Elondrin, Sylvanus / The Forest Dweller

Sylvanus Elondrin,

And she tempers my mind

Some say that there is one key aspect that centers every person, and essentially makes them an entity. It's their purpose and motivation that drives their successes, and Sylvanus has an impetus that is all his own. His devotion to Arithelia encompasses a vast majority of both Sylvanus' past and current endeavors. Everything he's ever taken action upon has relied on his faith in his goddess. It has reinforced his belief in communion with spirits as well as the nurturing of life, whether it be human or magi. His sympathy and morality entwined far outweigh any desire he may have to take vengeance against the humans that had committed such horrific mass death. This however does not justify standing idle as his people are persecuted, being why he won't start conflict but he will certainly resolve it. He'd rather make sacrifices for another than disgrace his goddess by turning into a petty coward, and because of this: he's undoubtedly a loyal companion. Finally, his value for nature is great and it has encouraged him to remain outside as often as possible. That is where he belongs as an Earth Magic, and it is where he will stay until forced.

Sylvanus is best (and often) described as a tanned, stoic behemoth. His visual appearance can intimidate most, especially given that he's around 250 lbs with a lofty height of 6'3 ft. For his dimensions, Sylvanus appears to be surprisingly stocky along the shoulders before slimming down significantly the rest of the way down his frame. To emphasize this height advantage, Sylvanus tends to keep a straight posture with imperturbable rigidity. The lack of expression that the Magi usually conveys is somewhat off-putting at first, but more than likely he can be found with a smile on his face at one point or another. When he's in a happier mood in particular, the scars along his cheek and across his face seem to soften considerably. A notable difference paired with the soft-burn that can be discovered within the amber orbs that settle just below his pitch-black hairline.These are most of his humane attributes, but what lies underneath his attire tells a more interesting tale. Two small horns can be found jutted just past his blackened locks on the top of his forehead and a rather well concealed array of spikes are hidden just along his spine. His thinned nose and well kept strands are the only other notable features he has to offer physically, when not referencing his choice of clothing.

When it comes to what he wears, Sylvanus tends to go for practicality or comfort over fashion. He doesn't do much to make himself extremely presentable but he at the very least keeps himself well groomed. He has no jewelry or other adornments besides the weapons that he keeps along his back and sides. Within his array of useful tools, Sylvanus tends to carry a worn hatchet and a large variety of plain daggers. Clothing tends to consist of darker colors, albeit he will occasionally spring for something lighter if the occasion calls for it. Open-aired wardrobes and sandals usually pan out as his most common wardrobe choice, but light armor plates may appear in special circumstance.


Loose-fitting clothing tends to be preferable for the male, considering he rarely leaves the forest unless absolutely necessary. So he likes to feel comfortable when padding through the trees, and will go so far as to walk the forest-floor barefoot. It isn't uncommon to see him robes or a garment of a darker tinge. Blacks and greens are his favorite color, and therefore he wears them most often. He does very little work besides traveling the woods and occasionally other parts of the world. His clothing style won' necessarily change unless he needs to disguise himself. In which case he'll use hooded robes for added concealment, albeit a bit suspicious as they may look.

Parents
Mother: Mari Elondrin (Living in the Bojmir Mountains)
Father: Daevar Elondrin (Living in the Bojmir Mountains)

Siblings
Brother/Sister: N/A

Extended Family
Most Deceased


There were certain, inalienable privileges that arose when one spent every waking moment in a place unbeknownst to the rest of the world. The long term benefits, for the widest stretch of time were even unknown to those that took up residence in the vast Bojmir mountain range. Mari and Daevar Elondrin were one such Magi couple, whom for betterment of their faith had struck out into the wilderness. To do so, they had forsaken what ties they'd had with the rest of Ethea to live among nature instead of conforming to the sprawling cityscapes that could be found elsewhere. They'd not even a cabin to call their own, but slept among the branches of trees and the depths of caves. For years they bettered their connection with the earth, growing more and more attuned with the environment they'd come to know so well. Without need for sustenance, the Earth Magi were well along their way in connecting with the olden ways they'd so desired.

However after a few dozen years, word spread of relocation camps being established throughout the region. Magi were being hunted for their unique ability, and retained as freaks until the world was ready to accept them. This new knowledge inspired a more intensive seclusion into the winding valleys that etched the mountains, and their lack of contact only grew more evasive as years passed. In their isolation however, Mari and Daevar fostered a child that they could share their belief with. He would be the continuity they needed to continue the traditions that were now considered obsolete. Major problems arose however, as the boy's first few years of life required a sustainable food source. Not ready to harness the sun's rays, the newly born Sylvanus required substance. Anything that could fuel his young, soon to be imaginative mind. What plants that would bear fruit for Mari shared generously in their wealth of product. In fact, various plants would come to be the staple of Sylvanus' adolescence and even most of his adult life.

As he grew, he'd been entirely sheltered from the bizarre, horrific happenings that occurred outside the mountains' borders. The Magi were suffering at an intolerable rate, and yet Sylvanus was able to lead such a childhood without persecution. This sort of environment promoted an innate love of nature in Sylvanus as well, but more importantly it shaped his perception of the world. Easily, he could have fallen into the hapless cycle of resentment toward humanity, but it opened his eyes to more when he had experienced freedom for himself. Never had he known enslavement, and for a dozen years, he merely learned and lived. Taught to praise Arithelia, and make offerings when he could. Life was simple for Sylvanus, and overall he was contented with his place in the world. It wasn't until his parents had removed the rosy tint from his eyes, that he was able to understand what really was happening. They'd told him of the relocation, and of the genocide they'd discovered many, many years later. Sylvanus was nearing human adulthood at the time, and in this time of confusion, he sought the only thing he believed could make things better. Arithelia was his guidance, and every day he'd pray to her in hopes that she would answer his calls for his people. Unfortunately, very little seemed to come, and after awhile Sylvanus chose to leave his home. To discover the world for himself, and discern what was really going on. He was twenty at the time, and over four years he has come to see what has happened to his people. His parents did not follow in his journey, and he decided he'd rather not visit them until he could assure the world was a better place when he returned to them.

It was a silent promise he'd made to Arithelia, and he planned on keeping it. His discovery of Haven lead to quick settlement, and what days he wasn't in the town he spent wandering the forests. He knew an answer would not come this way, but he was merely preparing for his true quest. One that would not begin, until he was thoroughly prepared. For now he keeps to himself among the Arecia woods, occasionally coming into Haven for any odd or end he might need fulfilled. The best words to describe him currently would be: Forest Dweller. For he does very little, besides pray and simply live. Soon perhaps, his real journey will begin...and he will become something more.

- Earth I: You are able to geokinetically animate 500 lbs (reference) of earth one time. And when I say earth, I mean anything the earth has birthed naturally. Rocks, sand, dirt, etc. The material must be of 100% natural to be animated. For instance, metals cannot be at this stage.

- Photosynthesis: By allowing the sun's rays to dance upon your skin, or a UV light of some kind, physical food is optional. Your body will produce its own sustenance through photosynthesis.

- Throwing I: Can accomplish fundamental and basic feats with weapon.
Examples: Boomerang, Knives, Shuriken, etc

Specialized projectiles now unlocked:
Downer: The tip will inject the target with a Downer once purchased




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