Althorin Faelisar

Althorin Faelisar is a 24 year-old Celestial Elf, born in Aurlûnor Velande, who now lives in Port Solanaria.

Appearance
Althorin is quite intimidating in appearance. He does not have substantial muscle but stands at 6'7 with dragon-like red eyes, a shaven head and often has a stern expression on his face. Other features include his pale skin and pointed elven ears. He most often wears a long dark green cloak with golden trim around its edges. The cloak's length means his hands are typically not visible and it entirely covers his shoes unless he is walking. It could be said that his choice of attire further exaggeratess his height.

Biography
Althorin used to be proud of the name Faelisar. The Faelisar's were a wealthy, noble elvern family in Aurlûnor. Althorin admired his father Thalion who wanted greatness for firstborn son. And Althorin's mother, Nalithra, was the best mother any elf could ask for.

There was one occasion when Althorin was a young boy, where his mother left on a visit to a town in Bardonia, but Thalion insisted the boy stay home. Althorin cried day and night, and the maids couldn't seem to help. Upon his mother's return Althorin was ecstatic, but his relief would be short-lived.

It was discovered that Nalithra had slept with a dwarf tavernkeeper in Port Solanaria, and had conceived a child. Thalion outraged and insulted by his wife's actions said he couldn't stand to ever see her or the bastard child she'd conceived, and cast her away. He grew bitter towards Althorin, he reminded Thalion of his former wife. He would remarry to an elf named Elaraeth, and would have two more children. Althorin's half siblings, Sylvanrin and Liraelle. But Thalion was never the father figure he once was to any of his children. Just a bitter, cynical man.

Soon after Althorin turned 24, his father arrived with news. Thalion would be travelling away from the family's estate, to Lhûmar, the capital city. Part of Althorin couldn't help but be glad when he heard this news, with his father gone he would finally have a chance to run things in a proper way.

“I see, I will take good care of our home father,“ responded Althorin.

“No, no. You will be travelling with me Althorin, your brother Sylvanrin will remain here to overlook the estate,“ said Thalion.

“Sylvanrin? But Father- I am the eldest, it is my responsibility to overlook our home while you are a-“ Althorin started.

“Althorin. You know that I can't leave you in charge here...“ Thalion sighed. Althorin gave him a perplexed look. “I have been meaning to explain this to you for a while, I don't see it fit that you be my first heir. Your mother is no longer a Faelisar and by extension that weakens your 'reputation' as one of us.“

Althorin stared at his father for a few seconds, not saying anything.

“We are leaving early tommorow morn-“ began Thalion, but Althorin stormed away before he could finish.

Despite his frustration, Althorin did pack his belongings ready for the trip. He knew from experience that arguing with his father did not achieve much. The next morning he carried out his luggage towards his horse, once he reached it he began tying his bags to the horse's back. Sylvanrin started approaching him from across the courtyard, wearing some overly opulent robe belonging to Thalion.

“Althorin! My brother,“ Sylvanrin said, treading carefully through the mud of the courtyard. “I could lie and say its sad to see you leave, but instead I'll thank you. You are free to return to 'my' estate at any time,“ he said, with a grin. Althorin tried his best to ignore his brother, as he climbed atop his horse. “Just be careful that you don't fall in love with any dwarves while your in the city. Father wouldn't be too happy,“ Sylvanrin said, Althorin just stared forward. Thalion approached alongside on his horse.