Je suppose que l'ancien elfe est moi, dis-moi si j'ai tort.
C'était toujours amusant de faire semblant d'être vieux pour Beivan, il portait un long manteau gris qui couvrait la plupart de son corps et quelques shorts sous lui, il se tapait et tenait un quart de personnel avec les deux mains, l'utilisant comme un bâton de marche surdimensionné, à la foule qu'il semblait être un vieux pet fragile, alors qu'en réalité il est probable qu'il pourrait battre au moins 50% des gens devant lui, cela a été fait pour faire que les gens le sous-estiment, les ennemis étaient partout et personne ne s'attend à ce qu'un vieil homme te batte la merde.
Il était triste de la grande quantité d'humains dans le groupe, mais a caché cette émotion à la foule, il a senti un feu brûler sa chair chaque fois qu'il voyait un humain, ces choses pathétiques qui gouvernaient sa terre, sa maison, tous les humains ont prétendu qu'ils étaient spéciaux, quand en réalité pour lui ils étaient des démons, il n'était pas juste que les mêmes personnes qui ont tué ses parents vivraient 20 ans quand ses parents auraient vécu 200.
Mais Beivan devait compter sur ce qu'il détestait le plus. Il savait que sa quête serait entravée par eux car il ne serait pas en mesure de leur dire ce que l'Artefact fait vraiment, la légende a dit que si la Sphère de Bronze s'ouvrait, il libérerait une grande inondation qui noierait tous les humains et rapporterait le bon vieux temps quand Ulna Themar était gouvernée par Elfes.
Cependant, toute sa vie avait mené à ce moment, s'il ne trouvait pas quelqu'un qui se joindra à lui, sa quête finirait certainement par sa mort, et 400 ans d'efforts glisseraient dans le drain.
Character NameBeivan Bevolo
Class & Level Monk 3
Race High Elf
Background Acolyte
Alignment Neutral
Experience Points 900
Abilities & Modifiers
Strength: 10
Dexterity: 20
Constitution: 15
Intelligence: 9
Wisdom: 16
Charisma: 13
NOTE: I didn't fill in all the skills for this, I only filled in the ones I am Proficient in Or added skills too, all Proficient skills have are bracketed).
Skills
(Acrobatics:) +9
Animal Handling: 4
Arcana: 0
Athletics: 1
Deception: 3
History:
(Insight:) +8
Intimidation: 3
Investigation:
Medicine: +5
Nature:
(Perception:) +7
Performance:
Persuasion: 3
(Religion:) +3
Sleight of Hand:
(Stealth:) +9
Survivial:
Armor Class: 18
Hit Point Maximum/Current Hit Points: 23/23
Personality Traits: I oftenly pretend to be old and Senile.
Ideals: I am a religious fanatic
Bonds: I must reclaim a lost artifact in order to restore the ways of the old
Flaws: I am racist towards humans
Features &Traits: Fey Ancestry
Trance
Martial Arts: 1d4 for fists+if you use a Monk Weapon, you punch again
Shelter of the Faithful
Ki save: 13
Flurry of Blows: 2 extra unarmed attacks
Patient Defence: Dodge
Step of the Wind: Dash
Deflect Missles: 1d10+8
Open Hand Technique: Dex or Prone, Str Or 15 Push, No reaction when hit by a Flurry of Blows
Equipment/Money: Quarter Staff
Book of Eteyar
Holy Water
Other Proficiencies & Languages:
Common, Elven, Orc, Draconic
Character Appearance (picture required): 
Age: 550
Height: 5'5
Weight: 150
Eyes: Blue
Skin: Caucasian
Hair: White
Allies & Organizations: The Monks of Eteyar
Character Backstory:Beivan was born before Humans owned Ulna Themar, to a Soldier and a Doctor, he loved his parents very much, life was good, Then the Humans attacked and laid siege to the city hoping to take it over for a reason beyond Beivan, His Father died defending the walls while his Mother died trying to save him, eventually the Human’s won and the head’s of his family and friend’s adorned the walls.
Then to make matter’s worst, his home was taken from him and given to a family of human immigrants, Beivan had nothing else to do but cry in a alley all day and night until his eventual death of starvation, Beivan swore that he would make the human race pay for their crimes in time, no matter how long it would take. Beivan was a patient man.
But one day a Monk named Elanan met him and offered him a home in return that Beivan served the monastery, Beivan agreed and joined the monks, who trained him in the arts of fighting and religion, His family was replaced by his god and his fellow Monks.
But Beivan wanted revenge, he wanted a city free of Humans and restored to it’s former glory, so he asked Elanan how he could do this, Elanan told him about the legendary lost artifact of Eteyar and if it is found, he will likely get his wish, So Beivan became obsessed with it and searched far and wide for it, Centuries passed and he grew older and older, he almost gave up until he found a map to where the artifact could be.
But the Journey would be deadly and he would likely die if he went alone, none of the other monks wanted to help him so he hired the adventurer’s to help him find it.
Treasure: A Map to the artifact
A Tear drop shaped Earing made from tears
Spells Minor Illusion (Spell save:9. Spell Attack:1.)
Here is my character!. I copied the character from a character sheet I made earlier, here is the original