or meat in order to use it.

Possessions:

Theodan wears a gray robe, and wields an Ironwood Staff as a symbol of his exile. Additionally, he has  lembas, a unique Elven bread that restores wounds, fills up the stomach, and lifts up the spirit. He carries with him not an elven sword, but an ancient blade of unknown origins. That blade has been lost to time now; it's whereabouts are unknown.

Ever since trading the blade off, he now owns an enchanted bone-karambit, practically indestructible by physical means.

Story Hooks:

Rumors about this elf have been circulating throughout his world. Perhaps you know of his infamy as a [Flesh Eater]? Perhaps he has done a certain wrong to you, however unintentional? Or do you seek a friend, albeit a dangerous one? He's also the gardener of the Tavern, dedicating all his plants to the patrons. Perhaps you need his services? Or do you want to be of service?