Twilight, Peridan

General Information

• Name: Peridan Durothil (Took the name Twilight)
• Race: Sun Elf
• Age: Approximately 250 years old
• Height: 5 foot 7
• Weight: 145 pounds
• Hair: Close cut, amber
• Eyes: Lost one eye, the other is a deep golden hue that glows faintly with arcane energy in battle.
• Titles: One Eye, Dog of the Legion
• Rank: His rank in the Sundarian Legion is that of a Centurio, and his specialty is under Praetorian

Appearance

This elf, while shorter than most humans in the Sundren Legion, carries himself with an air of authority that makes the difference seem inconsequential. His right eye is covered with a faded eye patch, lost in an event that he talks little about. While an elf, he is somewhat more heavily muscled and walks with a lithe grace marred only by a slight limp in his step that speaks of a severe injury in time past. His hands are covered in scars, as is portions of his chest and neck. On his left shoulder, a brand of the Legion is a faded mark against his skin. A frown is the dominant expression on his face, with only infrequent interventions by a smirk or a smile.

His armor looks to be well kept after, as is the rest of his gear. His armor is made of a silver mithril, and has the symbol of the Legion emblazoned on the top left corner of the breastplate. He wears the red cloak of a senior Legion officer, and frequently has to repair it due to the wear it sees. An exceptionally long katana hangs from his side in a black sheath, topped with a green gem in the hilt. The perfectly balanced and incredibly sharp blade glows when unsheathed, showing immaculate craftsmanship in the sword.

Personality

Peridan is a somber figure for an elf, even in comparison to his kin who have a reputation for being arrogant and elite. He can frequently be seen smoking a cheap cigar by himself, enjoying the silence and solitude of the wilds or campfires when he is not busy with other matters. When approached in conversation, he will immediately try to learn as much as possible about the person without seeming too obvious. Appearance, dress, body language, he takes it all into account in order to determine the nature of the individual and whether or not they pose a possible threat. Hunted by assassins for much of his career, Peridan has a thick shell of formality and mistrust when meeting people for the first time. However, when he gets to know a person thoroughly, he is able to open up bit by bit to the person, revealing a conflicted and jaded figure in himself.

To say Peridan believes firmly in law and righteousness would be a gargantuan understatement. He lives and breathes the steadfast belief that the law is created to do the best good for the people of Sundren, and that he will seek out an eliminate any threat to the well being of the populace. He has seen much in his time in Sundren as a soldier, and has come to accept that while evil exists in almost any circumstance, it is up to the few to continue fighting despite the futility.