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, Hound 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 ideal that the law is created to do the best good for the people of Sundren, and that it is his duty to 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. He has lost friends and lovers in his time in Sundren, but he doggedly continues on doing his job as what his enemies like to call him, "The Hound of the Legion."

Peridan also has a profound faith in the Seldarine, or elven gods. In particular he worships Corellon Larethian, the Father of all elven people. His faith has be tried and tested through the long time he has fought, and remains a bedrock for him to rely on. In fact were it not for his dour attitude, foul language, and in general cussedness, he might have ended up a Champion of Corellon.

Background

Peridan comes from the elven isle of Evermeet, a fortress of the elven way of life. He is descended from one of the royal lineages of Sun Elves, considered by many to be the first Sun Elf family to come to Aber Toril. Shedding his name Durothil after certain events, he took up the moniker Twilight after the style of fighting that he employs: that of the Nael' Kerym, or Dusk blades.

Origin

Peridan's original surname was Durothil, one of the most powerful families on the Green Isle of Evermeet. Born and raised there, he displayed absolutely no aptitude for bladesinging, his chosen profession. Fortunately, his trainer called in an acquaintance of hers who taught him the forbidden arts of the Duskblade, or Nael' Kerym.

His name was Teveriel Oussea'lylth, and he was a Moon elf who had been taught by his father, and so forth through the ages back to the original split between the Duskblades and the Bladesingers. He was also a master smith and enchanter, well sought after in the Evermeet noble's courts. Teveriel taught him how to cast spells through his sword, and to wear armor during battle while doing so. However, due to this lost art's potential embarrassment to the Durothil House, Peridan kept it a secret and wore mithril armor to hide his abilities.

His training complete, he traveled Faerun with Teveriel, perfecting his techniques and learning the rudiments of enchantment and smithing from him. It was in this area that Peridan displayed talent, so Teveriel took it upon himself to teach him everything he knew. However, he sadly would never have the chance.

On a trip back to Evermeet, Peridan and Teveriel arrived just before an attack by a fearsome devil and his minions with a grudge against Evermeet. Peridan and Teveriel were stuck outside the defenses just before the initial strike, and so had to fend for themselves.

A group of devils appeared before them, and Teveriel knew that Peridan and he were no match for the powers of the Hells. Even if Teveriel survived, Peridan would not and the master Duskblade made a choice that would haunt Peridan every day of his life. Teveriel cast two spells as soon as the devils appeared. The first was to knock Peridan back a good hundred feet, and the second was a banishing spell to give them some time. Peridan grunted as he soared over the devils, but was caught by one in particular named Fadry'loch.

The devil smiled at Teveriel as he pulled Peridan close and tore his eye out with one gnarled talon. Seeing his disciple screaming in pain, and in range of the banishing spell, Teveriel did the only thing he could: cast a transposition spell between him and Peridan. The two swapped places, and Peridan was safe from the spell while Teveriel and the devils vanished in a flash of light. As more troops landed from both sides, Peridan screamed his frustration and rage as he saw his teacher vanish into the Planes, and took it out of the enemy in a flash of spell and blade. However, a few of the elves on his own side saw him casting in non-mithril armor gained from his journeys into Faerun, and saw the magical effects spill from the tip of his sword.

When the war was over, Peridan stood on the shore, waiting for a ship to leave the Green Isle. Suspicions were aroused about his abilities, and his teacher was no more. Even worse, Kymil was part of his own house, albeit a minor one within the Durothil name. He had decided to continue to travel, and learn more of the passions that drove him to create. His master lost in the planes, most likely dead, his name in tatters, he shrugged it off for the common equivalent of Nael'Kerym: Twilight.

The elf boarded the ship with his new eye patch in place, looking at his home for what he thought was the very last time.