Aéline

Pendant que ses camarades étaient occupés à combattre les morts, Aelin a essayé de saisir ce qui se passait. Honnêtement, il n'était même pas sûr pourquoi le sorcier voulait de lui pour quelque chose comme ça - Il n'était pas un combattant.
Et ce sorcier derrière tout ça, combien de pouvoir tient-il?
L'odeur de la chair brûlante a réveillé l'elfe de ses pensées.
"Nos montures, oui."
Il a suivi Vamyr jusqu'à l'escalier.
"Nous pouvons toujours espérer le meilleur, mais leur condition dépend de la quantité du village a été.. Tainte. Nous pouvons voir clairement que ce mal affecte aussi les animaux. »
Il a pensé au chien du chasseur pendant un moment, et quelle magie obscure avait fait à une créature aussi innocente.
Soupir..
Name: Curion Anrandír, Aelintaur or just Aelin
Age: 617
Sex: Male
Race: Elf
Apperance:



Aelin stands at 186 centimeters and weighs 72 kilograms. He has a slim body build and strong facial features, with dark brown eyes and light brown hair that flows freely and fabulously on his back.
Class: Bard
Equipment:
A black cloak, elvish leather armor, a blanket, a mirror, a tinder box, a bottle of oil, a lantern, two knives, a kantele, a pen, five sheats of paper, three empty scrolls, two flasks of wine, a back pack, a large sack and his fabulous, white horse companion named Valko.
Background story:
Aelin was born to a shoemaker's family in a small village in western Mirkwood. He never had many friends as a child, and preferred to spend his time wandering in the forest.
When the elf reached adulthood, he left his home and begun traveling further, living the free life he had always dreamed about. He fed himself with mushrooms, fruits and herbs and stopped to rest and exchange stories in towns and settlements from time to time.
On one of his travels Aelin managed to save an old man from being eaten by trolls. The man revealed to be a traveling musician, and as a reward he gave the elf his most precious item, his instrument. Aelin had never seen anything like it before, and the sound it made was almost magical.
It took the elf a long time to master the kantele, but after years of practise he got very good with it, even composing a few songs of his own. He kept living his life as before, only now he had something to play by his campfire at night or in front of an audience in taverns.
Aelin used the little money he gained from performing to buy himself a horse, which allowed him to travel even faster and further. It also became the elf's most trusted companion and best friend.