Name: Deoradhán the Chronicler
Titles: Deoradhán, Chronicler, Grandpa
Age: 106 years old
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 5'7''
Weight: 170lbs
Alignment: Neutral Good
Appearance: A man who can only be described as ancient and wise. Little is known of the man's origins, and he himself admits to not remembering his name. What is known, kept track of with meticulous care, is his age, which seemingly belies belief. His face is wrinkled with old age and it seems as if he can barely hold his heavy eyelids open for long, concealing his already almost blind eyes. Many speculate on how he manages especially when he was in the care of his adopted granddaughter, Jun, however in truth the man has achieved such a ripened point in life that his originally minor skills as a Practitioner has blossomed into something grand; the ability to sharpen and empower his body. How one whose body intrinsically rejects magic was able to master such an art is dubious, but the old man's body is in remarkable shape. With a beard grown of old age and a sparse few locks of hair hanging down from his lower skull to his neck, he certainly fits the archetype of an old wise man. Deoradhán, as he is called, is rarely seen without the white and blue ceremonial robes that dub him as the Chronicler of a tribe on the Eastern Continent who worships the Goddess Pandora; an honor he considers entirely worth all his hardships in life.
Spells (Practitioner-exclusive): Archer's Eyes, Warrior's Might, Skin of Steel, Weight of Stone
Abilities:
Blessing of the Spirits: An extended lifespan and increased vitality received from one of ethereal origin, usually in death. It was acquired from Jun's mother as he mourned over her ruined corpse, taking in the remains of her life force.
Background:
Deoradhán the Chronicler, an ancient man whose past is shrouded in mist. He claims his origin somewhere from the Western World, deep in the forests where the Birdfolk reside. How he came to leave that land he doesn't say beyond his name, or rather title, Deoradhán, an archaic word for exile found amongst old ruins and manuscripts. The man whose knowledge is infallible has seemingly visited every corner of the globe to gather up legend and lore, and, despite much refute, claims to have even laid eyes upon one of the world's legends itself, a Dragon, in the far north of the Eastern Continent. Whatever his true story, the man, well into his seventies, finally settled down in a village dedicated to the Goddess Pandora after forging a fatherly bond with a stray elf who lived in the land's fog. He told rumor and story here and there until he became an idol and hero among the people, eventually being gifted with the title of Chronicler. Whether he remained in the tribe for the title or to watch over the elf he felt kinship to, the old man stayed for many years. The eventual slaying of the now blossoming woman was anguishing to him, however he found comfort in caring for his adopted granddaughter. His joy was short-lived here too, however, as she was abruptly chosen as a candidate to become the Tabernacle of Darkness to preserve the tribe's traditions. Despite Jun's departure, he remains in the small village, diligently telling his tall tales and, just maybe, waiting for the girl's return.