User:Kengosam/Llewelyn Artolia

Physical Description

 * Name: Llewelyn Artolia


 * Class: Ranger (Marksman Specced Hunter)
 * Guild: Akevial
 * Rank: Devoted
 * Server: Sisters of Elune
 * Race: Blood Elf
 * Professions: Leatherworker and Skinner


 * Age: 20 (Human Equivelent)
 * Sex: Male.
 * Hair: Long black hair pulled back in a high pony tail.
 * Eyes: Green.
 * Weight: Fairly thin.
 * Height: 5’11”
 * Garments/Armor: Long cloak and padded leather armor—he doesn’t realize how gaudy he actually looks.
 * Other: A sleek scar trails an inch from his ear to but an inch below his eye.

Personality
Llewelyn, or Lyn as he prefers to be called, is a simpleton. After an accident claimed his mother's life, and later his father's, he was left to his own devices in the Arathi region without a true social enviornment to interact in. He's a child at heart and enjoys putting people off by saying unusual things just to see their reaction for his own entertainment purposes.

When he came into contact with Cynadrion Caremyr, a man he looks to as his brother, and Jezabel Ethelstan, he was finally able to find the family ties he'd lost so long ago. With their help he's slowly but surely begun to come into his own and grow up a little. A little being the key word here. Normally a very mellow fellow he is quick to let his passion cloud his judgement when either of his family is put under the threat of harm.

History
Born to a lower ranking noble who's heart had been enamored by a commoner he spent his early life in the commons of Silvermoon. His mother died when he was little during an accident. When he was fifteen his father, a ranger of some reknown, took him to the Arathi wilderness for training. It was during this outting that his father fell to the denizens of mother nature and left Llewelyn all alone in the middle of nowhere. Somehow making his back to civilization he had little money and little time to mourn his losses. He took up the occasional odd job and simply survived and lived his life from day to day.

As he grew older and the great call came to reunite the sin'dorei and rebuild Silvermoon, Lyn was among those assembled to put brick and mortar together. During his time during the construction effort he picked up the Orcish language from his Horde coworkers and took value to its simplicity, preferring to speak in its rough tongue than Thalassian, which "beats around the bush" too much. When construction finished Llewelyn took up refuge in the area and again assumed work wherever he could find it. It was in these days that he came upon Cynadrion Caremyr. He thought little of the blonde psion at first, thinking him vain and overly narcissitic yet as time went to pass and he heard his words and his dreams of patriotism, Llewelyn was quickly enamored to both the man and his cause. He even refers to Cynadrion as mu'shal, Thalassian for brother, a term of respect and endearment.

Through Caremyr he met the troubled Jezabel Ethelstan, a brat of a young lady whom he can not stand to be apart from. Together the two of them feed off of one another's childishness. This is much to the disdain of Cynadrion of whom is often subjected to their antics. Due to Jezabel's strained relationship with Cynadrion (her father left behind quite a legacy), Lyn often feels uneasy, worried that one day he may have to choose between the two of them. A scar yawns across his face from the last time the two had an outting.