| 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[edit | edit source]
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:[edit | edit source]
- 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 its head thrown back in laughter, a nat 1 clutched in its 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:[edit | edit source]
- 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[edit | edit source]
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[edit | edit source]
Avel was born in the narrow alleyways of Shadespar, Jewelspar's Shadowfell counterpart. For the majority of his life, Avel drifted around the city, scavenging and scrapping. One day, the elf happened upon one of the portals between the Shadowfell and Material Plane. Curious, Avel scouted it out, finding himself inside one of Jewelspar's many libraries. What started as simple curiosity, turned into an obsession as Avel read fable after tall tale after legend, absolutely enamored with stories of valiant heros and dastardly villains. Months pass as Avel consumes shelf after shelf of books, until one day he hears it, a strange, voiced, sucking in and out of air, laughter. In that moment, a star was born, the elf determined to become a hero worthy of legend, to inspire vibrancy in other's lives.
Avel packed his belongings and fled the Shadowfell, stepping out into the borderline overwhelming sensory experience that is the material plane. Vibrant colors, loud crowds, and that radiant, searing, sun! It was an alien world, ready to explore and entertain. Starting small at dive bars and inns in the outskirts, Avel developed a routine of pursuing danger to thrill the crowd. Gradually, the leaps of faith grew higher, the blades sharper, and the dangers greater. Avel pushed himself to greater and greater thrills
Months into his performing career, Avel heard the call to the badlands, rumors of a lawless wasteland that invited all manner of challenges, the ultimate stage to perfect his art. Avel will need more than just fast hands and cheap tricks. In the badlands, there's no restraint, no civilization, and no safety nets, and he couldn't be more excited.
Powers and Abilities[edit | edit source]
Avel primarily fights with swords, eschewing more traditional bard fighting styles by putting himself directly in harm's way. His spell work is suited for complimenting his melee fighting, creating opportunities for precision strikes for both him and his allies.
