Player Name: Darkpoet
Character Name: Vinas Rayne
Character Species: Elf
Physical Description (should include height): 5 ft tall, long black hair, green eyes, 130 lbs. 120 years old
Special Abilities (be reasonable ): Basic Divine Magic, proficient with spiked chains
List three Skills (blacksmithing, gambling, agriculture, tracking, brewing, survival, etc.): Bluff, diplomacy, and disguise
Character Background (include the MOST EVIL thing your character has ever done):
All elves in the small elven city of Palanhiril sing praise for the moon from early on in their lives. The distant lady, for which the city was named, watches over them, a guardian for when the shadows threaten to overtake the land, and the sun is not there to light the way. Vinas Rayne was born in the evening, within the citadel of the moon; a honor given to all children born during the moon’s reign. Vinas’ birth was special because that particular evening was a full moon, and all children born under the light of the full moon within the city of Palanhiril are said to be blessed by their Distant Lady, destined to become clerics in Her name.
Vinas heard a calling one night in the woods, but it was not the much sought calling of his people. After suffering a broken ankle, Her whisper spoke to him of reveling in the pain, and then reveling again in the relief from it. This mysterious voice came with healing, allowing him to return. She did not speak to him much after that, only the faintest of urgings every now and then, but Vinas made a prayer to the mysterious voice every night, and slowly discovered she had bestowed him with the power of magic. He kept a record of all his prayers, and of all his divine communication, as well as all the wounds and injuries he suffered. He thought of them as marks of his faith for Her. Unlike his kin, he never heard the voice of the Distant Lady, and believed she forsake him from his birth.
It was not until the eve of his 115th birthday, when he would become an adult, that his patron gave him more than simple whispers. He had lived through his adolescence, pretending that he heard the sighing trees at night, and the gentle urgings of the city’s Goddess. He had developed healing magic as he had been expected to, allowing him to disguise the source of his power. Allia, Vinas’ mother discovered his journal, and confronted him on it. She told him that this would only lead him to darkness, that his substituted patron was evil. That night, she spoke to him, telling him that they would cast him away if he did not turn away from Her. Vinas loathed the idea…the loneliness he would feel without her. She told him how to escape so that the elven trackers would not be able to hunt him. He needed to distract his kin…do something that would attract the city’s attention so that he could slip away.
He chose midnight, at the very moment he became an adult, he began his own exile. Luckily, he was to be preparing for the night of revelry and celebration that accompanied the venture into adulthood. He was expected to meditate, while the rest of the elves prepared a feast in his honor, where he would have been welcomed as a cleric of the Distant Lady. He gathered torches, and chose three buildings to maximize his effect, two houses, and the city’s largest temple, where much of the town was gathering. That night was the first time he could hear the trees, the grass, even the smallest flowers…but they offered no soothing whispers to him. No, they were screaming.
Vinas has spent the rest of the time as a traveller, trying to put as much distance between he and his home as possible. When he comes through cities or towns, he often keeps his elven features disguised, in case any of his kin coming looking for him.