User:Luthentius

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Rising an impressive 6' 5, this High Elf was graced with an unusual height for his nimble and honorable origin. Broad shoulders extend above a subtle, usually hidden, muscular torso, resting upon those heavy shoulders a majestic head sprout heavenwards, emitting an authority of experience beyond the petty display of arrogance. Adoring the well defined head, shoulder- length, silk smooth hair elegantly fall- framing the aged elven visage within the hue of silver- grey. Also a thick, well groomed beard of similar colours grace the stern facial features of the elderly male. His sight, while often engulfed in indifference and lack of care, harbored in sharp gems residing within their narrow sockets, glister in remarkable steely- mercury fashion.

~Name: Luthentius, last name unknown to the public

~Origin: High Elf

~ Age: unknown to the public

~Class: Spellcaster, Wizard

~Alias/Nickname: The Grey Wizard, Silvermane, Grey.

~Clan: The Syndicate, yet such is not known to anyone but it's members.

~Skills: Not only due to the simple fact that his race aid his mastery of the elements, but also due to the immense time and effort devoted toward wielding them, bending them with the skill of a genuine master, would he be considered a formidable challenge for all that would oppose.

~Weapon of choice: As he was taught the ways of the Eldar, tomes and books have been the best reliable source of knowledge and power. During the countless years of studies, centuries of traveling, teaching and mentoring, the Wizard has conjured up his own variation of spells and enchantments- thus the choice of weapon is his most valued possession, something he would rather die for rather then to release in to the hands of others- The Book of Grey, his book of spells. Even so, he also possess a peculiar cane of questionable origin; A ivory item. Tall, dark and crowned with a ruby with a depth of scarlet rarely witnessed. It is not public knowledge, but this item possess a high concentration of magic within itself, thus empowering the elder when he weaves his web of arcane mystic.

~A few things that seems to be public knowledge~

• The Wizard is quite interested in any and all things politically infused, finding it most intriguing and exciting. Not to mention that it reminds him of his youth, as to why is unknown. More often then not, he finds it much as a game-The Game of the Houses, he would call it.

• Manners always appear to abide the temper of this stern individual. Ethics are a feature valued above most things, regarding the male.

• Being an High Elf, a few minor racial thoughts do exist within the mind of the elder. Felines and Fermin appear not to please the wizard greatly. Yet, he does not possess the luxury to express any such crooked ideals, being as he govern an organization which takes on any man or woman of any race and age to be taught in the academy of which he has established, presumed they meet his criteria of being worthy the effort.

• Finds emotions, large and small, utterly useless- even as he, himself, is not entirely immune to such drivel.

• Currently acts as Larket's Grandmaster of Magics, as well as possessing the title of Headmaster of the Academy of Magics, currently located in Larket, and more is on the way.

• Has only a few selected he considers as friends within the realm of Hollow, everyone else are either assets, contacts, associates or simply subjects for conversational purposes.

• Recently discovered an item long since stolen from his possession by a student, now deceased- A masterly crafted cane of pure ivory, crowned with an exquisite ruby as handle. The wizard appears to carry it with him always now day.

Biography

~The text is taken from the pages of an ancient tome, found within the library of Cenril~

"Within the midst of a vast and merciless storm, with countless bolts and flashes of lightning branching over an gloomy and ill intended sky, a small high elven boy was brought forth in to this unfriendly and bitter world. The ruthless winds whipped the waves of the sea far within the small, unnamed, isle, eradicating most in it's chilly path- almost consuming the entire village with it's sweeping wrath. Screaming the infant clutched against the chest of the dying woman that conceived him, her fragile form seemingly withering in to oblivion by the extensive loss of her life's fluids. Even with the elevated knowledge of healing, the high elven healers was unable to rescue the woman from demise, yet managed to salvage the life of the youngster within her loose grasp from the claws of death. Fragile he was, innocent with every breath he took- So unaware what the Weave of Time and destiny actually had in store for this spawn of magic; So begins the tale of the Grey Wizard, brought in to the realm with death- Marked as a bringer of storms."

Little is actually known of this mystic figure in grey attire, yet it was once said that he hailed from one of the ancient families of the high elves- maybe even decedent from one of the houses fighting the tree worshipers over the crown so many years ago. Rumors claim that the father of the wizard was an highly influential entrepreneur, making profit over seas with a vast armada of trade-ships and had good ties with the people of Cenril- A nobleman and quite possibly even head-mage of the isle they inhabited.

Records in the Cenril library speak of The Grey from quite some time ago, often in scrolls concerning the politics of the high elven origin as well as the magical advances made within said race, dating back in time approximately over two full millennias ago. The name, the Grey Wizard, also seems to be an accurate description of the man- A painter, who was once hired to execute his or her art in capturing the robed male on the artist's candice, has claimed that the very posture of the scholar spoke of his neutrality. Indifference itself swept through the visage of the man, a cold individual..uncaring..arrogant. The whereabout of the painter giving the interview seems to have disappeared since the publishing of this piece, hence his or her name is not to be revealed due to respect of the family.

Witnesses have claimed that this scholar of old is indeed an arrogant male, the roots of his origin and race running deep within his bones and marrow, yet also possesses a number of charismatic features; Seemingly always majestically adorn in proper attire of cloud- hued fashion and also inhabiting some diplomatic abilities, since as of late news speak of the grey one entering the court of Larket. It appears the male also seems to have ties with something called The Syndicate, but here the information about the Silver Wizard cease. Larket officials refuse to talk about the man, and the guards seems tense only at the mention of him, as such it's all I can give you, dear reader.

Writer; Uhario Ordi......The scripture suddenly and abruptly cease in in mid-word, the ink and parchment seems stained with the hues of crimson and deepest scarlet. Obviously, something hindered the writer to finish what he had intended to write.

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