GIL-ERLEN, Beren

GENDER: Male
AGE: 48
BIRTHDAY: December 18th
RACE: Aaeri
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
LEVEL: He is not a member of the Tower.

MOTHER: Lyanna Gil-Erlen
FATHER: Gawain Gil-Erlen
BROTHER(S): Thrego Gil-Erlen
SISTER(S): None
SPOUSE: None yet
CHILDREN: None
PET(S): Not actually a pet, but he owns a black andalusian horse called "Blackheart"
OTHER: None

SKILLS: Alteration magic
WEAKNESSES: All the rest
SPECIAL ABILITIES: None

Beren is a tall elf, standing at 6' 11''. He has copper-colored skin, black hair, and black eyes. He has a long, drooping mustache and a long braid hung with tiny bones that hangs down to his thighs. He is very muscular, and the first thing that someone notices of him is his muscle mass. He rarely blinks, and at times it is hard to distinguish whether he breathes at all. He never smiles, for such gestures belong to weak men. Every action he makes can be perceived as a direct threat, a menace. He is not graceful, his every movement is barbaric. He is direct and dangerous.

Most of the time he can be seen wearing hide armor that reach his lower belly and cover only his legs, as well as brown leather sandals. He always carries his great battleaxe with him, though most of the time he fights with his arms, in order to prove his muscular strength. There are countless scars on his upper body, the most prominent ones being one over his left eye and a huge scar that ranges from the upper right side of his back to the lower left, compliments of his days spent as a mercenary. He has the appearance of a fighter, though at times his eyes lose their focus and he just seems to walk in a completely different world.

If there is one thing that can be said about Beren is that he has more interest in making corpses than making friends. He is obsessed with power, as he believed it is the only thing that matters in this world. He is cold, brutal and heartless. He takes what he wants and when he wants it, for the strong must separate themselves from the weak. He feels no remorse or pangs of conscience, any mercy he has every shown has been a practicality and nothing more. He is not a good man, he is aggressive, brutal and barbaric. He is proud of himself and his strength, and he is without honour. He carries himself around like a God, simply because he is strong, and in his mind, his strength gives him power that no other man or woman has.

Beren is not the very definition of cold, but it is definitely a prominent attribute, and he is known for it. He doesn't like giving anyone the pity card, and you won't get any from him. He hardly ever lets people see him feel bad or sorry for anyone. He has a stoic demeanor, and he doesn't appear to have feelings at some points in time. He hates when people come to him to complain, and he never gives them any sympathy. He doesn't have time to waste with petty problems and complaints. If someone he does care about comes to complain, that's a different story, but it all depends.

If someone does him wrong, it will take a long time for them to make it up to him. They'll have to go to great lengths to get on his good side once more, and he makes the final decision. He's mean tempered and angry at times, and he doesn't care who he's talking to. He can be rude and obnoxious, and he just doesn't like dealing with people. If you do something wrong to his face, he'll make sure you pay for it, without a care for the pain involved. It doesn't matter who or what you are, for Beren will make sure that you remember his name. He won't allow himself to appear weak at all.

At times, Beren appears to be hallucinating. He will start talking about things that normally wouldn't make sense, but for him, they do. That is when his powers lash out. He is an untrained mage that has tried not to use his powers for he believes they are diminishing his muscular strength. When his powers lash out, he becomes completely crazy. He will attack mostly everyone around him, whether they are friend or foe. These fits of rage, as he likes to call them, vary from time to time in duration and he remembers nothing after what happened.

He was born a failure.

In the faraway land of Flayeren, there once lived many tribes of Aaeri elves. One of them was called the Retraki. To be born in the Retraki tribe meant that you should be ready for cold winters. The islands were famous for their blizzards and their horses, and he got his first horse when he was five. Born as the second son to the ruling family, his achievements rarely found the light of day. He only wanted blood, when his brother wanted peace with the other tribes. Peace could not be achieved unless Aldor told the tribe so. He spent most of his early years training in the art of the battleaxe and horse-riding, becoming proficient and quite effective with the bow as well. He was stronger in hand-to-hand combat, and as many mothers tell their children now, his fists have left their mark on every piece of furniture the tribe has. Though he was the strongest of the two, his brother almost always took credit for what the young man did.

All of that changed when their father died, as Beren reached adulthood. The Retraki have traditional fights to determine their next ruler once their current one died. His father died while riding his horse, a good death by the Retraki account. The fights started, and while others carried swords and battle axes, he carried only his fists. The fights would go on without deaths until the final two contestants reached the final round. One leader against another, it came to be his brother and him. Carrying his great battleaxe, his brother taunted and laughed at the young Aaeri, telling him to turn around if he wanted to live. He wasn't smiling when Beren crushed his skull on a rock after throwing him on the ground. He had been born a failure, and now he was a leader.

But leading the Retraki wasn't what he was meant to do. The fires of war engulfed the land of Flayeren. Sooner than later, all the tribes bent the knee or died fighting, and the Retraki had no one else to fight. That was when Beren abandoned them. He didn't want to rule a tribe, all he wanted to do was fight. He spent the rest of his years fighting as a mercenary in a nearby kingdom, but the war ended a few years ago. So, Beren took the reins of his horse and started travelling to that kingdom everybody was talking about, the kingdom of the tower.

All this time, he has surpressed his powers, thinking that they made him weak. But, now, they are taking their toll on him, pushing him over the edge and making him do even worse things than he normally does. Perhaps he will find his place in the tower, or he will make his mark in this kingdom as a mercenary again. No one knows, but one thing is for certain. Beren is here to stay.