Cyren Searil
Le dernier jour du voyage ardueux. Ce soir-là, le groupe des elfes a négligé le règlement prospère et plein d'espoir d'Urenda. Morale avait baissé, sans aucune idée de combien de temps le voyage allait prendre avec un si grand groupe. Quelques elfes se sont retrouvés morts à cause de brigands jusqu'à ce point, et la viste a réaffirmé le bon esprit de chacun malgré les environs. Un vestige d'espoir dans ce monde mourant.
Alors que le groupe s'arrêtait pour discuter les uns avec les autres et déterminer le plan d'action, Cyren et Rinsten - un autre gardien - étaient ceux qui cherchaient de l'aide pour traverser la ville. Il ne s'agissait que d'offrir quelques commodités sous forme d'ustensiles de cuisine et de rations afin d'assurer la sécurité de l'ensemble du groupe, ainsi que quelques informations concernant l'état actuel de la ville et ce qui était nécessaire pour faire quand les choses se terminaient.

Ayant été éveillé pendant toute la soirée sans tenir compte d'une petite sieste à la table du bar, Cyren n'avait pas encore fait la fête. Assis en face de Rinsten et Triel, la sœur de Rinsten, ils en tiraient le meilleur parti sans se soucier de troc pour les boissons alcoolisées.
« Je sais que je l'ai déjà dit, mais nous avons fait du bon travail pour amener ces gens ici. Pour penser un peu de travail et nous pouvons vivre ici confortablement, ce n'est pas trop mal un accord." Avec un large sourire, Cyren tendit les mains en l'air avant de les placer derrière son cou et de pencher la chaise en arrière. "Pas trop mal."
"Oui, ça l'est. Nous pourrions même être en mesure de trouver une bonne position de garde si nous regardons autour, et espérons qu'il paiera bien. Le travail bénévole est agréable, mais il y a plus à vivre que d'être vertueux. » On pourrait dire que l'objectif principal de Rinsten dans la vie semble l'impliquer dans la lutte et gagner de l'argent tout en le faisant. En revanche -
« Je dirais que protéger les gens n'est pas la meilleure façon de gagner de l'argent, mais vous le savez déjà. » Penchant son menton sur sa paume, Triel regarda autour d'elle. "Il y a probablement une position de soutien ouverte quelque part que je peux remplir, peut-être quelque part où je peux agir comme une course ici plutôt que de me mettre trop souvent en danger." Elle voulait vivre une vie pleine. "Et toi, Cy?"
Cyren a posé la chaise à quatre pattes alors qu'il bâillait. Après l'avoir laissé passer, il a répondu d'un ton joyeux. "Je suis juste allé si le vent me prend, si vous attendez le contraire - vous avez tort. J'espère qu'un bon poste aura une ouverture, mais peut-être que je trouverai autre chose à faire. Difficile à dire."
-- Quoi qu'il en soit, nous vous aiderons de quelque façon que nous puissions, n'est-ce pas, sœurette? Atteindre par-dessus il place son bras de l'autre côté de l'épaule de Triel et la tire près d'elle.
Plongée tout en repoussant le bras sur sa tête, elle s'est déplacée avant de finalement répondre. "Oui, c'est ça. C'est à ça que servent les meilleurs amis." La conversation s'est poursuivie après, malgré l'épuisement de tout le monde.
Name:  Cyren Searil 
Age:  214 
Race:  Ground Elf 
Appearance:  Cyren stands just shy of 6', with a lean but slightly muscular build. His naturally copper-coloured hair is tied into a ponytail to keep his vision free. He has naturally sharp features and gentle but weary hazel eyes. A tan tunic and brown pair of breeches is worn underneath some leather armour and a dark olive cloak. A small travelling satchel lies over the cape, along with a belt around his waist that holds a few sheathes containing short daggers and one sword sheathe. 
Personality:  Appearing to others like he is outgoing, cheerful, and fairly lazy, Cyren is mostly like that because he is overly stubborn. He puts on a cheerful face and does not let it easily falter because he hopes it would inspire people in this dark time. Only when he himself gets overly troubled does that mean that he gets more serious. He is very determined to see his goals through to the end in any case. 
Morality / Religion: Cyren silently prays to the majority of the Ellu'vun Pantheon that are believed to be still on the side of the elves' side, listening for rumours of dissention in the Ellu'vun Pantheon ever since the Great Descent. He wants to believe that the Pantheon is all on his side, but can't bring himself to believe so. Any harm to innocent people is seen as atrocious in his eyes, was he believe that protecting those that can't defend themselves is a noble thing. But knowing full well that people are fated to die, he does not let himself hang onto deaths that do occur. 
Biography:Having been born into a militaristic family travelling a nomadic tribe that lived on the fringes of the forest Catanna, Cyren's family was proud to have a history of guarding the community's live. It was a relatively simple life growing up in such a family and he did not waiver as he himself joined the family profession. He was determined to defend this simple lifestyle with his life if he had to. His family helped in pass along their knowledge until the point he joined the local militia.
The militia training was overall less formal than usual military training as there was not as much focus on military science and tactics. Instead, the training was meant to find his interests and work with them until they were suitable enough to defend the community. On finding and catering to his strengths, he was interested in learning everything that he could capably do. Large weapons and armour were not useful due to their slow and unwieldy nature, but his proficiency in both the pike and certain small arms excelled is most regards. By the end of the training, he had also learned to cast a few basic spells for times when they were necessary.
His life after that was fairly tame, with few things particularly noteworthy that happened in the tribe until the point of the Great Descent. It was when the Great Descent happened that the tribe hesitantly came to the conclusion to go deeper into forest. Having foregone relationships with other races, they managed to survive on their livestock that the raised, plants they scavanged and the beasts that they managed to hunt while avoiding Shadows. It was only after numerous deaths from both civilians, hunters and the militia that the tribe decided was starting to get worried. Cyren was always acting as a last line of defence during shadow attacks and had many associates injured or killed during that time.
Soon realizing it was futile to try and live by themselves, the tribe had joined with other small but surviving tribes that had retreated into the forest. A good number of tribes had completely died off and the elves did not know how much longer they could survive for. The shadows would eventually win if they tried to stand against them and defend the land, so the decision to find a better place to live was decided upon. For their own survival the remaining elves travelled in the direction of some supposed salvation - the High Road. It was eventually that they found their way north east, but moral was low and losses were great. Only after following it for a while did they spotted a few human, elven and even dwarvern survivors. They never engaged in conversation, but the majority of survivors were shocked by to learn of the news.
Eventually deciding to leave the Road for one night, they settled inside a small forest nearby. During this one particular break, talk of those determined to just stay put and temporarily resettle as they let their livestock repopulate broke out. Deciding to stop for a while to do so, it was only perseverance and great luck that caused this idea to last for much longer than expected. Several groups of smaller but still nomadic groups eventually found their way to the makeshift settlement and joined to the point that they actually created a community that was eventually too large to easily move and without fear of attracting attention from the Shadows. Eventually forced to decline possible refugees, they still had became a popular waypoint that traders were willing to visit to barter for good and information.
This false illusion of peace was shattered a bit before the twentieth anniversary of the Great Descent. Civilians and militia were once again ruthlessly killed by raiding bandits this time hoping to make a profit. After the settlement was defended from the raid, although losses were great, it was determined that the secluded lifestyle they have come to know was not likely going to end well. Splitting up the survivors and militia, the groups headed onto the High Road and split from there. Having heard of rumours of a port city, Cyren has that set as their destination.
Other Notes:
Class:  Warrior - Foot Soldier 
Combat Style: Scien's Exploitation: A combat style name after a devout Sylsetria follower of old, it predominantly focuses on adaptivity over specialty, usage of polearms and Primal - particularly Natural - magic is used. Swift and deliberate movement is necessary for this combat style. Minor usage of Illusion and Charm is also used in and out of battle is mostly used to complement the use of Natural magic.
Weapons / Tools:Pike - A sturdy, 10-foot-long pike with langets reinforcing the head. Otherwise pretty unremarkable. Longsword - A simple 3-and-a-half-foot-long military sword showing remarkable care.  Leather Armour - A set of custom-fitting and lightweight leather armour made from various animal hides.
Skills / Natural Abilities: Ground Elf - He has the ability to create simple, harmless illusions of light, like faerie fire.  Agile - Having a lithe body, his mobility is better compared to most humanoids.  Perceptive - He is trained to spot minor inconsistencies in both natural and unnatural environments, along with some unusual behaviour.  Dissociative - Having used a method to cope with both physical and emotional pain, he detaches himself from said pain. This works in most cases barring harsh circumstances. 
Spells / Magical Abilities:  Scien's Boost - A Natural spell that uses one's own mana to improve condition and allows for temporary elimination of fatigue, along with increases in flexibility and muscular strength.  Scien's Development - A Natural spell that allows manipulation of the nearby natural environment that is in contact with Cyren, particularly earth and plants, to create battlefield advantage. Running a trail of mana from his body to within a few meters, it allows for various effects like expansion and contraction of earth and acceleration of growth and temporary control over plants. Makeshift earthen shields and tangling opponents in dense vegetation are a few usages for this, but this is limited in unnatural environments.  Mend - A Natural spell that accelerates bodily healing in those in contact with the caster. Further use of Charm and Illusion magic can also distracts patients from pain. 
General Equipment: Travelling Satchel
 3 Days of Field Rations
 Waterskin
 Small Cooking Pot
 Three Worn Daggers
 Bedroll

Miscellaneous:N/A