Kaelrin Darethar – Backstory
Kaelrin was born on the edge of Mistledale, where the wild green of Cormanthor Forest meets the open farmlands of men. His mother was an elf of the deep woods, his father a ranger of the Dalelands, and together they raised him between two worlds. From his mother he learned the quiet patience of the forest, from his father the vigilance and resolve of the frontier. His childhood was simple and full of wonder, marked by nights beneath the stars and lessons whispered in the rustling of leaves.
That peace ended when the drow rose from the Underdark. Their attacks swept through the borders of Cormanthor, leaving fire and ruin in their wake. Kael'rin 16 at the time was not allowed to fight, his father forbade it. Kaelrin’s mother went to face them, believing it her duty to defend the forest she loved. She fell beneath the trees she had sworn to protect, struck down by black-fletched bolts as the shadows swallowed the light. His father fought on, driven by grief and rage, until two years later he too was killed defending a caravan from another raid. When Kaelrin buried him beside the remains of their old home, he knew the Dalelands would never feel like home again.
Kaelrin left soon after, 18 years old now, traveling south through the Heartlands until he reached Amn. He did not come seeking vengeance but escape, hoping that distance might dull the ache of memory. The bustling city of Murann offered noise, life, and the illusion of peace. Yet even here, surrounded by stone and sea, he feels the pull of his mother’s world and the quiet rhythm of the wild that runs in his blood. He works as a guide and a sellsword, lending his bow where it is needed, but beneath the sarcasm and easy humor lies a man searching for meaning. Kaelrin hopes that by learning more about the elven heritage he barely knew, he might finally understand where he belongs.
Kaelrin finds comfort in the simple things: the scent of pine, the hum of a bowstring, and the laughter shared beside a campfire. He enjoys the company of travelers and often masks his unease with quick wit and dry humor. Though he carries sorrow, he does not let it define him. His heart remains kind, and when trouble rises, he stands his ground without hesitation.
Description
Kaelrin Darethar is a young half-elf of lean build, his frame shaped more by endurance than strength. His sun-touched skin and sharp, angular features reflect his mixed heritage, and his lightly pointed ears peek through tousled light-brown hair. His green eyes hold both mischief and melancholy, the look of someone who has seen too much yet still finds reasons to smile.He wears worn leathers in muted forest tones, practical and well cared for. A longbow often rests across his shoulders, its grip polished by years of use. Kaelrin moves with the easy quiet of a hunter, each step measured and deliberate. Despite the grief that shadows his past, he carries himself with quiet confidence and a spark of humor, a reminder that even the weary can find light along the road.
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