Description: Richter Erateus, born in the Elvish White Wood Forest, stands about five foot six feet tall and weighs a slight one hundred thirty five pounds. His slightly tanned skin contrasts with his snow-white hair, which he wears long and pulled back in a ponytail, reaching about mid back and covering his pointy ears. Looking into his blue grey eyes you would get the impression of a calming storm, which may put you at ease, and simultaneously arouse your interest. His girth is slim, but he is well toned with hardly an ounce of fat on his body. You would miss his inner strength if you were not particularly aware, and would surely miss his masculine grace, unless you were giving him undue and undeserved attention. His face is smooth, and flawless in the commonly fine chiseled elvish way, causing many a human woman to have contempt for its perfection of tone. He dresses primarily in sky tones, and darker blues, most commonly in loose fitting garments. His clothing is light and allows the mobility which would be necessary in a stealth oriented warrior. He is calm and collected, having a temper as cool as the frozen trees of Ice Wood, and as forgiving as one of the life giving oasis's in the great Sun Desert of Suun. Richter is greatly fearful of felines though he cannot explain the cause. When in the presence of a feline he gets nervous and jumpy. Aside from that phobia he is a calm individual, fully able to hide his fears from others when in a challenging situation with pride. If you were to judge him amidst a compromising situation he might appear arrogant and haughty, but if you were to greet him in a bar he would treat you as a friend and an equal. Ignorant to the fact that the elves shunned him at birth he treats them with respect as he would most any other, but when it comes to humans he has an inward distrust caused by his grandfathers stories of the war and his parents teachings. It is Richter's nature to believe that everyone deserves a chance to show their "true face", but is very reluctant to give second chances.
History: Richter was born to the humble herb farmer, Orilion Erateus and his wife Lyzella the weaver. The two of them lived in the Elven village of Cold Leaf where they prospered at their careers. One season the herb harvest was better than ever and one of Lyzella was honored that the King of the Elves, Donchaveyolightson bought one of her fine tapestries. They were both the happiest they ever remembered being that they decided that it was time that they should have a child to share this joy with. And after a while Richter was born on the twelfth day of Jalenon in the year 706SR. He was quite an unusual child born with fine white hair common to elven elders. The village priest saw this as a bad omen and demanded that they remove the child from the village. The priest's family and the Erateus family had a long-standing family feud between them, but no one in the town would believe them over the priest of the village.
Orilion and Lyzella could not abandon the child for they loved their child deeply, so they left the village to go live alone in the forest maybe by leaving this moronic feud would be put to an end. Orilion built a house and a sheep pen and Lyzella made Richter clothes. There was much hardship in the beginning of their new life mainly to do with the wild cats of the forest hearing the babies cry and hoping for an easy snack. Fortunately Orilion was a semi-capable fighter, and was able to kill most the wild cats that broke into the house. One such great cat actually got to the crib and attempted to snatch Richter up in its jaws but got only a blanket. The wild cat was killed before it could try again. Once Richter was past being a toddler he started helping his father with farming and food gathering and helping his mother with shearing the sheep. His parents decided to start teaching him other skills besides basic farming and sheep shear, like elven etiquette and about the land. One day Richter was working in the field and an aging elven man rode up to the house on a white steed, the man turned out to be Richter's grandfather, Altrol. Altrol was a veteran who fought in the war of the elves; he was the source of all of Richter's weapon skill and lore. Altrol made sure to teach him the basics of riding a mount, the proper way to attack from a mount and how to set weapons to receive a charge. During one of Richter's training session three starving orcs driven to insanity by their hunger stumbled upon the house and charged at Richter and his mentor. The fight seemed to last for an eternity, but in truth was only a few minutes in length, yet those few minutes were enough to wound Altrol to the point that walking without a cane was a tedious chore. Richter killed one orc and the other two fled back into the forest. After the battle Richter looked at the orc for most of the day while Lyzella tended Altrol's wound. He wondered if the orc had a family and how they would feel now knowing that they no longer would have a father to rely on. The following day Altrol reassured Richter that the feeling fades "It seemed to me that every time I kill, the pity I felt for my victim faded", and reassured Richter that if he hadn't killed the orc it would have killed him and his family.
Orilion and Lyzella realized that Richter was grown and could tell he was tired of being stuck near the house all day. Richter had a tendency to leave into the woods and return days, sometimes weeks later. The present Erateus family had a conference and told Richter that he should be free in the woods as he desires and that the rest of the family would return to the village, and Richter agreed. Orilion and Lyzella decided that, because they were parting, Richter should keep the house, after all they would never have need of it again, and if they did Richter would be more than happy to let them stay there. Before they were ready to leave Altrol invited Richter to a remote pond, it seemed that this was a very important occasion. At the pond Altrol informed Richter about the sword that he had trained with, the sword was an Erateus family heirloom passed down to the most able warriors of the family. Forged by his father then passed down to him during the time of the elf war, and now to Richter and whatever exploits await him. " I am proud that you have become almost as great a warrior as I was." he said with a wry smile, "And trust in you that you will guard the sword and pass it down to a warrior of your own someday." With that Altrol took his leave, to join Orilion and Lyzella who were packed and ready to leave. After all the final good-byes were said they started their long trek back to Cold Leaf village. After staying in the house for a week all alone, memories of the past started to depress Richter, and he decided he should leave for a while, so he began gathering up the necessities needed for prolonged survival out in the wilderness. With all he would need he left to see if anything new was happening in the area. He saw nothing new in the forest that he hadn't already seen. As he was wandering a part of the forest that was farther than he had ever been he came upon a green pasture and a young shepherd in her early twenties tending her flock of sheep. At that point he remembered his flock back home which he no longer needed, perhaps the girl could use the addition to her flock. Not wanting to startle the woman, he used Altrol's teaching of sneaking through the woods without a sound. He crept to about thirty feet behind her, and as he was about to make his presence known a loud voice boomed "Hey you!" Richter turned to see a tall slender man dressed in dark garb and a black cape and wielding a short sword, he seemed prepared for a bit of sword play. Richter drew his sword in defense, poised to let off a series of quick attacks should his opponent get to close for comfort.
Statistics:
Richter Eratuse High Elf
Warrior Lvl 1
AL CG Religion: Baerven Wildwanderer
Age 110 Sex M Siblings: None
Ht 5'8" Wt 190
Hair White Eyes Blue
ST 13, DX 15, CN 10, IQ 13, WS 10, CH 11
HP 10, AC 8
Proficiencies:
Languages: Common, High Elven
Weapon: Bastard Sword (Specialization), Long Bow, Two-Hander Style Specialization
Non-Weapon: Agriculture, Direction Sense, Hunting, Survival (Forest), Fire Building
Equipment: Eratuse Sword, Long Bow, Dagger, Padded arm armor, Backpack, Soft Boots, Belt, Small Belt Pouch, Loose white pants, Blue Tunic, Sword Sheath, Quiver, 24 Flight arrows, Common Robes, 3 days of Rations,
