Name: Kulen Thell Neraen
Age: "I was there at the Beginning, and I saw the End, ere the Heartless came. ."
Gender: Male
Race: High Elven
Title Sheil'attahn
Appearance: Dressed in a dark silk coat of some sort of deep purple hue, silver runes stitched into the threading, with a wrinkled white undershirt worn beneath, the shirt tucked into slate gray leggings which are then stuffed into dark brown boots, he steps lightly and is normally unnoticed. Dark blonde hair hangs below his pointed ears, barely touching his shoulders. A clear complexion graces his features, and his skin is softly tanned; amethyst colored eyes peer out in a strange fashion, ere a sardonic smirk touches his lips.
Around his waist is a belt, carrying varying pouches, a few scrolls, and crafting tools. On his left hip rests a rather well-forged, gilded rapier which has seen plenty of use, if the worn leather scabbard can be of any judgement. Winding about his left ring finger is wrapped a dark silver circle, with half-pearl, half-onyx gem mix set into the center. He carries a small leather satchel at his side, possibly filled with books, inks and pens, and perhaps a nasty papercut lurking within.
Personality: Known as the Philosopher on his World, the elf known as Kulen Thell Neraen is open-minded, to say the least. Kind and gentle at times, and horrifyingly cruel and distant in others, he understands the balance that must be kept in order to maintain pure Enlightenment. Neraen seeks knowledge like an ant does food, finding 'fountains of youth' in the artifacts he comes across on his travels. Crossing him could mean worse than death, however.
Bio: "The World was fraught with ills, and my work was nearly complete. The War was nearly at an end, and the webs I, Kulen Thell Neraen, the Sheil'attahn, had sewn were coming together like birds to the nest. And then, the Heartless arrived, a torrent of Darkness on a World already at war with the Night itself. We became lost in this new darkness - the Sun itself was seen seldom, and those among us that managed to survive lost our minds. They say nightmares simply dissipate upon waking up - for us, the nightmare was eternal."
"The Lords of Oblivion had no clue as to what these Heartless were at first. Their dissolution out of existence spelled doom for those poor prisoners underneath Zirakugil, and myself. Luckily, I survived, at the cost of those I had once deemed safe. As I traveled, by foot, back to the City of Light, I found word of even the Lords of Light, in their angelic power, to be losing, step by step, against this new invasive force. Despair came as I learned of the disappearance of my old pupil and adopted son, as he vanished into pure light. The Harpist wasn't so lucky, however, and fell into darkness. Many others were lost, and even I was forced to flee the destruction of my World."
"As the cries and pleas for the Maker to come and save us faded into shadow, I did what any intelligent magic-user would do: teleport away from the madness, the flight of sanity, this masquerade of order over chaos. I took the Orb, and willed it under my command, though it wasn't entirely hard to do. I then caused space and time to shift around me, and went into an unparalleled world of emotion and mental stress that came to the brink of mental instability. . ."
"And then I arrived here, at Twilight Town."
Fighting Style: Skilled with his rapier, or assumed to be, regardless, Kulen utilizes Magic as his personal arsenal of weaponry. As far as he knows, there is no spell which isn't cataloged in his spell book or memorized in the depths of his mind, but that is often subject to question, as Neraen typically chooses to wield his natural charisma as a warrior does a sword or shield, wittingly turning enemies into his allies, save the Heartless.
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