Valenar Bladestorm (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=9021) Wildcard Fighter Wizard (Image thanks to Eternal Blade)<br/>(http://i1234.photobucket.com/albums/ff406/Cal_Eternal_Blade/Character/elvenwarrior.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Youth (birth -75):</strong>Valenar spent his youth as the oldest son to a merchant family. His youth was filled with various activities and studies from learning to play the violin and studying, to archery and swordsmanship. His life continued to be relatively easy as his father was even teaching him how to handle money properly and prepare him to take over the family business. That all changed around his 75th birthday when there was supposedly a terrible accident involving a house fire. Val had been out at the time collecting a payment of money from a nearby town when he got the news. His whole family had been caught inside the house during the night in a terrible fire that killed them all.<br/><br/>Upon returning to his home he did some digging and found out that the fire had not been an accident but had been deliberately set by a rival merchant house. When he asked around to find out why no one was doing anything to this house he found out that they had all either been bribed or threatened. Over the next week he sifted through the wreckage and ashes of his life searching for anything he could find. One the last day of searching as he was about to give up he found a hole in the wall that had not been touched by fire. Upon close examination he found a cloth wrapped object inside, and slowly pulled it out. Carefully wrapped up and hidden away presumably by his father, a relic from his days as an adventurer, the young elf found a sword in ornate scabbard with his family crest on it.<br/><br/>He carefully wrapped the sword back up in the cloth and headed back to the inn he was staying at in town. Once he was sure he was secure in his own room he once again removed the cloth and looked upon his fathers sword. He carefully removed the adamantine elven curve blade from it's sheath and looked at the inscription upon the adamantine blade, Vlos olplyn. It appeared to be elvish but almost as if in a sub dialect that he couldn't quite place. Deciding that could wait till later he placed the sword back into it's scabbard before placing it back in the cloth. The following morning he used the last of his money to buy up supplies and head out to grow stronger to one day avenge the dishonor that had been brought upon his family.<br/><br/><strong>Young Adulthood(80-100):</strong>Valenar had spent the next 20 years wandering around doing odd jobs to try and make a living. He had done everything from guard duty to stable hand, and had even spent some time as a librarian. During the five years as a librarian he began to study and play with the arts of magic. He found that he took quite easy to some of the beginner cantrips , and it was during this time that he discovered what was written on his Father's blade. The inscription Vlos olplyn was drow and it's literal translation was blood thief, and this only raised the question of why his father had a sword of apparent drow make. The entire time the young elf was doing these odd jobs he never forgot to things. The first was a person is only as good as their word and we need to stick to not only our words but our moral codes. The second thing was that anyone that tried to betray you or double cross you was fair game.<br/><br/>By his centennial birthday  he had managed to come across a rather gift. I old lady who had been out in the woods collecting things to sell at the market had stumbled across a rather unusual and strange egg. Feeling a rather strange pull towards the egg he asked the old lady how much she wanted for the egg. The old lady not sure how much it was worth told him she want 10g for it. Feeling this wasn't quite right Valenar gave the lady 20 platinum pieces instead, because he knew it had to be worth more and didn't feel right cheating an old lady. Her eyes had about popped out of her head at the sight of that much platinum and he had a feeling her life had just improved.<br/><br/><strong>The Egg:</strong>After he had gotten the egg he carefully place it into his pack and went to do some research. after countless nights of research he finally found out what the egg was, a Pseudodragon. After finishing up research into Pseudodragons he began gathering things to help raise the newborn creature. He hoped that be being present from it's birth the dragon would become his companion in his travels. He was unaware just how much of a trouble maker Sanguine was going to be. From the day the black Pseudodragon with red wing webbing was born the catlike behavior and mischievous little pranks never stopped, and the pranks haven't always been just on Val but also with anyone he has traveled with.<br/><br/><strong>Adulthood (101-134):</strong>After his companion was born and able to travel The two joined up with a mercenary company. Val knew it was a quick way to make decent money and would help him grow stronger. Plus with the news of a war in a nearby land he would be able to travel. Sadly this experience would not only harden the young elf into a somewhat dark veteran but it would also cause his moral code to shift just a bit. Val wound up working his way up from just a lowly soldier through skill hard work and battlefield promotions until he was the one running the company. It had taken 20 years of fighting before the war was finally over, and Val was able to hand the reins over to the others and sink into a bottle. He had seen and done things he would rather forget during those twenty years, so he became a bit of a drunk and a ladies man. It wasn't until Sanguine finally managed to talk some sense into him that he snapped out of the haze and nightmare.<br/><br/>For the next 13 years he began to hire himself out as a sell sword to anyone that would pay his fee. He would take almost any job as long as they didn't break his contract. The first part was that he would not kill women with children nor would he kill innocents. If those he was working with tried he would stop them personally. The second part was if you refused to pay you would have to deal with him and he would offer to work for your enemies for free as long as he got the money you owed him in the end. Third he never changed side in the middle of contract, but once the contract was completed or broken that was another story. He tried not to work against former allies unless they turned out to be rather evil in which case he would sometimes offer to help for a reduced fee just to teach his former employers a lesson, remember what happened to his family.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Val tends to be a bit gruff from time to time reflecting his decades of service as a mercenary. He sometimes has bouts of dark times but Sanguine usually helps snap him out of it along with playing his violin. At first he can be cold to others he works with knowing that contracts come and go and people die, but once he sees peoples skill and travels with them for a bit he begins to open up and joke around having a good ole time. He has a code of honor which he tends to follow to a tee but there have been cases where he has had to bend for his own survival and those of others. In a fight he can be a force of awe with both his sword and the spells he weaves sometimes making it look more like a dance then a fight. At the end of the day when all are gathered around the camp for the night we will offer to be the first on watch. Sometimes Sanguine gets the better of him with his pranks and he can be seen chasing the little dragon all over is a rather playful manner as he would never hurt his faithful companion<br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong>He is 6'2" tall with pale white skin that won't seem to tan no matter the time in the sun and red eyes that glow from time to time. He has a athletic build weighting in at about 130lbs of corded well packed muscle. He has medium length unruly black hair that seems to stick out in slightly random directions. He has a scar that runs across his left eye down his cheek which he got while protecting an employer from an assassination attempt. If he was to stand in front of you with nothing but a pair of shorts on you would see numerous scars on his legs and torso with a few on his arms. These scars have come from his decades of fighting in wars and as a mercenary. He also has a small dragon tattoo on his left upper arm done in red ink.<br/><br/><strong>Attire:</strong>He wears a black sleeveless top under his twilight mithral breastplate with long black pants that he keeps tucked into his knee high boots. He wears a long black scarf-like cloak around his neck. He also wears a pair of gloves made of black leather that go half way up his bicep with hidden wrist sheaths. He keeps Vlos olphyn stuck through his belt on his left hip. He has a bandoleer full of various items and daggers strapped across his chest from his right shoulder to his left hip. He has a nice well weathered haversack that he carries on his back as well as a quiver full of arrows and a nice ebony composite longbow slung over his shoulder. Sanguine tends to perch on his shoulders as he travels taking to the air during combat.