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Name: Feleris Valinar
Age: ~28
Gender: Male
Bio: Elves have been known by many throughout history, yet few have claimed to even know one as who they are. Facts spread out as fast as rumors and even the truth becomes twisted by the tongues of the living.

For most, they shun them for what they see them as: outsiders, strangers, queer-folk, monsters... Even those who claim to have been in contact with them have little to prove their word. It was just like listening to ghost stories told for children to scare them to sleep, or tales told by bards for a free drink or an audience.

A ghost is just what our fellow might be.

Born amongst his kind in the tranquil glades untouched by the hands of men for decades, he was raised and educated by those who wandered the land in the guise of mortals. The stories they told of the outer lands piqued his interest: tales of cities stretching towards the heavens, built of material harder than stone yet lighter than a feather; tales of vast armies that clashed against each other in the name of good and evil. Of the dreams and desires of the little man, dwarfed by his brethren in their cause, all different yet all alike in the same. Of how the world was slowly drifting into the final slumber due to the ever-growing needs of its inhabitants. And lastly, of the Source.

Only when he reached the coming of age (which was long compared to humans as they lived in a place not known to man and unsullied by their problems) did he learn of the Source. An elder returning from one of the human cities was joyfully expressing its story by word and song. Its reputation and mystique brought about something in him -- passion or greed, he did not know. What he (and all the others around) him did know was that it held the power to turn the tide of time itself, to sway even the choices of the gods. The only way to claim it was to abandon his home and turn his fate to the hand of Life itself.

And that was what he did. In joining the ranks of the Sylvan Rangers, he had the chance to learn more about this strange entity, if it were to be called so. His years in the wilderness and amongst humans and other folk have taught him valuable lessons needed for his quest as well as common sense, a treasure many often overlook. Going by the alias of Fel, he enjoyed his stay in the outer lands, amongst beings not of his kind. But his presence left tracks, even if his reputation as a whole could protect him from the mundane, it could also attract those who cherished a rare trophy to call their own, one that they could boast about for years -- mostly adventurers, bounty hunters, nobles, drunks and wizards and the like. The only thing he believed was on his side, was his own mind, body and spirit, for they have been true and loyal allies throughout his life. On occasion, even the most unexpected of creatures gave him aid in tough times, and he thanked the goddess for watching over him.

For whatever reasons he has if he will gain the power of the Source is only his to know, but in spite of it all, the world must remain in balance.

Physical: Lithe of body and curious in mind, Feleris dons a dark-green cloak similar to the type Rangers use in their daily lives, made to withstand harsh weather and even physical damage with a black trim along the edges. His skin is colored light brown, his eyes an even darker shade. Blackish hair falls until shoulder length as his hood is pulled down, revealing a young face roughly shaped as a V, not bearing the marks of an experienced being but a youngster in his prime. He stands at about 5 and a half feet tall.

Other than the seemingly weak leather tunic (made for agility and mobility, stealth and evasion) and other accessories, strapped to his belt are a couple of long daggers, used as an everyday tool or as a primary fighting weapon, a distraction for those too curious maybe? He wields a longbow bearing no mark in his right hand and a matching quiver hanging by his side.
Race: Sylvan Elf
Class: Ranger

Stats
Mobility: 1
Reflexes: 2
Power: 1
Intelligence: 1