Celevondir

Character Name:Celevondir

Name Meaning: Man of Silver.

Age: 7165

Date of Birth:Y.T. 1271

Race: Elf

Residence: Eryn Vorn, Wanderer

Profession:Warrior. Musician, Kinslayer

Appearance: Artic ice blue eyes, metallic silver blonde hair.

Personality: Sadistic, Celevondir is always sarcastic to those he knows and does not know, he believes to receive respect one must earn his respect. He once had sworn his life to helping the Feanorians recover their lost Silmarils. The first thing anyone ever notices about Celevondir is charming and handsome he is; with diplomacy on one hand never expecting the knife he carries in the other to come. He has an iron will and few emotions. If any at all. Celevondir cares for nothing and no one except himself.



Parents:Antarien (Mother) Tyelpefindo (Father)

Sibling(s):Walyame (sister)

Spouse: In love with the elf maid: Verienis of Tirion
Meriel (elleth captured as a child in Sirion)
Taniya (Human captive)

Children:None

History:


ABC’s to knowing Celevondir

Age does not always imply wisdom. Celevondir still is filled with the hot headed and impetus temperament that he had in his youth. So much in fact, he does not regret the act of Kinslaying, he took part of in Alqualondë. The Teleri deserved to have been slain for not seeing reason, for daring to try and delay the Noldor in their hunt for what was stolen from their leader. If one would not see reason, then the violence was a acceptable answer to Celevondir for he drew his sword. As he had witnessed Feanor in 1490 Y.T. draw his sword on Fingolfin.
Brain over Brawn, while he might have the temper of a solar flare turning into a super nova, Celevondir is highly intelligent. Always having calculated his next move within a matter of seconds. Never straying from his course, with single minded determination.
Cruelty knows no end with Celevondir, he savors the cries of pain, the anguish that fills the eyes at pain, at the twisting of words used like a knife into the soul. He is emotionally cold and distant from emotion. He broken and can not comprehend how others can not enjoy his cruelty.
Darkness gripped Celevondir with the darkening of the trees. With the long night came the darkness that Celevondir has yet been able to break.
Enigmatic with shifting face, as Celevondir always keeps people at arm's length ad never lets anyone in, he does not let others see his true self. Hiding behind many facades of his own choosing. What one knows about him, is what he permits them to know
Family, in Valinor did Celevondir leave behind his parents and older sister. For they did not heed the call of Feanor to leave. His wife of Arda, but not of bodily union: Meriel, he kidnapped as a young elfling from the Third and final kinslaying at Sirion. She was but a wisp of a girl, not even reached the age of fifty yet when she was plucked away from death at the hand of another soldier. “Not this one” he said, kneeling down to inspect the blood spattered little face of but a child. “We take her with us” he said. Meriel escaped him some time during the second age when he thought she was docile enough to be trusted to walk free and not bound.
Glutton for pleasures of the flesh. Celevondir has enjoyed the delicate cries of an ellyn.
Hate filled Celevondir, hate at himself for believing the Feanorians, Hate at an ellon he once called friend for stealing the elleth he loved from him, she returned to him and he was forced to leave her behind on their march to Alqualondë for she would not follow.
Intellectual, he has a keen mind and even sharper blade when drawn
Joy once filled Celevondir, before the slaying of kin he was filled with light, with joy. He has since became jagged, sharp points with little warmth.
Kex is what he has become from the years he has spent in Arda with the blood he has spilled.
Lost and wayward from his true path, he was once a musician, a lover. A light that brought joy to those around him. Now he is lost in the depths of his own darkness, refusing to repent. If he repent he would be able to go home. If he went home...his heart’s mate he would see wrapped in another’s arms he believes. He prefers to be lost.
Memories of Valinor haunt him, of his true love he left behind. He sees her in dreams, now wrapped in the arms of another. He wonders if she grew tired of waiting for him to come and he took a young girl human as a captive. She is a pet to him.
Narcissistic by being overly proud of his fair skin and silver blonde hair. Celevondir is also unable to admit his own faults. He is never wrong and those around him are always in the wrong. He is always the victim. He has an arrogant manner, coming across as conceited, boastful of his skill.
Ostentatious to the point of vulgarity in his manner of dress. He has a taste for ornate metal work.
Predator, Celevondir is a hunter of the mind and body. Not of animals but of friend and foe alike.
Quizzical as any elf with it comes to how things work, Celevondir is a jack of all trades and yet he is a master of none. Having not patience for failure.
Revenge, Celevondir is seeking revenge against the one who stole a kill from him. Who had stole from him before. Celevondir has been in reclusive seclusion since the end of the first age, biding his time on how to punish the one who he had called friend and brother once. Living alone in the black wood of Eryn Vorn as a ghost that haunts the forest. Seldom seen outside of the dark woods. Keeping abreast of the world through the animals that share their news.
Socially isolated by his own choosing, Celevondir is beginning to feel not quite sane any more in his own head. Secluded too long. He is beginning to seek outside of his woods.
Talkative and troublesome at the same time. Celevondir love to play the game of cat and mouse, drawing out conversation and gaining information about his prey.
Untenable is love from Celevondir, his heart belongs to Verienis of Tirion
Vicarious in nature, Celevondir is a mask of an elf, wearing his emotional and mental damage. He has no true joy of his own.
Wrath filled, he is angry. So very angry at the banishment of those who followed the Noldor. The Maia and Ainu he is still angry with, three ages later.
Xenophobic of anyone not an elf, yet obsessed with his human captive Taniya, a missing Breeland girl.
Yearns to let go of his demons, let them kill and devour at will. Years for the arms of Verienis once more.
Zealous to the practice of swordsmanship and the art of using the sword. He has trained everyday in his solitude for three ages. The sword that first tasted blood in Alqualondë is still at his side.