Alphard Til Alere

"What does one do when one loses what matters most?"


Name: Alphard Til Elere
Race: Elven
Age: 137
Height: 6’1"
Weight: 113
Eyes: Green
Hair: Light Blonde
Skin: Fair


I had always believed I was a born fighter, I joined the war trying to make my family proud, Ours was a lineage of warriors, so it was expected of me to follow suit. i quickly rose throughout the ranks as was expected of me.. but committed some terrible deeds along the way- which to this day I’m not proud of.

I used to think just like all of the elves, that the humans were a lower race. I was unmatched in the waltz of battle, A warrior and tactician befitting my family name.

It wasn’t until i finally met my match that i began to realize how far astray i had been lead. Years of teaching about Elven superiority had lulled me into a false sense of strength. While i was leading an ambush upon an enemy force, I was caught off guard. I underestimated what the enemy was willing to give up to win and i was left to die almost crushed by the falling walls of the castle i was supposed to siege. A human from House Mauclerc saved me and brought me back from the brink of death, this is the reason i cary there banner on my shoulder and keep it in such good condition.

For months i stayed with their family, learning and experiencing how similar our worlds really are. Their hospitality and kindness drastically changed my opinion of Humans. Since then i have been trying to atone for my sins and the sins of my people that i feel i carry on my shoulders.

One day, i hope to restore my people, and foster peace between all of the races.

Alphard Til Alere

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