Xihavaov The Exiled

Xihavaov The Exiled:

Character Name: Xihavaov
Race: Dark Elf
Gender: Male
Age: 147

Description: Xihavaov, hides him self with an rough appearance, hiding his Ears, in his long hair, the Common folk, mistake him for an "down, on his luck Solider", but under his Rags, is an Finely Polished suit of Elven Armor.
Key Traits: Parkour, Expert at Hand-to-Hand, and Elven Swords. Not so easy to anger. a Very Elven Accent.

Biography: Born, like every Dark elf, on the City of Zaracas, and City constructed, on the Outer Edge of the Dark Forest, since every one fears the Dark Elf's. No one ever found the Giant City. Working as an Slave boy for most of his Time in Zaracas. He was finally Recuited in the Army, under an Draft.

This would be Xihavaov's, big brake, no longer under the rule of his "Deviant" owner, he was free, abit under the control of the Military. But he was freer than he was before. Trained over the next 50 years, in Elven Art, ranging from the Bow, to the Throwing Knifes. He was adept in every weapon he was trained in, but his true talent lay in the 'Zaever', And uncommon Sword, used back in the day of when the Elf clans were still united and there were no such thing as "Dark Elfs"

But, this weapon was an Training weapon, it would be dishonorable to use it. Either way, he graduated many years later, by the time he was 63, He finally got into the army, only as an Private thou.

By the time he was 130, he was an High Captain in the Seventh Army, which numbered as roughly Twenty-Five-Thousand, his rank entitled him to command, One-Thousand of them in to battle. It also entitling him to a seat, in the Armies Council.

With his Seat, also gave him Information. Like Invasion plans. He'd never seen an Normal Elf in his life, and never believed the lies his Parents & other told him about them. So when he got information, of the Invasion of "Light" Elven Land. He would betray, everyone & everything he believed in.

Stealing the Invasion plans, in the dead of Night, then riding of to unknown Lands. He road & road for days apon end. He was practicably dead, by the time he'd reached the Elf's. If it wasn't for there Outposts commanders kindness, he would of dead.

After recovering, he met with the Highest, elf he was aloud meet with. A Low-Elder. Telling him of the Intentions, locations, of the Dark Elf Army to him. He was pardoned by the Elven Elders, and his status as an Dark Elf, was revoked. (In other words, Dark Elfs have a Curse which makes there skin Gray, which makes them sound out, and that was just removed)

With his even greater Freedom, he acquired an 'Zeaver' Sword from an Elven Blacksmith, an Horse, and some Coin, and set of to wonder the world, as an Free Elf.

Instead of his hope for Freedom, and tranquility, he was hunted by Dark Elf, They wanted him dead for ruining, the plans for Invasion...and allowing the Light Elfs to counter-invade the Darklands. (an War, only Elfs know about).

He tired to get farther away from the Dark Forests, but then they'd just hire Mercenaries. Xihavaov Didn't even know if he'd slept at all, in the past 13 years, it wasn't an Luxury he could afford.

In a NutShell: Xihavaov is an Runaway Dark Elf Solider, who is now...Normal. He Is homeless, and wanders around, trying to avoid Civilization, unless needs to, usually hunting for his own food.

If i had to compare him to anyone..I'd say Ronan From SG:A.

I kinda rush made this...so...yeah.

Do I have to revise this or something?

I haven't read it yet. My day off is tomorrow Frig, I have a lot of shit to catch up on tomorrow. This is what I get for having a day off once every 7 days...

So......

Hi

Whats Up?

Other than that Big Blue/Dark Blue Thing

You live under a tarpaulin?

Not entirely sure, how you came to that Conclusion.

But something like that, yes.

Approved!