Lirien Vaelor

Lirien Vaelor possesses a graceful and precise physical condition, his slender 5’5” frame a testament to centuries of elven training in Galmalenora, honed with an archer’s focus and an illusionist’s finesse that allows him to navigate wild outskirts. His delicate hands, marked by faint arcane traces from spellcasting, complement his lithe build, while pointed ears enhance his otherworldly presence, his pale skin glowing with an ageless vitality. At 617, his agile movements and keen senses enable him to draw his recurved bow with deadly accuracy and weave illusions with a grace, his silver eyes shimmering with curiosity and resilience shaped by the perils of his past battles.

SPELLCASTING  

• READ MAGIC
• AUDIBLE GLAMER (IL, 1st Lvl)
• DANCING LIGHTS (IL, 1st Lvl)
• PHANTASMAL IMAGE (IL, 1st Lvl)
• PHANTASMAL FORCE (IL, 2nd Lvl)

Lirien’s apparel and accessories reflect his elven grace and Galmalenora roots, featuring a flowing robe of forest green adorned with subtle illusion-etched patterns that shimmer faintly in the light, paired with lightweight elven sandals braided with roots and oak settings. His cloak, edged with a hood to blend into shadows, complements a vine clasp that ties back his platinum blonde hair, while a satchel slung across his slender frame holds spell components, a waterskin, a oak and silver inlined spellbook, and a small journal. He wields a recurved elven longbow with silvered strings and a quiver of about 20 arrows, a dagger, and a silver crescent moon hairpin gleams in his hair, a proud emblem of his heritage and a focal point for his magical artistry.   GENERAL EQUIPMENT    

• Magic-User Pack: writing ink and quill, parchment (5), scroll case(2), travel spellbook, hand mirror, 1 week rations, Torches (6), Tinderbox, glass vial (Weight 18.7 lb)
• Bag Option 1: Backpack, Weapon Belt, Large Pouch (Capacity: 45 lb / Weight: 2.2 lb)

Lirien Vaelor was born around Palesun 12, 1870, in Galmalenora’s Lirienvath district, where the gentle flow of the Twinned Lotus Run cradled his earliest days, his eyes catching the emerald glow of the Spire of Vigilance and igniting a fascination with illusions. Trained in archery and illusion magic under the city’s wardens, his slender frame grew graceful, his delicate hands bearing faint arcane traces as he mastered the bow marking his resilience and sly wit. Every decade would deepen his love for trickery, setting him apart from his distant elven kin as he began to explore the wilds beyond Galmalenora’s fortified walls, driven by a curiosity that would shape his destiny.   His journey took a pivotal turn at age 540, when Lirien outwitted a goblin patrol in the eastern forests using an illusion to mislead them before striking with precise arrows, a feat that honed his skill and fueled his spirit. Self-taught in survival and performance, he crafted his art by blending magic and archery to dazzle audiences while his study of storytelling and collection of said stories gave him a never ending love for his passion. A mediation of a Demihuman disputes showcased his diplomatic flair, though past heated debates of emotions left him wary, his platinum blonde hair often tied back with a vine clasp as he balanced his elven heritage with the freedom he craved beyond rigid traditions.   Now 617 in 2487, Lirien roams the human cities, his flowing robe billowing as he scouts and performs, his recurved longbow and illusional skills ready to outmaneuver any who show a threat. He is driven to preserve his art through performances in storytelling, his sly smile masking a wariness born from conflict. Amidst demihuman artists and Lavonian scouts, he finds allies who share his love for nature’s beauty, his silver eyes scanning for inspiration, as he uses trickery to protect and explore, honoring the fey spirits that he believes guide his chaotic path.

Lirien Vaelor’s religious views are deeply rooted in a reverent connection to fey spirits, whom he sees as the ethereal muses of his illusions and archery, drawing inspiration from their whispers in Galmalenora’s forests and the wild rhythms of wild outskirts, his actions a reflection of their mystical glow. He rejects the rigid human gods, particularly Sol’s structured worship, finding their doctrines stifling compared to the fluid magic he discovers in nature’s patterns—be it the flow of the Twinned Lotus Run or the dance of leaves under moonlight—guiding his Chaotic Good path. This reverence shapes his performances, where he offers subtle tributes to the fey, honoring their legacy while using their power to thwart those who seek to disrupt his free spirit as he seeks harmony with the natural world over human dogma.

Lirien’s social aptitudes shine through his charming demeanor with diverse folk, his silver eyes twinkling with a sly smile as he weaves tales and illusions to captivate demihumans, Lavonian scouts, and even skeptical humans in the wild outskirts, his melodic voice and graceful gestures winning trust with ease. He remains wary of rigid structures, his elven spirit recoiling from the strictures of human laws, often tilting his head and a small smirk in quiet defiance when faced with authority. Yet, he bonds deeply with those who appreciate the natural aspects of beauty, sharing thoughts and archery with demihuman artists and elven outcasts as he points out the elegance of a forest glade or the shimmer of his illusion-etched robe.