sorry for the elder scrollsyness i was listening to the morrowind soundrack while writing
Indoril is the strong, silent type, preferring his actions to speak more than his words.
Though, once you crack him, he's the kind of Elf you'd like to have a beer or two with.
He's good at magic, and is up to help anyone who needs it, provided they pay him. He's
fatherly and will not try to let go of his twin daughters, even though they're pushing
IF he doesn't like you, however, he tends to prank before he kills. If he really hates
you, it's guaranteed that there will be blood.
Indoril was born to the Mencele dynasty, an affluent trading family. Because of this, he
had never even seen the Dark Forest until he was fifteen years of age. Until he was
twenty, he lived a fairly cushy life in the human capital of Corona, but he and his family
were traveling to see family when they were ambushed by an elven squadron. His parents
were killed, and he was left for dead. He was discovered and taken in by a Dark Elven clan
of spellswords, and he has lived there ever since. Forty years ago, he even fathered two
children: Aranea and Anara.
When he was forty himself, shortly before his daughters were born, he learned that Corona
thought he was dead. The buisness went to an uncle.
Indoril is tall, muscular, even though he takes the appearance of a late middle-aged
human. For a Dark Elf, he's at the top of his game. His hair is a dark black, peppered
with gray and white, and his downturned eyes are a permanent solid red, the mark of the
Dark Elf. They have well-earned wrinkles, and a scar slashes through his right one. His
nose is beaked, large, and his mouth is small. There are smile lines etched into the sides
His clothes are usually made up of armors, hewn from rough chitin and soft cloth.
Occassionally, he wears flowing robes.