Nodreo Solto

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Character name: Nodreo Solto

Race: Dark Elf

Age: 36

Gender: Male

Character Description:Nodreo Solto is a grey colored Dark elf,He has silver hair that meets in a quaint pinch above his forehead, a mix of an aries hairstyle and a caesar design. Small tattoos are plastered across his face two beneath his eye and one above his forehead symbolism for the Gods he worships. He wears monastery robes that contrast his skin a roman like mix of White black and red, his eyes consist of a light maroon hue, and an average Dark elf pupil complexion. He’s 6’1, his build is Slender and Toned, starved with muscle definition. At first glance he’d almost seem malnourished.

Character Occupation: Worshiper of Udero, Traveling Conman, Hunter. 

Character Personality/Traits: Nodreo Solto is a complicated Character with an aggravating lifestyle, he’s smart and dexterous, though lack’s advanced knowledge and more or less due to his lifestyle will never achieve an advanced understanding of magic/tinkering. He worships and prays to the God Udero, his reasoning is so he may achieve perfect neutrality. Although his moral compass always pressured him to do the right thing. He has an unmatched presence to deliver indiscriminate dialogue. His ideals are extremely eschewed to the average person/being. The emotional state of him is dry and bashful but eccentric to the fellow believer of his god.He is for lack of better words a Zealot. 

Character Biography:In the year seventy-two, Nodreo Solto was the meek age of four, His parents Dark elves, nameless, and caring toward the situation that fell before Falkvard, Died giving their lives rather than raising their son. Among the casualties to the nameless soldiers and volunteers Nodreo Solto’s parents were just more bodies for the trenches. During this period in his life he became an orphaned Urchin, not unheard of for the majority of fates that befell the children of this time. In the year seventy-three, Nodreo Solto had only one goal in mind, returning to the great forest Manadh Calad.

Unknown to the child however it had become, he’d eventually find himself taken in by a Monastery, one that presumably saved Orphaned children from the tragedies of the catastrophe of year seventy-two. Wherever it was, however it operated was nothing this child could comprehend, his only ideal being the destination to his parents birthplace. During his time at the Monastery he began to bully the other orphans, although he himself was bullied, it seemed bullying was a rite of passage, a concept he became fixated on when the year seventy eight peered its disturbing head. During this time the Monastery essentially disbanded unceremoniously, after its inhabitants were mostly torn to pieces and its building destroyed by the disgusting followers of Uldir, this played an essential role in Nodreo Solto’s life path, he’d be one of the lucky survivors, simply paying his dues for his negligence and temper, walking one hundred and twenty yards to pace his sins. Far from the Monastery he recognized the smoke and screams all too well, as far as his life had already known, all mortal possessions were forfeit to his god if he were to become a true follower of the god Udero an unusual god to be worshiped by a Dark elf, so he simply turned north and continued on his path to the great forest Manadh Calad Wherever he assumed it’d be.

A few years seemed to have passed rather smoothly for the traveling Urchin with the presumed Monk garbs.

Only faithfully believing in Udero after surviving the year eighty one. He spent most of his time praying, hoping true balance could be achieved for the suffering he’d endure, soon enough he heard tale of the Plague and the Order’s actions, believing it to be Divine intervention from Udero themself, he prayed and prayed offering dead rabbits, and cats, whatever animal or coin he could thieve or prey upon to maintain the death and smog so that whatever sins that he had committed or were placed upon him were in his mind equal to the lives of others than his own, It brought him joy and pleasure knowing that he believed there’d be true level for him with all of the offerings he presented to Udero. As time passed Nodreo Solto aged like wine, his charisma and self preservation only grew alongside his need to believe his place was of a greater reasoning, He’d soon disregard his need to return to the great forest Manadh Calad simply considering it to be a fool’s errand driven by his own overwhelming insecurity from the absence of his dead parents, that lived savagely without faith in true balance or culture in his mind.

In the year ninety two, Nodreo Solto approached the age of twenty four, in this time he spent traveling dedicating himself to tributes and deliverance, he believed he was ultimately a true Monk, now interested in spreading the good word of Udero to whoever would listen, clearly those smart could not fathom how unbelievably terrible his preaching was, he had heard the rumors of the pine forest, believing them all to be the work of Udero, hearing of a true being undefined by the laws of gods and nature, a real creature perfectly sculpted beyond neutrality. The rumors of the horrors within the area that plagued the pine forest seemed too good to be true, and so they were in reality, but to him, it was a vision for a better reality.

nearing the current year,

Nodreo Solto had finally taken it upon himself to return to Falkvard, to pay tribute to his parents, to spread the good word of Udero, to preach and teach of equivalent exchange and how lives are worth their weight in gold.

Items: A book just called "The Good Book."