Arenthil

Information

Player: Tyr

Character Full Name: Arenthil Elvi'anei

Character In-Game Name: Arenthil

Nickname(s): Aren

Association(s): Silvermoon, the House of Elvi'anei

Race: Blood Elf

Class: Archer (Hunter)

Age: 119

Sex: Male

Hair: Blonde

Eyes: Glowing green

Weight: 80 kg

Height: 1,90 m

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Appearance

Leather armor, or sometimes mail.

Personality

Arenthil is a more quiet, calculating person than other Blood Elves. He's still got that rude, selfishness, though. He's friendly with most, but when he starts making bad jokes, enemies can be made.

His friends and family are treated with respect and love. As they deserve. But his enemies will suffer many angry glances, spits and sometimes bad jokes.

History

Arenthil was born in Quel'thalas, 119 years ago. His father was a spellcaster, working in the High Elven army, and studying magic in his spare time. His mother was an archer, also working in the army, but she actually had the time to take care of Arenthil. This resulted in him not bonding too good with his father, which would affect him in his entire life.

Arenthil's early life was not very filled with major events. Being much closer to his mother, he was soon trained with the bow. He was still young though, but he enjoyed it. After some years, his father grew jealous of the mother's influence on his son. So, he taught him some basics of magic, and how to enhance arrows magically to become more deadly. Arenthil still had a better bond with his mother though.

When Arenthil started to learn how to use magic effectively, his father thought it was useless. His mother had already learned him alot about the uses of the bow, so his father didn't think magic would be put into good use. So, he more or less abandoned the small time he used to spend with his son.

Growing up without a father to support him proved to be a negative thing in Arenthil's life. He became cocky and impolite. But, he would much later on learn that this was not the way to live in the world. Not his way.

Life went by as it should have done. After he reached a certain age, he was sent to live with a friend of the family. A ranger. Here he would be able to train further in the arts of the bow, and the family would be proud of him one day, they thought.

But what no-one knew, was that Arenthil's life had been saved through the move. Much later, when the Scourge attacked, Arenthil was still living in the small cabin out in the woods. When Silvermoon got crushed, Arenthil wasn't there. He had the advantage out in the woods with his friend, the ranger, who had now become like a father's figure in Arenthil's eyes. They tried to help out as much as they could against the undead hordes, but eventually, the resistance would be crushed. Including the ranger. Arenthil hadn't felt this kind of pain before. The pain of loosing someone special. But, he did what he could in the situation: flee.

And flee he did. He ended up in dwarven lands, where he would stay for some lesser time. His thirst for something besides water had changed his character to hot-headed and almost insane. So, he eventually travelled back the long way to quel'thalas, which was now in friendly hands once again.

He's now continued his practise with the bow. After finding out that his mother and father both had been killed or disappeared in the attack, he didn't have to grief for very long. He joined up with the House of Elvi'anei, where he would once more feel the warmth of a family.