Shai Gar the Half Elf
Sorcerer/Rogue
Half Elf
Chaotic Neutral
Worshipper of Aasterinian
Medium Size
62 years old (late human twenties if I get this right)
168cm
80kg
Green/Hazel Eyes
Brown hair
very light tan
I was born to a Human Ranger Father, and an Elven Maiden. It was a love affair that ended only when the father, realising that she would have to watch him grow old and die, got together with her father and agreed to a divorce. Custody went to both parents and I grew up in both Enstad in Celene, and in the Welkwood/Gnarly Forest mountain ranges. My father, being a ranger taught me to ride and hunt with a bow, my mother gave me a more substantial education in the arts and magic. As it turned out my gift lay more in the field of magic than it did as a protector of the woods. This is not to say that I spurned my father to spend my all my time playing with magic and the more gentle elven girls (though quite frowned upon by the elders), in fact, I loved both societies, the more polite and sophisticated peoples of the grey elves, and the more rough and ready rustic travellers that we met at various inns through the Gnarley Forest.
As I grew to early manhood I read a book on the Ysgard Deities and came across some writings of the Dragonic God Aasterinian. The stories and dogma were amusing and close to my own personal philosophy, so I chose to call myself a follower. That summer my father decided to make the trek to Enstad to see my mother and I, it was slightly uncomfortable for both my stepfather and myself as the love in the eyes of my mother and father was very evident though the years had certainly past giving my father the worst of them, we gave them some time to talk, Tarvish and I went for a walk through the cherry orchards. I was certain that this would be the last time I saw my step father, he had been a good elf and a childhood sweetheart of my mothers, he looked after her after my parents parted ways. I could see that he too knew this would probably be our final meeting, and he gave me a pendant he had cast, that of a grinning brass dragon, the symbol of my new faith to take me on my travels.
Father and I took several weeks longer than necessary to cross the forests and plains of Celene to the Welkwood where we were to meet several of his friends. It was a peaceful journey. I had told him that I intended to travel the world for a while to grow in power and get some experience among the various races I had never hoisted ale or wine with and was anxious to meet them. My sorcery was growing to a level where I could begin to control it much more easily, and this came to some profit as we escorted several merchants who wanted to risk bandits and other, more darker foe while making the crossing from the Wild Coast to the Archclericy of Veluna. We had gathered a decent sum of money and were making our way across a valley river by ropebridge when my father and another, much younger ranger fell in. They got out easy enough but both took cold. Due to my fathers advanced age and the winter month, he didn't make it. We gave him a burial beside a deerpath with Rillifane Rallathil and Obad-Hai's symbols and kept moving.
That spring I left Welkwood, catching a boat east from the Wild Coast to Chathold in the Great Kingdom, to begin my adventures there.
