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Silsuril, High One
NPC Wavedancer Character Sheet
Character Name: Silsuril
Sex: Male
Race: Elf (shaped-changed landwalker)
Origin: Firstcomer
Age: 13,398+
Soulsiblings/Recognized:
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Lifemate(s): Mereen, deceased
Lovemate(s): None
Children: Many
Parents: TBD
Siblings: None
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Hair: Brilliant gold, long and loose with a slight wave.
Eyes: Bright green (slanted, average)
Skin tone: Pale
Height: 6’4
Build: Slim, almost willowy in build.
Appearance: Silsuril has short fins along his calves, arms, and shoulders; his ears have longer, slightly fleshier lobes. His face is squarish, with angular cheekbones, a dented chin, and sharp features.
Clothes: A loincloth and a harness made of braided hide and shells.
Jewelry: None.
Weapons
For the hunt: A small stabbing spear for fishing.
For war: None.
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Talent: All abilities, within limitations. Silsuril is an outstanding sender and deep-senser, and is able to stun any creature with a glance.
Skills: Swimming, agility; a good fisher; can, at times, shape himself into a wavedancer.
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Personality/History: Silsuril was one of the Firstcomers who fled to the sea. But where his mate Mereen chose to shape herself as a mer, Silsuril preferred the land. They had several mer children, and several landwalkers, but Mereen pined for the Palace. One day she set off, telling Silsuril she’d return if she could find a way over sea to where the Palace once stood. He felt her death, and has hardly spoken since.
Silsuril is a well-respected elder, but spends much of his time swimming far at sea or meditating in his own quarters. He tries to ‘go out’ to find his dead kindred, but admits he’s too far to find anyone. Lately he’s picked up traces of new elves, although he can’t find out who they are. It unnerves him that there may be more elves in the world—it suggests that his kindred became too comfortable with this world to try to find their true home, the Palace.
A solemn, contemplative elf, Silsuril does his part towards keeping his tribe settled and alive. Yet he will always yearn for the Palace, and seeks a way to get it for his family. But even as he welcomes new life and new blood, he mourns because each new generation means a stronger tie forged between that group of elves and this place of exile, the World of Two Moons.
