Cresent's Story

    Cresent is like a forest, the more time you take to look the more wonders you will see. He is around 6' 2", he has never taken the time to find out so he isn't sure, not thin but not a hulking man. Cresent is solid as a stone wall, over many years of stretching he is able to bend and twist like a vine, and capable o bringing his wrath down on foes with the force of a giant wave. Despite his strengths the elf is very gentle, and fluid with his movements.

    He can't make up his mind, it seems, on what length to keep his hair. It has continually shifted between his current long straight flowing lengths that reached down to his lower back, or a shaggy shoulder length, and the golden brown veins that run throughout his dark brown hair has always set him apart from other elves. But he is particularly proud o his skin.

    Before he left his homeland, Cresent had a group of magicians enchant his skin to reflect the hue of the surrounding area. He can semi blend into crowds, or if he stands still against a wall he can be easily be looked over. And he becomes all but invisible at night, able to walk within inches of sentries without being noticed. But he is still prouder of the tattoos that cover most of his arms and upper torso, and a few rest on his legs and calves. Many of the tattoos were spells that protected him from various ailments and many poisons. While others are complex spells, written on his arms for quick reference. Yet still others are symbols that had meanings only Cresent knows of. And if he brushes back his hair, you would see that he has three piercings on the top of his right ear, one ring has a tiny glass ball, that is filled with sea water, and held in place by metal threads that wind around it. Another ring is made of hematite, and the third ring is mythryl.

    But the thing that many people notice first are his light jade green eyes (which now are a brilliant aqua marine after a spell renewed his body). After loosing his eyes in a battle, Cresent spent several years alone in an abandoned castle where he magically re-grew his eyes. He added the ability to see fractures in structures, and the crystal clear vision in both night and day that all elves possess.

    Over hundreds of years Cresent has transformed his body to be the perfect soldier, able to fight day and night in large battles, or carry out assassinations without ever being noticed. His body has become his job, for battle and death are all Cresent has ever known.

    But none of these traits can cover the grief he still feels over the loss of his sister. He walks with his hands shoved in his pockets, or crossed over his chest. And often he bows his head and walks studying the ground.

Other times he seems to be tired beyond his formidable number of years, and takes his time going up stairs and shuffles along hallways.

And the few times he does order a drink, he stares blankly into the mug for hours at a time. But most of the time he keeps his outlook happy and positive, and is very happy to spend an evening in a tavern talking with anyone who wants to, often buying drinks for the ladies who sit with him. But he leads a solitary life and will only walk a lady home, and hardly ever put a foot in their home and if only for a cup of tea. Keeping his private life private, and his job first, Cresent is a cheerful yet distracted fellow who will stop at nothing to see justice, after all the subtraction and addition is done and the equation equals out, he is a man anyone would want on their side.

            Cresent's story is a turbulent one, more often entwined with tragedy and suffering than any one person should experience in their life.  Though through out his experiences, he has become a bottomless well of knowledge, and quite a philosopher. But his first tragedy occurs in his homeland.

            In a tropical mangrove forest, across seas and mountains lives a race of elves forgotten by the world and all her children. The Fyaden, or water elves have flourished in the area, making there homes in the giant mangrove trees. After one full age, the age after the founding of the seven vocations, in the time of the Kipau', an elf child was born that would become one of the five fingers of the Fyaden. His parents would name him Cresent, after the glorious wave that destroyed the armies of the Mort-ta-tans. When he was old enough Cresent joined the guard, and becoming the youngest recruit at 11. He quickly became one of the guard’s best agents and transferred to what could be considered special operations at 17, with excellent vouchers from the heads of the guard. But his parents had tried to forbid him joining, because they were traitors and giving documents to the Fyaden's enemy that could easily cripple Cresent's people. Cresent, being the devout guard he was, eventually discovered his parents secret and planed to capture his own family to serve justice. But a few nights before the raid of his family's home Cresent's parents set fire to their tree, killing them both. Cresent was not grieved by the loss of his parents for he had labled them enemy's, but his little sister was also in the house at the time of the fire. Cresent was inconsolable at the loss of his sister, even though she was 14 at the time of her death she had been the one that Cresent went to when looking for advice, and she was his one true friend.

            Cresent left the land of the Fyaden over come with grief, and sailed alone on the sea for a number of years living on the supplies he captured from small merchant vessels that had been left afloat by pirates. Once he came upon a ship-to-ship battle between a transport carrying soldiers to a warring land, and a pirate ship. Cresent boarded the pirate vessel, seeing an opportunity to pit himself against overwhelming odds and satisfy the maw in his heart that was vengeance, he was the key in the victory over the pirates.Later the soldiers offered Cresent the position of lieutenant, so with nothing better to do in life, he joined the foreign army.

            Cresent once again became one of the best soldiers that army had seen. But when the foreign army lost to another army of land elves, Cresent became a mercenary and joined the elf army. And so for a hundred years Cresent fought in that force, defeating dwarves, humans, orcs, and other elfish clans. Eventually Cresent’s current army lost to a faction of mercenary soldiers. It was here that Cresent became a fulltime mercenary, after changing sides. A few hundred more years passed, all the while Cresent remained a merc. and fought regardless of right and wrong; for his sense of justice had vanished the night of the fire. Eventually he came upon the small town of Salamander, where for some reason he put down his swords and took up the hammer of a boat smith. In this town he befriended many wise old men who spent every night in the local tavern. It was here that he gained enough knowledge from the old men to become a scholar. This knew idea of learning everything he could spurred Cresent to travel and learn as much as he could. Once after befriending a vampire Cresent also spread his search for knowledge to the mythical. As a result of decades of searching, learning, and studying, Cresent has a plethora of knowledge and has gained the ability to profile a person. By watching their movements, listening, and categorizing people to a certain type of attitudes/mind sets Cresent can often walk into a room and recognize which persons have committed crimes and to what degree, or which will be the toughest match, and what their weakness will be.

            After a time the town of Salamander drove Cresent out of the community fearing he was some kind of evil mind-reading wizard. So once again Cresent traveled the road and lost more of himself due to the cruelty of people who met up with him and tried to kill him for his possessions. One night he came upon a small girl curled up and shivering by the roadside. He bent down to help the young girl, and was reminded of how much he missed his sister, but she was beyond any kind of help. Her stomach had been cut open and spilled on the dirt. She had just enough life left in her to point in the direction of who had committed the revolting sin, and ask him, 'Right this wrong........' she began to cough violently, Cresent was helpless as he watched her choke on her own blood. It was at that very moment that Cresent finally found himself again, but he was colder, more calculating, and far more vicious to those who were criminals. Cresent hunted down the man and killed him with a zeal he didn't know he possessed, but he was still gripped by the severity of the murder. He tracked down the mans fellow criminals, his bosses, his friends, and his family, even his dog, giving each and every one a scar across the gut before he staked them to a wall and burnt their house down around them.

            And so having found himself again, Cresent Seaspear traveled from town to town serving the local guard for a week or so often taking bounties, and earning a fair sized fortune consisting of weapons, enchanted clothing, scrolls and scrolls of magic references, and other such practical items. But recently Cresent wondered into the realm of Palenestia, a smaller corner of the world that Cresent has taken a strong likening to. Much to his delight he was accepted into the royal guard, where he was promoted to Colonel, and then to Brigadier General in the Royal Army. Many amazing things have transpired since his arrival, and he has laid eyes upon another elf that has captured his thoughts, but his most notable, and most important in his life recently occurred. Now with every man's fiercest enemy vanquished, Cresent can see that good will always prevail, and that those he swears allegiance to will always have his might.