Name: Morgan
Age: 364
Race: half elf
Sex: male
Description:
He is 5’6 and weighs 123 pounds with a pale skin but on the darker side. He has faint dark green eyes, with long flowing black hair, held back by a small velvet red band around his head that holds his hair off to the side beginning at his ears and going back around too the other ear. His eyebrows are short but dense and the hairs are short so they are almost right on his head and besides that he has no facial hair on his body. The only two visible imperfections on him are a large bite mark from his left shoulder blade to his right waist bone that looks like the swipe continued off his body. Also a deep sword gash across his chest that cut about half way into his right part of the collarbone from there going down to right under the left rib cage and up and under it close to the heart.
Bio:
He was born 267 years after the fall of the Great Lord Rand Al’thor. During child birth his mother died, which leaving him an orphan. He was taken into a human lord’s family, House of Arthena. He grew to adulthood among the conspiracies and counter-plots of a High House, leaving him an adept, albeit ruthless, politician. By the age of 13 he was accepted into the Mages Guild which he spent the next 20 years studying in. During this time he focused on inflection magic. At the age of 33 he was back at his family’s manor to finish his lessons in combat with the family blade master. Within the next three years the Great House Landorean went to war with the empire his human family is loyal too, the Great House Andoren. The following year he and his stepfather with the other high lords raised armies and set off to war. The third year into the war his stepfather died at the hands of the Imperial guard, along with his army. Within the year the Great House Andoren fell and all of the lords and their families were slain, in hiding, or fled. He accompanied the remaining soldiers, who went into hiding for the next few years as the Landoreans continued their war which engulfed the rest of the mainland. Slowly, Seekers (highly skilled Landorean shock troopers/assassins) found and slew the remaining bands of soldiers. His group was one of the last to fall, and in the battle he obtained a horrible wound, yet the Silent Mistress looked kindly upon him: he lived. Now he resides in a small town north of the Burma Forest, where he out lived the empire and lives peacefully. He lives in a small villa built on a plot of land stretching 5 acres with a small orchard and a pond. He has a red tailed hawk as his a companion he trained it to hunt, and then linked it to himself as a familiar. He is a well-off man now, a collector of relics and magically bound objects of the past.

Equipment:
Armor: Eleven Mail
Main weapon: Long Sword enchanted with cold magic
Side Arm: Mithril Dagger
Miscellaneous: Ring of true Sight, Arcane Robe