Isilyan

Isilyan

Name Isilyan
Occupation
Soldier of The Malledhrim
Age
young
Race
Elf
Residence
Mirkwood
Kinship
Outward Appearance
Isilyan is tall and proud, an elf of some renown. Displaced from his home in Greenwood The Great, he has travelled much in the lands of Middle Earth. His long hair, shining silver in the sunlight, tied back in locks in the style of his father’s kin. His eyes blue as the deepest topaz sparkle brightly as if to conceal a fire within. His pale skin often likened to the shimmering moon, after whom he is named. He is known as friend by many, though few truly know him. His smile, warm and bright, hides an insecurity, not becoming one of his standing. He has walked many paths though this age, has seen many horrors and many wonders; each play a part in the person that he has become. As kingdoms rise and fall, so Isilyan has endured each ebb and flow that has beset him. He now walks proudly, duty bound as a soldier and officer of The Malledhrim in the service of The Lady.

Background

What others do not often see: He sometimes walks alone amongst his friends, deeply saddened by the destruction of his home and the loss of many friends, though outwardly he seems playful and light hearted. At times his inner battle is misconstrued for being moody or even sulky, but deep, deep within, lays a pure and honest soul. Through his long years he has learnt many things, not all of them wise, but many poignant. He has a deeply seated dislike of the race from under the mountain, a mistrust of mortal men and a curiosity towards the Halflings. Some of these feelings have served him well, though many have made his path more difficult than needs be. Concerning his life in the Greenwood: As a child his days amongst the trees and beasts of his beloved wood were happy and carefree. His loving family taught him well in the ways of the bow and even as a young elf, his skills as a hunter grew quickly. By his coming of age he had led many a party into the deeper places, always returning with a smile and a song. Many days were spent with his friend, Malndir and their mentor Leomlas, tracking in the Greenwood, their friendship growing stronger as each summer passed. Fate eventually tore them apart. Malndir had fallen deeply in love with a fair maiden of Lothlorien. Alashael: An elf so radiant that all who met her were spellbound by her beauty; none more than Malndir. Their romance never had chance to flourish, for soon after they had declared their love for each other, she vanished. Alashael did not return after gathering flowers from the glade near her home and nothing more is truly known of her. The three friends could find no trace of her and Malndir fell heavily into melancholy. His reason for being gone, Malndir sailed into the west, and now waits there patiently for his love to return. Soon after Alashael’s disappearance, Leomas left to seek a Ranger of the north after hearing news of an elf maiden seemingly a captive of evil dwarves. He too, never returned though sometimes word comes of a Ranger with an elvish face, known by many names, but most often as The Galaquessir. The end of his life: Isilyan’s heart was broken by the loss of his friends, but worse was yet to come… Just a few months later, he was torn from his home as the Necromancer’s power overwhelmed the Greenwood. His father, Celaedir, was lost whilst on an errand for The Lady of Lothlorien; the details of which have never been revealed to Isilyan. The remains of Celaedir’s journal were found and returned to Isilyan, just hours before the onslaught of darkness began; before the destruction of the Woodland realm. Taking just what they could carry, his mother and sister fled to the banks of the Anduin, in an attempt to escape the coming storm; an attempt that ended in disaster. Both were lost and their bodies later found not far from the crossing to Lothlorien. Many have years passed since the loss of his family. Isilyan tries not to remember the wilderness years that followed. He is not eager to admit to the anger, the hatred and the sorrow that overcame him. He is left now with the insecurity and guilt of one that survived where so many others fell, many whom he new and loved. The new chapter: For the last years he has dedicated himself to the crafts of his father; of bow and blade and of the jeweller’s art. Through a chance meeting with the Lady Malliel, he has followed in the footsteps of his father and is now the service of The Lady. He is a loyal officer in the order of The Malledhrim, a fearsome warrior and a duty bound soldier. Throughout the kinship he is known by many as friend, but is only truly known by few. The Lord Andarne and Lady Malliel he counts amongst his closest friends. Their joining was the happiest day that he has known for many a long year, a day when the notion of love, finally made its way back into his cold heart. Since that day, he has shared many happy times with Ioristiel, Lahdir and Dolori, his fellow officers. For Tinuvinil, his guide and mentor, he has the upmost respect and it is he that Isilyan most often turns for council. Isilyan’s journey continues on, his skin pale and soft as moonlight, his eyes deep blue as topaz. He is sometimes seen with a mischievous smile and a light hearted air for now his song is not only one of sadness but also of his love for a fair maiden. What the future holds for him, well that is still yet to be written.
Friends
Relatives
none known
Rivals/Enemies
All forces of darkness
Loves
Hates
Injustice
Motivation
Quotes

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