| 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
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
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