User:Feldr
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The song "Anti-Flesh Nimbus" by Funeral Mist capures Feldr's essence and mind set. Both the atmosphere of the song and the lyrics fit him perfectly. Due to copyright and lyrical content, the lyrics are not posted here. And the entire song collection of the band "Finntroll" would chronicle much of his nature as well. I mean sure most of their songs are about trolls but.. still. Hail Black/Folk Metal!
Name: Feldr
Race: Frost Elf
Age: 189
Class: Ranger
Terrain/climate specialty: Frozen plains and frozen forests
Status: Single
Friends/relatives: None or dead
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Religion: An offshoot of the Frost Elf religion involving the worship of frost spirits and other forces that inhabit the frozen lands. (I have no idea what the official religion of the Frost Elves is since the concept of this race is rather new and the lore is being developed still.)
Feldr was born and dumped somewhere in the frozen wastes many miles away from Frosmaw. He still does not know why. He was raised by a Frost Elf witch named Grella and it was revealed to him that he too is a Frost Elf. He took to wandering the wilds at a young age and was taught the arts of the bow and herbalism. He is also proficient with the longsword but he is more often seen carrying the ice staff that his adoptive mother gave to him before she died. Yes he is alone and is likely to remain so for a while unless either the other Frost Elves accept the orphan into their society, or another culture is willing to adopt him. He knows the ways of his race only because his witch mother taught him.
At the tender age of ten he encountered a were-raven who taught him about Frost Giants. The strange shapeshifter told him more than Grella could have. Not so much in useful facts as in tales of brutality and how they eat other races. Is this exageratted? Feldr has no idea. All he knows is that the giants are better avoided than otherwise. He had asked the were-raven if he could 'be like him.' The young Frost Elf wanted to fly, and live a dual existance as both elf, and avian, but the shifter denied his request, saying, "You are young. I would not pass my gift onto one so innocent. Nor would you desire it. Not yet. Perhaps years from now should our paths cross again." Feldr has not seen the were-raven again and may never. But the possibility is never gone.
Now at the age of one hundred, and eighty nine, he has wandered out of the frozen forests, and plains to see the lands beyond. So far he is amazed. He has never seen a land without snow. He has never seen a human or an orc. Vampires are unheard of. He doesn't trust them. To him they are an abomination as are all undead. He is a ruthless guardian of Nature. He will go to whatever length, commit every atrocity, slaughter any being, regardless of age, gender, alignment, or race, if it means protecting the wilds, especially the wilds in the north that he calls home. Some would consider him evil. But he has no concept of evil or good. He is a chaotic soul that only knows the laws of nature and what he must protect. Only the fates and the gods know what awaits the ranger.