MEMBER NAME: Maxx aka The Anal Thread Nazi
CHARACTER NAME: Blackthorn
RACE: Elf
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 4' 11 & 3/4"
WEIGHT: 90 lbs
HAIR COLOR: Black (Greying)
EYE COLOR: Blue
DESCRIPTION:
FAVORED FIGHTING STYLE: Archery
ABILITIES: Accuracy born of 500 years of practice as an archer and bowyer/fletcher
(he prefers cedar shafts with goose feather fletchings, ash wood bows and linen strings)
Tracker/Stealth hunter, although he uses it mostly for tracking things that aren't exactly natural
Herbal alchemist, capable of making potions, poultices and poisons
A growing knowledge of unnatural creatures and how best to kill them. It's far from complete but he has nothing but time.....
HISTORY: It would be fine, they said. There was nothing to worry about, they said. Why wouldn't they believe them? They were the ones in change. They had no reason to lie. Except there was something to worry about. It wasn't fine. People were dying. Something had come to the Everglades and that something was destroying everything. It wasn't just killing the people, it was killing the trees. It's touch brought blight and pestilence.
And still those who were in change did nothing. They continued to do nothing while the people who trusted them to protect them died. And by the time they decided to act, there was no one left to save. The Everglades were gone and only one elf remained. He was half crazed when they found him, cutting his last remaining arrows out of the corpses of the things he'd killed. There were dozens of them, as well as thousands of elven corpses, spread all over the newly christened 'Neverglades', a testament to the desperate pitched battle that the elves had fought. He was the only survivor.
He asked them 'Why?'. They couldn't answer. So they died, like his people had died. They died alone. They died surrounded by guards. When all of them were dead, he went hunting other monsters, as well as the complacent leaders who allow them to rampage unchecked. He's been doing it for over a decade.
It is rare to see Blackthorn smile and laughed is unheard of, save for a mocking laugh. He knows he is the last of his people. They will eventually fade into legend but he wants the monsters to fade with them, so that if the elves are forgotten, so too will be the monsters that killed them.
NOTES:Prefers to dress in red
