Vendrael prit un moment pour se rappeler ses pensées alors que le groupe s'approchait de leur destination. Le voyage de sa maison passé le Veil au centre de la terre des humains n'avait en aucun cas été facile; les diverses marques de brûlure dispersées à travers la terre a prouvé autant. La foudre pourrait déclencher une flamme, oui, mais en même temps...
Le jeune elfe élevé a rapidement poussé ces pensées hors de sa tête; chaque fois qu'il avait mis le feu, il n'avait jamais rien fait de pire que de brûler un arbre ou deux. Il y en avait plus qu'assez, alors qu'importent quelques tas de cendres le long de la route?
Néanmoins, son voyage avait été l'un avec... des incidents assez rares. Si une bête d'une sorte l'a attaqué, il l'a laissé paralysé sur le sol et a laissé la nature pour prendre sa route. Si les bandits l'avaient embusqué, un éclair soudain de lumière vive (même au milieu de la journée!) c'est tout ce qu'il a fallu pour lui donner assez de temps pour une escapade rapide.
Et pourtant personne ne semblait avoir quelque chose en ce qui concerne ce qu'il cherchait. Pas de progrès dans la technologie, pas de sauts dans la magie... Rien. Mais encore une fois, ce n'était pas comme si l'un des villages ruraux qu'il traversait n'en avait pas au départ, mais quand même...
Plus il s'aventurait dans cette terre étrangère, plus elle devenait vivante et plus avancée ; ce qui était d'abord des villages simples se transformait en villes animées, puis...
Eh bien, la première chose à faire était d'obtenir une sorte de boisson, et une chose a conduit à une autre, et maintenant...
Le voilà. Certes, il semblait que personne ne l'appelait à être un elfe, fait qui l'amusait; était-il assez «normal» pour passer pour un humain, ou était-il assez commun pour ne pas en faire mention?
- C'est quoi, ça?
Ça pourrait attendre. Pour l'instant, son... Erm... "employeur" appelait à l'action. Ils étaient censés fouiller le fond et tuer une sorte d'abomination impie ou quelque chose comme ça, n'est-ce pas? Les récompenses ne l'intéressaient pas autant que la possibilité de tests anciens oubliés, mais...
"Si le bâtiment est aussi vieux que vous le dites, mademoiselle, alors je suppose que quelqu'un a déjà fait un trou dedans..."
Dans une tentative délibérée de se déplacer aussi loin de la tête musculaire offrant de jeter quelqu'un au sommet de la tour, Veldrael a commencé à marcher autour du périmètre de la tour, dans l'espoir que sa théorie était juste. Peu de bâtiments pouvaient résister à cette longue évasion, après tout.
Name: Vendrael Threnyre
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race: High Elf
Class: Lightning Sorcerer
Appearance: Standing at 5'10", Vendrael's lithe body and light brown hair make him... Well, quite ordinary, all things considered. His hair, cut to about shoulder length, is left unkempt to cover his ears (which would probably stand out in this world of humans and other creatures). His eyes are an emerald green, a common color among his people, and a fact which he does not bother to hide nearly as much. More often than not, most people only see him wearing the robe that he set out with initially; he's not particularly enthusiastic about showing his hand by not doing so, all things considered. His staff also doubles as a walking stick and a rudimentary tool for self-defense, though he has absolutely zero experience in actually fighting with one. Regardless, he stands tall with dignity and pride, never mind what else comes his way.
Personality: While he may as well be a newborn in the eyes of Lethienvel, Vendrael is just as old as his apparent age would make him out to be; that doesn't mean, however, that he is as naive as the elves make him out to be. In the pursuit of knowledge, Vendrael has adopted a critical eye of the world around him; if he doesn't understand something that interests him, he'll dedicate his entire being to figuring out why it does what it does. Most who meet him, as a result, have dubbed him a 'lightning nut' or some variant thereof. As a result of his tendencies, though, Vendrael has adopted a strategic mind in order to make the most of his abilities in offense, defense, and support. Due to his "young" age and ignorance of conventional teachings in favor of his own pursuits, he also does not have the regular haughtiness and arrogance that his people have been stereotyped as having.
Brief Backstory: Vendrael had always been an 'odd' child by the standards of his peers; rather than calmly accepting the nature of magic as it was, the young elf spent much of his time trying to not accept, but understand the world that he lived in. This did not mean, however, that he abandoned the magic which had made his race so powerful; instead, Vendrael often experimented with magic, to see if the powers that he drew from nature itself could amplify itself further in his hands.
This curiosity bloomed one day during a thunderstorm, where the elven child watched a tree be hit by lightning during a stormy autumn afternoon. While the tree itself had been blackened and burnt, a sword in its trunk--a remnant of some story he could not remember for the life of him--was crackling with energy. Fascinated by the incident, Vendrael began to delve deeper into the world of electricity, often times experimenting with his own magic to see how well such a wild force could be tamed.
Many of the older elves in his town saw the interest as pure folly and laughed his efforts off, but Vendrael himself desired more than just what he could attempt at home. Hearing of the strangeness of the cultures past the Veil, the young elf resolved to journey out on his own to see if those strange short-lived men could aid him in his efforts to understand the world.
Equipment: A simple brown robe, made of cloth spun from flaxseed fibers. The sleeves seem to be singed, but that's about all that sets it apart from other robes.
A simple white silken shirt and pants, kept in good shape during his journey... Somehow.
A wooden staff, carved from the branch of an old maple tree.
An array (~30) of long steel darts; these are sharp enough to penetrate flesh.
5 steel stakes, each about the length of his hand.
A leather knapsack, large enough to carry his metal appliances and stakes, as well as some provisions and scrolls.
Two small leather pouches, one around each leg, within which he carries his darts.
Abilities:
Lightning Bolt- A simple bolt of electricity; one is enough to cause burns on an enemy. If fired at one of Vendrael's darts or anything else made of metal, the electricity will run through the object before dissipating. He can fire multiple bolts and compound the effect, if necessary.
Lightning Barrier- If allowed to set up his stakes, Vendrael can create a barrier of electricity that hops from stake to stake. The elctricity moves as such a quick pace that it blurs together, generating what looks like a series of glowing golden arches around whatever the barrier is encasing.
Lightning Flash- Vendrael can also use his electricity as both a light source and a disorienting stun grenade of sorts. If allowed to detonate, this ball of electricity generates a flash of light not unlike that of a lightning strike in a full-blown thunderstorm, but only for a quick moment before it dissipates. It can also be held in hand for a few minutes to work as a temporary light source.