"Spark of the Patient Hand" - Artisan of Evermeet
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꧁♦★ "And still he stood, with the passing of the hour and a great many days, for therein his craft he saw rebuke of failure to Corellon's esteemed name." ★♦꧂
The supreme grace of the Protector emboldens the almost regal bearing of the elf that you see. For he is Ar'Tel'Quessir, early still in his fate's long road towards ultimate perfection. With staggering confidence and devotion unending does he face the winds that bore him and his craft to the Far Star to this end, having surmounted the many perils along the way through rather mysterious means so that his inspiration may be found.
Keen and eager are his emerald eyes when facing his people, and his hair is strewn of lengthy golden blonde, crowned by a simply-winding circlet which he cherishes dearly and maintains so with great pride. In the event that he were to fail to, he would seclude himself and ask forgiveness in prayer and meditation, invoking certain names with reverence.
Prosperity and allure bellows in his voice, enchanting the tongue of his people with great fervour as he seeks to uplift their hearts in their time of need, though it is his manners and presence which gives comfort more often. However, this does not extend to the N'Tel'Quess, whom he scrutinises with utmost suspicion and rarely, if ever, addresses. For in the wake of the Longest Year and its devastation of Evermeet, he believes in the beauty and unity of his people above all others, aspiring to staunchly maintain the Elven ways as true as those whose land he deeply respects and now walks.
Varied are the silks upon him; yet indeed, they are simple expressions of admiration and honoured duty to the People, including those of the Wealdath. On occasion, robes of red and gold are worn, though the colours of the forests adorn his usual, silver-white and gold garbs; the deep colours of the seas do not stray long from his outfits, either. The brooch of an emerging flower adorns one such robe - a symbol of his house, perhaps.
Keen and eager are his emerald eyes when facing his people, and his hair is strewn of lengthy golden blonde, crowned by a simply-winding circlet which he cherishes dearly and maintains so with great pride. In the event that he were to fail to, he would seclude himself and ask forgiveness in prayer and meditation, invoking certain names with reverence.
Prosperity and allure bellows in his voice, enchanting the tongue of his people with great fervour as he seeks to uplift their hearts in their time of need, though it is his manners and presence which gives comfort more often. However, this does not extend to the N'Tel'Quess, whom he scrutinises with utmost suspicion and rarely, if ever, addresses. For in the wake of the Longest Year and its devastation of Evermeet, he believes in the beauty and unity of his people above all others, aspiring to staunchly maintain the Elven ways as true as those whose land he deeply respects and now walks.
Varied are the silks upon him; yet indeed, they are simple expressions of admiration and honoured duty to the People, including those of the Wealdath. On occasion, robes of red and gold are worn, though the colours of the forests adorn his usual, silver-white and gold garbs; the deep colours of the seas do not stray long from his outfits, either. The brooch of an emerging flower adorns one such robe - a symbol of his house, perhaps.
꧁♦★ "And still he bore, too, the lament of night's veil in each reach forth unto solemn stars; in each spark, the passion to weave late flame into light again." ★♦꧂
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