Baelarael

Gender: Male


Age: 18


Race: Half Human / Half Sun Elf


Nationality: Capitol Landing



Appearance: Tall and lithe, Baelarael has an athletic build developed over the years of running, climbing and fighting. He has long flowing blonde hair with a small braid either side of his face. He has the height of his human heritage and the ears of his elven with piercing green eyes. He moves gracefully with the poise of a natural born fighter. He owns very little in terms of clothing and what he does wear is well worn and washed through with his clothing looking faded.



Personality: Baelarael was abandoned at a young age and raised on the streets by the lowest of the low class. He can't remember his parents, and no one knew who they were. This resulted in him growing up with an empty feeling not knowing his heritage or family and has built in him a drive to do whatever it takes to survive and make a name for himself. Growing up his dreams where of glory on the battlefield winning honour and glory, his reality was fighting hunger, starvation and those who would use them for any gain they could. He has a very questionable morale compass due to his need to steal beg and borrow as a child to be fed, however he does draw a line and wanton cruelty and taking from those that have nothing themselves. He is a very gregarious person and finds it easy to talk to anyone deploying charm, humour and guile as required. At his core he is ambitious and driven and will do what it takes to get where he wants to be.



History: Baelarael doesn't know where he was born, or where he has come from. Abandoned at a young age in the Capitol Landing he grew up on the streets among the poverty and desperation of the poorest and lowest class in the city. Every day he would see the polar opposite as the highborn nobility travelled in the confines of luxury with palanquins, wagons and guards to keep the riff raff away. His nights were spent in the orphanage but during the day he would roam the city practicing his pickpocketing and when required stealing food and escaping from the guards. He ran and climbed all over the city developing a lithe, athletic build from the daily exertion.

As he got older the natural progression was joining the local gang that other boys and girls had formed to fight for their little scrap of the city and the right to pick pockets and liberate food. They would sit and talk about breaking into a noble manor and being set for life, but this was a pipe dream, and they all knew it. The guards all but left them alone as long as they pestered their own kind in their own section of the city, the occasional chase and a few nights locked up with a beating was all they had to fear from the law. Go into the middle-class section of the city and it would be jail at the least if they dared enter the noble quarters to pilfer, they doubted they would get back out.

The gang rarely robbed for wealth, not that there was much of that about and they never targeted their own area, that was an unspoken rule. They took only what was needed to survive and would raid into other gang's territory to steal bread and scraps. If someone from a richer side of the city wrongfully trespassed into their section, then the pickpocket skills would be deployed, on a few occasions a mugging occurring. The gang's fought each other usually unarmed or with makeshift clubs, very rarely a dagger might be produced but those were coveted and prized possessions.

Baelarael was not content in this life and didn't want to fight or scraps. He intended to travel to the Ash Lands and make a name for himself there with his quick hands and wit however one day in the market he heard of the Martial Academy and how they opened the doors once a month to potential novices. His boyhood dreams of glory and honour came flooding back to him and he resolved to do whatever it took to join the Academy and make a name for himself.