Barandir

Barandir is a Half-elven warlock currently tasked with exploring the wilds of Eskarya.

He wields the magical sword Terpsichore, gifted to him by his father, the Archfey Kalandaer.

Background (as told by the Baron)
Why, I should think that I was a knight, or something of that sort. Ah, a knight! A champion! A champion of my father, my God! To tell you the truth, I can't remember much of my life in the Feywild. Yes - that's where I was born and raised! To tell even more of the truth, I don't remember much of anything that doesn't relate to battles or fighting...Those memories are so vivid! So delicious! So full of adrenaline. Time works differently back home, or it feels different. Seems those memories are the ones that survived the trip to Eskarya the most. See - this hag, this ugly creature, she loved my father but my father said 'No, you egg!' or something like that, and she grabbed me and went home and put me in a stone. She got some creature to eat me, but I was freed! By you! Yes, you! My clothes were all gone, though, but clothes are replaceable.

I, however, am not.

Personality
Barandir's own personhood is tied, in a sense, to his father. He acts as he thinks Kalandaer would, and does work in the name of Kalandaer, but he feels almost insecure about that divine relationship.

His time in the Feywild has left him strange and aloof in the eyes of mere mortals, who he regards as childlike, with their many questions and awe and wonder. He disrespects many non-Fey creatures, especially Fiends. If humanoids are children in his eyes, Fiends are like dirt. Dangerous dirt, mind, but dirt nonetheless. The only exceptions to this rule are beings who have proven themselves as worthy, trained, opponents. Not ravenous beasts; dazzling swordsmen and hardy warriors.

Appearance
Most Half-elves have diluted features of their Elven parents. Pointed ears, yet shorter. Sharp cheeks but shorter faces. Barandir is clearly not a full Elf, but does not carry himself with the same air that most Half-elves do. Where their ears are pointed up, his almost slope. Where their features are all too lithe, his have a certain musculature.

He walks with a swagger inherited from his father, the King Kalandaer, and fights like a dancer. His wavy golden hair falls to his shoulders and his amber eyes are ever-keen. His body, tanned from a lifetime in the artificial sunlight of the Feywild, is covered with jewellery, tattoos and scars.

His jewellery mostly consists of gold and gemstones magically shaped to look natural, as if they'd grown to look like they do. His scars, as deep as fresh wounds, seem to be almost a part of his skin, like natural dents. His tattoos, bearing esoteric symbols and secret markings, flow from head to toe. He has tattoos so elaborate and delicate that bear details so numerous that they almost seem to change upon second viewing...