| Player Name | Roastededdy |
|---|---|
| Relatives | None |
| Languages | Common, Elvish, and Sylvan |
| Affiliations | "I'll perform for any audience." |
| Aliases | "The Elf with a Thousand Lives" (Self Proclaimed) |
| Place of Birth | Shadespar |
| Species | Shadar-Kai Elf |
| Height | 5'11" |
| Weight | 120lbs |
| Eye Color | Grey and pupilless |
Physical Appearance
"When the gods crafted me they ran out of dye."
At 5'11 and 120lbs, Avel is rather tall and lanky for an elf, almost giving him the appearance of being malnourished. His features a series of contrasts: his raven-black hair is kept short and slicked back from a pale face, where one pupiless, solid grey eye holds a curious intensity, the other concealed permanently behind a leather eyepatch. His corpse-like pallor and stillness, however, are heavily undercut by the way he carries himself. Avel is perpetually in motion, his restlessness channeled into the lithe, dexterous grace of a seasoned acrobat and performer.
Like most Shadar-Kai, Avel has grey, lifeless skin, the perfect canvas for his wide variety of scars and tattoos.
Tattoos:
- The Cinder Rose (Center of Chest): A beautifully detailed, vibrant red rose tattooed over his heart. If asked, he'll claim he won it in a bet with a fire genasi by catching a hot coal with his bare hands. The truth is, he paid a small fortune for it because he thought it "contrasted poetically with his grey skin."
- The Word "Lucky" In Common (Rib Cage): The "L" is smudged, he got it the second he set foot on the material plane, but the cart he was getting it in hit a bump.
- A Laughing Skull (Left Shoulderblade): A skull with it's head thrown back in laughter, a nat 1 clutched in it's teeth. He got it after a performance was completely ruined by accident, but the audiences' laughter was almost worth the pay he didn't get
Scars:
- Rope Burn (Both Palms): Tried to slide down a bell tower rope on a dare, learned the hard way why sailors wear gloves.
- Knife Gouge (Right Eye): From attempting to juggle knives on horseback. The horse, apparently, wasn't having as much fun as he was.
- Scrape Scars (Right Elbow and Knee): Started a fight with a heckler at a bar and needed to make a hasty escape after his friends moved to back him up. Unfortunately, the tavern owner did not secure his roofing well enough.
Personality
Avel's personality belies his grim appearance with dramatic flair and thrill-seeking. Every choice is guided by the need to feel alive and in danger.
To others, Avel is bright, charismatic, and maybe a little overwhelming. He treats battles like deadly performances and conversations like improv. This makes people view him as irresponsible or flippant, but it's simply that he's more concerned with the story than his safety.
However, his roots still rear their heads sometimes with bouts of sarcasm and gallows humor. Avel's home is a constant reminder of his own mortality, but he simply uses this as fuel for his thrill-seeking, determined to burn bright enough for the world to see.
History
Avel was born in the bleak and emotion-draining Shadowfell. He fled that stagnant realm, rejecting its pervasive gloom in a relentless pursuit of sensation. Now a traveling acrobat and daredevil, he chases the thrill of roaring crowds and near-death experiences, ensuring his life is a brilliant flash of feeling. He's come to the badlands seeking the ultimate stage, believing its raw danger is the purest adrenaline he'll ever find
Powers and Abilities
Avel primarily fights with swords, eschewing more traditional bard fighting styles by putting himself directly in harms way. His spellwork is suited for complimenting his melee fighting, creating opportunities for precision strikes for both him and his allies.
