Reviedir

Character Name:Reviedir (Nicknamed Revan and Revie)



Name Meaning: To Wander.



Age:6,300



Date of Birth: Sometime in the first age



Race: elf



Residence: Formerly Imladris. Presently the wild.



Profession: Rogue/ elvish weapons smith



Appearance:Very muscular and tall. 6 feet 4 inches of smithy made muscle mass. His features are pale as moonlight, cascading waves hair of lions made tawny gold, slightly blended with hints of strawberry blonde. He boast facial hair uncommon for elves, hinting he comes from Mahtan’s bloodline and has reached a stage in his life cycle to allow such. He mostly wears midnight black tunics with silver etchings upon them in the shapes of the moons cycles. Layered over black leather breeches with silver side lacing and tall black boots. Representing his love of the night and the beautiful things which walk in it. He carries with him a sword that has served him all his life. It is named Morinehtar. Meaning Darkness Slayer.



Personality:Reviedir is wise and earnest with nearly 6 and a half thousand years behind him of life experience on Arda, The earlier of his years spent across the sea. He has seen the beautiful of creations of the valar, yet he has also seen such creations destroyed before his very eyes. Deeply does he feel for the land he lives upon, he feels her tremble and her sorrow. Her sorrow for the darkness that has only grown deeper through the long years. Because of his haunting memories of battle and death, Reviedir also is quite reserved and can be harsh to those not willing to see the truth. That death comes to all, even to the eldar should they stay long enough. That the hearts of elves are easily as corrupted as men when they are blinded by their own deeds and do good self purpose. He has the gift of foresight that is both a blessing and a curse. He believes that the truth is all one has and if you allow yourself to say a lie, you will become it.







Parents: Mother: Oriraiel,

Father: Valamïnhdros



Sibling(s):--



Spouse:Kyleria (It’s complicated...she gives him a headache)



Children:--



History:The world in which Reviedir returned from Valinor with Glorfindel was not one he was at first prepared to witness. It was dark, evil and devoid of truth. This world was unfit for the Eldar in Reviedir’s eyes. Lord Sauron had already forged the Rings of Power, tricking Dwarves, Men and Elves into false safety.



It was then, he knew, why he had come to defend Middle Earth from Sauron and his forces of evil. Reviedir was there during the battle against Sauron. Many of his kin were slain and lay dead. Reviedir fought alongside Elrond of Rivendell and Glorfindel for the freedom of Middle Earth. He saw Isildur cut the ring from Dark Lord and he would later see the weakness of the One Ring consume him. He too was there to witness the day that the strength of men failed the Eldar. Failed the land which they lived upon and should have called mother.



This left a bitter taste in Reviedir’s mouth, the bitterness also extended towards Elrond. Reviedir has come to view the Lord of Imladris as too kind and weak. He could have destroyed Sauron by murdering Isildur, but evil was allowed to endure and the fate of middle earth changed from what could have been. Proud, Reviedir would leave Imladris of his own free will, he could not abide a Lord he viewed as weak and not having done what he must. Hard as it might have been to leave behind kith and kin, in the world he saw change. For a time there was pseduo-peace. Traveling the length of middle earth, slowly did darkness begin to creep back into the world. Reviedir would travel past the sea of Rhûn. To the east and live with the Avari kindred still in the far east. Isolated from the west.



Here did Reviedir dwell for many years, until the Shadow of Mordor began to silently creep into the east. Reviedir had became complacent in that time. Making elvish blades for the Avari that still dwelled in the east in small clan groups. It would be here in the east an agent of Sauron came seeking allies. Seeking those with the skill to train horses, to speak in the tongue of beasts. The emissary’s tongue was gilded and under the false promise of being a weapons smith seeking to learn how to make weapons in the elvish style, not knowing they were to be given as gifts to the human warlords of Mordor did he fall further from grace. For the emissary came to him and sought to learn Reviedir’s craft, which he had learned from the Dark elf Eöl. Reviedir sought something for himself, something he had never had before. He asked for help in finding a wife that would be a suitable match for his intolerable, foul tempered disposition. Kyleris, The black numenorean was the emissary sent to Reviedir. He spoke at length of a daughter he would be willing to part with in exchange for Reviedir’s services. A deal would be brokered, and Reviedir would meet Kyleria along the Redwater river of the Iron hills.



She was young, Reviedir knew that when he saw. She could not have been more than a wisp of a girl. About eighteen or nineteen. On the cusp of womanhood and just past girlhood. Clad in a mantle of white furs and leathers for it was winter time when they met. One look into her eyes and he saw her elvish bloodline. Diluted but it mattered not to him. In his eyes she was an elf. Like Eöl to Aredhel. Did the fallen elf take the young woman to be his bride. It was not a union made to be happy. For she was strong willed and challenged Reviedir. He grew to love her and at times he hated her. She too returned that sentiment and at point in their union in the night as he slept. She stole one of his horses and bolted from their home.



Reviedir would give pursuit for he was the type of keep what he considered his. For decades he has tracked her across the wild lands. At time’s catching her and luring her back to him...thinking she was his before she would bolt again.