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Children |
Kaylin K'Tral
Jason Arina
Julian Arina
Conlan Alcarin
Melaina Alcarin
Aisling Alcarin
Cathaior Alcarin
Anelain Alcarin
Avathar Alcarin
Galain Alcarin Jr.
Tysane Alcarin
Culaelin Alcarin
Gloraelin Alcarin
Menelanna Alcarin
Makilnar Alcarin
Vanyalin Alcarin
Marius Agrippa
Aarien Alcarin
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Grand Children |
Catelyn
Willem
Galen
Cassey
Carrick
Kiana
Rilya
Nendil
Cuivienen
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Suilad Mellyn. Elen síla lúmenn omentielvo.
I am Galain.
You’ll find me in many places... watching my back in a darkly-lit tavern, or battling sorceresses and evil lords, or lying within my lover’s embrace.
I am a wanderer, a seeker... a High Elf and creature of the forest who delights in the freedom of the outdoors -- the kiss of the sun and the caress of a summer breeze.
I follow the Light and this quiet lake is where I pause. Its glassy surface is enshrouded in a mist... Can I see my face in it? Or must I peer intently, my very self drowned beneath the depths.
I know I am Galain...
Who is Galain?
I am the son of Gareth and Delanna, the brother of Summerlin. My father is called the Most High Elder of my people, the Elen. My uncle, Adarin, is the King. His wife passed on to the Blessed Isles centuries ago without providing an heir and has never remarried. To my eternal dismay that leaves me facing the specter of responsibility one day. My sister will be our father’s replacement... For now she is an earth mage, 500 years my senior and forever trying to keep me in line.
My people are extremely long-lived, choosing to die when they no longer have an interest in life. My age varies depending on where I am -- ask me and I will tell you.
Elves are known for their magic, but I must admit to not paying attention when I should have. Chasing rabbits, flying fairies like kites, discovering what lay beyond the boundaries of the Forest -- those held more interest for me. I can cast balefire of the elven variety, travel by portal, hold handfire, but not reliably.
I suppose I am not hard to miss. I am six feet, two inches tall with what is called gold-blonde hair. My eyes have been called the color of the sea -- green/grey. I’m not as slight as one would imagine an elf to be -- especially a High Elf. My build is a little more muscular as a result of years in the woods, on the move and from various adventures. My ears are the characteristic pointed ones -- not exaggeratedly so, but enough that my race is quite obvious. I carry my great sword of elven steel strapped across my back and a dagger of the same steel in a boot. Occasionally I carry my bow and arrows. If I am not wearing my customary vest you’ll find that I carry a small dagger up my sleeve too. Overarmed? Perhaps. But past experiences with humans and others keep me cautious. A silver band on my left arm marks me as the the King’s heir.
I have had many lovers in my long life. The two who have affected me the most are introduced via the on the side.
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