Falhen

Name story:

I wanted to chose something simple and elvish.

Character age:

28ish.

Character gender:

Male

Offsite roleplay:

This doll's character is not available for offsite roleplay.

Falhen was born to a Dalish clan in the Free Marches. His parents and clan loved him and treated him well but everyone noticed quickly something seemed to be wrong. Falhen wasn't talking like the other children, he barely made eye contact and would get sucked into the simplest things for hours, endlessly fascinated by a snail shell or a piece of driftwood.
Initial theories he may be a dreaming mage were proven wrong. The Keeper tried to work with him and while he had little more success than everyone else at getting the boy to engage with him he quickly figured out that Falhen was no mage, let alone a Somniari.
The Falhen grew older and fell behind his peers; getting words from him was still like pulling teeth even for his dear mother and it was even harder to try to bring him into the forests and hills and teach him the Vir Tanadhal . But one day a hunter and trader form another clan came to barter and Falhen was drawn not to him but to his special bow. It was longer and thicker than any of the ones his clan made.
Falhen walked right up to him and without a word began fondling the bow. The clan member chastised the teen aged Falhen for his rudeness but the hunter was unperturbed.
After talking to his parents he asked the Keeper permission to travel with the clan and try to teach Falhen to be a Dalish hunter.
His progress was slow but to everyone's amazement Falhen did take to his lessons. While he spoke no more than usual he learned he learned the tenets Vir Assan; Vir Bor'assan and Vir Adahlen because this hunter realized Falhen could understand better if he mimicked his motions.
Falhen has greater powers of focus than anyone realized and after years of training could hit a pheasant straight through the gizzard even in the pitch black of night.
His mentor showed him how to make a good living from the forest and how to survive even in the worst conditions. He went from being unable to separate from his mother and being nearly helpless to one of their best hunters.
To celebrate his transformation his went through the rite of manhood and earned his Vallaslin. Despite his progress and new status Falhen began drifting away from his clan. He no longer needed to depend on them and and would disappear for longer and longer spans of time. To his parents despair one day he simply never came back.
Falhen made his way over the Vimmark mountains and into the Planasene forest, which he found wonderfully suited to his needs. He made himself a tidy, and for the first time in his life a content living. He couldn't tell anyone but it was hard to look his own family in the eye. Too much information, too much going on, too much chattering, to much frustrating rule changes and everything always bending around the other way.
It was a much happier existence not having to worry about trying make himself clear and not being constantly exhausted trying to understand. He lived well, until a few years later another elf, an old mage came tumbling into his life. An overly chatty mage with silver hair and huge green eyes, pulling fire from his black staff and dragging with him smelly shemlen mercenaries and a whole war's worth of trouble.

Falhen

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