Tayler (prime)

Tayler Ta'Thyriel Faendryl, born on the 27th of Jastatos, 4786, is a Dark Elven warrior currently living in Rivers Rest. He has a typically friendly demeanor, more than happy to talk with anyone, and can often be found in the Town Commons, or in Town Square Central in Wehnimers Landing, usually with his wine press in hand, trying out some new concoction. He's quick to laugh and always has a ready smile. He spends a lot of time in the Landing, but considers River's Rest to be his home, for now.

He grew up in New Ta'Faendryl, and after some struggles with his family, eventually moved west of the Dragonspines, and he's picked up a few hobbies since then, namely beverage crafting, and adventuring. He became particularly enthralled by the craftsmanship of the Gnomes in 5121, after acquiring a fantastic little device known as a wine press, and has been seeking out their craft since. His favorite things are his Gnomish clockwork wine press, his Massive coraesine sword wrought with a spiral of incarnadine sigils and his Shadowdeath vambraces.

Tayler Ta'Thyriel Faendryl Race Dark Elf Culture Faendryl Profession Warrior Religion Amused by Charl In-a-Word Entertained Disposition Adventurous, friendly Demeanor Friendly Flaw Struggling with family issues. Habits Fidgeting with gadgets, playing with pets, Hobbies Making wine, Making tea, Hunting Soft Spots Wine, Cigars Loyalties The Patriarch, New Ta'Faendryl, the Drakes Vanguard, River's Rest, his friends. Spouse Ithilwyn (Courting)

Appearance

You see Lord Tayler Ta'Thyriel Faendryl the Navigator. He appears to be a Dark Elf. He is strikingly tall. He appears to be in the spring of life. He has copper-flecked viridian eyes and sleek, caramel-colored skin. He has very long, thick ebony hair drawn back into a simple ponytail that is held in place by a bloodjewel wine bottle band. He has a fine-boned face, an aquiline nose and a broad chest. A rich sable bustard feather quill tipped with a flame-shaped white gold nib is tucked behind his ear. He has an intricate pattern of silver inked about the left eye and winding down the cheek. Mystical energies wash over him, enveloping him in a light shroud of fluctuating winds. He is in good shape. He is holding a gnomish clockwork wine press in his right hand. He is wearing a stiff black wool tricorn adorned with a snowy swan pinion, a rune-branded midnight blue leather duster, a paisley ebon flyrsilk waistcoat with iridescent veil pearl buttons, a pale grey flyrsilk shirt with veil pearl buttons, a dense shroud of shadows, some tenebrous black alloy vambraces, a rose-etched onyx invar band with an inner ring of electrum, a gold-edged ivory suede belt boasting a carved riverstone buckle, a supple midnight blue buckskin survival kit, a moonshade black leather sheath inlaid with star-swept sky opals, some crisply pleated raven black trousers, a pair of comfortable midnight blue angora wool socks, and some pewter leather folded knee boots buckled with polished black-alloy.