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REDLAN

Name: Redlan of Bitter Ridge

Age: Starting to Approach Middle-age by Elven Standards

Appearance/Race: A Northern Elf, Redlan is darker skinned than most of his kind, causing some to suspect that he has some Dark-Elf blood in him. Dark hair cropped short and swept back, his appearance is rigid and strictly maintained, belying his Military background (Along with his posture and constant mentions of his Military background, of course). Of Average Height for such an Elf, he is swift and thin, with elegant strides and attentive eyes. His nose is thin and long, as he is, jutting down from his heavy brows towards Thin lips and a cleft chin. Though he no longer wears his Armor, having had to let go of it years ago, he still wears the long White and Red Cloak of the Salhart Military, with their Emblem squarely over his back, a garment he obviously maintains with pride. It is clasped in front of him with a shining brooch, far more expensive than anything else on his person, which seems delicate and decorative at a glance, but under closer inspection is clearly designed for the wear of travel. Beneath the Cloak, his clothes are clean and simple, but not that of a peasant - he wears a white Shirt, with a high collar, and over it a waistcoat made of some rich and luxurious fabric, either black or dark purple depending on the light. His pants are simple and grey, high-waisted and straight, and his boots are tall and leather over their hems. Though he carries a bag when he travels, he is often found without it, as he stays in a place for quite a time once he has reached it.

Skills/Personality: An Elven Soldier, he is trained in Bow and Short Spear, skills which he still maintains. However, his real gift has always been talking; recounting stories from the past, his own or the world's. He has the odd gift of seeming to have all the words in a sentence lined up before he even begins to speak. Unfortunately, this can lead him to tell stories when none are wanted, or to carry on endlessly when no-one is listening. One thing you can expect, however, is that if he's telling a story, it's true, or as true as can be known. He does not seem to lie, nor even Embellish the stories he shares. Personally Redlan is a fairly kind and thoughtful man, though he has seemed troubled of late as his travels go on. He treats others with respect, and tries to avoid burdening them as best as he can, though it doesn't always work out that way. His sincerity is often tempered by his Dry sense of humor, cutting only when there is something to be cut. At the end of the Day, Redlan is the sort of man you can get an Ale with, spend an evening talking to, but years later, you won't remember him, though you Will remember the stories he told.

Bio: A Son of Sal, through and Through, Redlan was born and raised in the Salhart capitol of Salmouth, his Father a Soldier and his Mother a Soldier as well. His fate was sealed and settled the moment he came into the world, the moment he landed in the Nation of Salhart rather than the gentle south or the Scholarly West. There was a Blade in his Hand by the time he was Three; a Bow by Five, and a Spear by Eight. They were all as familiar to him as the clothes on his back or the fingers on his hand by the time he was becoming a man, a slower process as an Elf that only gave him more time to learn. As he was born into the Military Caste, he was born without a last Name, or at least forfeited his claim to one when he accepted his place in society. His identity came later, as he entered the great Army of Salhart and began to prove himself. Originally an Infantryman, Redlan proved himself in Goblin Raids and early skirmishes in the war against Cierre, surviving bloody battles and then helping turn the tide in bloodier ones. Always seeking quality soldiers, the hierarchy always kept him moving up, until he was leading small units and then taking command of an entire formation on the field. As the war against their neighbors grew more intense, Redlan was made an Officer, taking to strategy and Leading as well as Fighting. His career advanced, but he had little outside of it - the war kept him away from home for years, spending much of his life sleeping in army camps instead of his Bed, living with Soldiers instead of Family. It was his way, the way of his people, his way of life. From time to time he sought companionship, friendship or love, but he could never fully commit to any of it, eventually feeling that he would never have the time. As his experiences went on, he became war-hardened and wizened, learning from all of his battles and eventually fighting for many of the greatest leaders in the Army, serving under Knight-Commander Queldan when the Threat of the Darkness rose. Redlan fought against Hult and Minotaurus, fighting on the front line against the Dark Cause, personally in the great border skirmish and then the first siege of Hult. The war grew bloody and merciless, and victory and loss often came hand in hand. Eventually, in a terrible battle on a wide grassy field, Redlan was severely wounded, ran through by the spike atop a warhammer, left to die where he fell. The Tall grass hid him until a farmer from a nearby homestead found him and recovered him - it was for this reason alone that he was spared when the Dark cause overran the countryside. Eventually the Orcs found the homestead and enslaved everyone within - Having been treated by the Farmer, Redlan was luckily mistaken for a Farmer himself, as the Forces of Hult had taken to executing captured Soldiers, especially renowned fighters or officers, of which he was both. Captured and marched back to the dark fortress as a prisoner and slave, Redlan languished as a POW for Months upon Months, eventually being worked half to death when he was strong enough to work at all. It was during this time that he underwent a change of heart about the war, coming to doubt the point of it all. Eventually, the United armies of the North swept through the Dark cause, the Northern Alliance liberating prisoners, himself included. He returned to Salmouth and recovered while the Darkness was finally stopped. His injuries were too severe for him to return to the army, so he was honorably discharged and paid a pension for his many decades of service. Now, he is beginning his retirement, deciding to travel and see the world he had fought against for most of his life; to discover who he was outside of his armor and outside of the Army.

Weapons/Equipment: Many of his belongings are often left in his Room at whatever Inn he's staying in; among them are his spear, bow and quiver, as well as a trunk full of clothing and keepsakes from the wars he fought in.

Other: His Injuries in the war left him with a faint limp when he runs, and he grows winded quickly when exerting himself; he can still fight, but not for long.

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Okay oncers. Redlan, rulan, red warrior, great wolf of China, Mulan rouge, whatever. This needs to be a thing.

We need the love and so do they.

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Everybody ship Redlan with me.

Mulan x Ruby/Red

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