Name: Alaxander Braxton<br/><br/>Gender: male<br/><br/>Age: 500 (elven)<br/>18 (human)<br/><br/>Sentience: yes<br/><br/>Race: sun elf<br/><br/>Descriptions:<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/a1_zps570b49da-1.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>*can sometimes be seen wearing a white cloak that has a hood. the cloak is made of crushed velvet<br/><br/>Abilities:<br/>*telekinetics = can move objects with his mind<br/>*healing = herbal primarily<br/>*singing = can use his voice to hypnotize or soothe another person. effect varies based on personal stamina of the attempted target<br/>*languages = can speak many languages including but not limited to Elven, Draconic and Common tongue (english)<br/><br/>Back history: Alaxander was born to a wealthy elven family. The leader of the elven community was his father and thus a king of sorts. He grew up learning various languages along with elven swordplay and scouting skills. His mother passed away when he was just eight in human years. It hit him hard because he was closest to his mother. He had learned herbal healing with some magical healing such as extraction of poison in her honor. His father soon began to grow distant upon the loss of his wife. After awhile of painful distance between him and his father he left the city. He knew how to ride a horse and rode his horse. Trading him to a poor farmer in exchange for housing and food. This was done more out of kindness towards the farmer than anything else. He then set off on foot and continued traveling. Trying to find a purpose to live for. He has always had a fondness and curiousity about the dragon race.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Alaxander had been traveling for weeks upon weeks. He was now searching and seeking out a purpose to live for. Someone or something to help and give his loyalty to. He had yet to find this being or creature. He kept walking even though his body was weary. Just a little bit further he would tell himself for what had to be the thousandth time since he entered this new land. He knew he was in new territory because the towns he had passed through had a different dialect and accent then the areas he had been prior to now. He was no longer in the town range though. He was going to need to stop and rest soon. Such a weary man he was. He kept pushing himself though as his father had always informed him he needed to push his endurance and then some. In order to become stronger you must fight through the pain and tiredness. Right now though he just wanted some clean water to drink and a place to sit down. Even if he wouldn't sleep he just wanted to rest his weary body for a little bit.<br/><br/>The longer he walked he began to hear a roaring type sound. Curiousity had him heading ever so closer to the sound. The closer he got the more he came to realize that it was the sound of rushing water. Perhaps a waterfall of sorts. That meant crisp and clean water to drink at the lake that would be formed by the waterfall. He continued walking towards the waterfall. The closer he got the louder the sound but it soon calmed down when he was right on top of the waterfall. His eyes took in the beautiful scene with tired but happy eyes. This was the perfect place to rest his tired form. Then after awhile he could search once more for the purpose in life. He knew somewhere out there was someone who needed him. Someone who would give him purpose in life.<br/><br/>He hadn't noticed the dragon despite the clearness of the water. He saw the fish and the bottom of the lake. He also wasn't caring too much to explore what may or may not be beneath the crystaline surface of the waterfall lake. Kneeling down on the edge of the water he scooped it up in his hands. Cupped together as he began to drink like a man parched who had walked thousands of miles through desert lands. It had been quite a long time since he had water so pure and clean. He soon splashed water on his face before leaning back on his hands. Shaking his head and let out a tired sound. Moving back to sitting on a smooth boulder not far from the waterfall lake. He closed his eyes and rested. His ears ever alert to any sound changes in the area around him. Always cautious even when he was resting. Listening for anything or anyone else to approach his area.