<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Basic Information:</span></strong></div><strong>I am called,</strong>Neniel. In more formal settings, Neniel Uonwe of the House Duiran.<br/><strong>I am</strong>one and ninety by the reckoning of men.<br/><strong>I would identify myself as</strong>Elvish.<br/><strong>I earn my keep by</strong>virtue of my calling. Ranger, I am named, a lonely wanderer of strange places. A roaming sentry, one might say. I help when help is required, preserve the peace of the wilderness, and defend the boundaries of my people's homes if needed. My feet are seldom still, and never in one place for long. I can survive on my wit and woodlore for a very long time, though there are occasions when I find myself in more peopled areas. When in need of gold, I have little trouble trading useful herbs or pelts.<br/><strong>I consider myself to be</strong>male.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Appearance:</span></strong></div><strong>Others think I look</strong>equivalent to a man in his early twenties.<br/><strong>My hair is</strong>long, well past my shoulders. In coloring, it is fair with a hint of red.<br/><strong>My eyes are</strong>dark.<br/><strong>Height and Weight:</strong>5'11 and 160<br/><strong>If I were describing myself in a story I would say...</strong>I am an elf, fair of skin and delicate of face; a not altogether unusual example of my kindred. My tapered ears are larger and longer than that of men and two golden rings pierce the helix of my left. A gray, hooded cloak typically adorns my slender frame; a bow and quiver are ever at my back. The rest of my garb is simple enough, jerkin, tunic, leggings and boots; all in shades of green or brown. Though not shabby, there is a well worn look to me as of a lifelong traveler or campaigner. I suppose I am both of these things, after a fashion.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Personality:</span></strong></div><strong>I behave as if</strong>appropriate for my age and occupation, I would imagine.<br/><strong>My favorite things are</strong>a hot meal accompanied with tea and a warm fire out in the wilderness. I am not old as my kind count it; but spending much of my life wandering the wild has given me a strong appreciation for the simple luxuries in life. Thinking on it further, I suppose it is this life in particular that I take pleasure in, and I would rather it never change. In addition, I am rather fond of halflings when they are not attempting to steal my purse. The little folk can be a charming lot.<br/><strong>The things that I can't stand are</strong>intrusions into this life of mine, if disruptive in nature. Bandits and poachers are two nuisances I have had to deal with more often than I like; but at least there is little mystery in their handling. Then there are men, ever hungry for wood and land. The dwarves too, gouging out holes in the earth for their mines. The matter becomes political in nature and complex. I cannot necessarily hate them, but it is ever a reminder of change, slow but inevitable, and not for the better.<br/><strong>Nothing scares me like</strong>certain tales our elders tell us of ages past. There are strange things in this world that should not be; powerful, unnatural, and ancient even when all was young. They are anathema to our entire race. Worse still, these tales hold truth in them. I do not look forward to the day I find myself standing before the darkness. Yet my very nature foretells that I must.<br/><strong>When it comes to interacting with others I:</strong>am generally courteous. I can come off a bit dry should my patience be tested.<br/><strong>I believe that:</strong>peace is precious. Laughter in a tavern, a couple gazing up at the stars, celebration at harvest's end; all these things and more are possible because of peace. No matter the reason, no matter the justification, war puts an end to them and marks us forever.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Equipment:</span></strong></div><strong>Weapons and Armor:</strong>Bow of silvery yew strung with elf hair. Broadhead arrows and a few bodkin. Hunting knife and dagger. Toughened jerkin, bracers.<br/><strong>I never leave home without:</strong>my family crest, attached to a silver chain I wear about my neck and keep hidden beneath my clothes. While it may be considered sentimental, the only purpose of the crest is to identify my body and have it returned to my people, should I fall.<br/><strong>When it comes to money I'm:</strong>never found with much. Outside of some mending and fletching material every now and then, I am seldom in need of gold.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Other Important Stuff:</span></strong></div><strong>When I'm scared I:</strong>used to have a habit of freezing in place when I was but a child. These days, I might end up overcompensating and attempt to solve the problem on my own, heedless of the consequences.<br/><strong>The thing I want most but would never tell anyone about is:</strong>to be free from my responsibilities, go where I would, and do as I wish, with whom I wanted. When did I become so selfish? Well. 'Tis a passing thought.<br/><strong>I'm lonely when:</strong>I watch a harvest festival in some small village from afar. There is something sweetly nostalgic to it. Memories come unbidden of more innocent days when all the world was fresh and new and simple in nature. I have joined such celebrations occasionally; but they must end sometime and the feelings return five-fold.<br/><strong>It hurts when:</strong>others are hurting. There are times my innate empathy threatens to overwhelm me, though those times are thankfully few and far these days.<br/><strong>The things you need to know about my past are:</strong>nothing terribly special. Not long after I came of age, I was already accompanying patrols near the boundaries of our land. I witnessed firsthand that this wilderness I had grown fond of was always under constant threat from something or another. The point was driven home when we watched men clear a portion for their settlement. There was nothing I, or anyone could do, for it was negotiated peaceably. Birds and animals fled as their homes in trees that had stood for ages, were destroyed. This was, apparently, the way of the world. I bitterly wished otherwise that day.<br/><strong>I wish to go to the Shadow because:</strong>duty compels me to investigate any promising leads should it prove a benefit for my people. Perhaps there are other, less selfless motives within my heart.<br/>And there they shall stay, for now.