Name: Narluèn
Race/Class: Grey-Elf Wizard
Age: 144
Height: 5'5''
Weight: 130lb
Appearance: Silver Hair, amber eyes, skinny.

[i:118531b915]Personal History:[/i:118531b915]
Narluèn Naraskedel was born as the only child of his elderly cleric parents in the mountain halls where all his forefathers had lived. As his parents’ activity level fell they rarely bothered to test him physically, but much preferred to test his mind, which they did at every opportunity. Due to this and his natural aptitude, he had a vast knowledge of elven history by the age of 7.

He usually preferred to spend time in the family library than to go out and play. In particular he enjoyed studying in the Arcane magic section, and would read anything he could find on this subject. His parents knew little of the specific practice of magic outside of that known by all elves. They valued knowledge above all things and had built the biggest private library in the village. When Narluèn inquired about the magical books, his parents would dismiss his questions and would direct him to other, more clerical books. It was clear that they wanted him to follow in their footsteps; in fact, they could barely imagine any other path for their young son.

Narluèn was 30 before he dared attempt to cast one of the many spells he had read about over the years, a levitation spell. It did not prove easy. It took 10 years (and the patience of his kind) before Narluen was even able to levitate pebbles. By the age of 90 he knew by heart the theory of many common spells, but his practice of them was still poor at best. His parents still wanted him to become a cleric like themselves, and persisted in teaching him the way of dedication and prayer. After some soul-searching, Narluen realized that his parents would never help him to follow his own wishes, but would always want him to do things their way. Therefore, he decided that if he was to become a wizard, he would need to leave the village of his childhood and find a teacher. Narluèn worked on his own to prepare some potions that he thought might help him, and then embarked on the journey to the other side of the mountain range.

It was an arduous trek, and on many occasions Narluen thought he would be killed – if not by the creatures he hid from in fear, then by the elements themselves. When he reached the other side of the mountains after many days’ journey, it was with tired relief that he walked into the settlement that he found there.

He was greeted by an elderly grey-elf wizard, who, unbeknownst to Narluen, had been magically calling him after becoming aware of the presence of another magic-user in the area. The old elf’s name was Tirral, and he was happy to take the younger elf under his wing. Narluen gratefully accepted the offer to become Tirral’s apprentice, and he stayed with him there in the village. Gradually, he learnt how to use the spells that he had long ago copied into a rudimentary spellbook. He also learnt that the potions he had made before leaving home were useless, but his tutor educated him in the basics of alchemy, so that he learned to brew potions with real magical power. After several years, the time finally came when the elderly wizard told him that he should leave; he could only learn more now by applying his skills in the world.

Narluen decided it was time to journey back home to see his family again. When he arrived at the village gate, several elves stopped him at the gatehouse.

“Halt! Who goes there?” they said,
“I am Narluèn Naraskedel, I was born here and have now returned.”
“Enter Narluèn, but we should warn you that your parents are no longer at the peak of their health.”

Narluèn found that his parents were now bedridden and ill. After some time, he realised that he had left one of his potions behind and it had contaminated their drink. The best elven healers said that they might only last another 20 years without a cure. Narluen determined that he would go out into the world to find a cure. He would not return home again without the means to save his parents’ lives.

[i:118531b915]Personal Philosophies:[/i:118531b915]
Follow your own path, not somebody else's
Make your own decisions
Atone for your mistakes
Always look to improve
Don't harm a friend

[i:118531b915]Grey-elven Culture:[/i:118531b915]
Grey-elves are more aloof than normal elves. Their naturally high intelligence leads them to believe that they are above all other creatures. Grey-elves are happiest among their own kind.

[i:118531b915]Wants:[/i:118531b915]
To find the antidote
To become a great Wizard
To be recognised as a wizard by his parents.

[i:118531b915]Fears:[/i:118531b915]
That his parents will die before he can find a cure
To be forced to do the will of someone else
That he will lose his magical abilities
That he will not see another grey-elf again