Birth: 404 4A (358 years old)
Gender: Male
Pronouns: He/him
Race: Elf
Origin: Eumdaran
Residence: Eumdaran
Occupation: Leader of the Remnant
Marital Status: Widowed
Alignment: Lawful Evil

Magic: *mandatory for magic users**state skill level: base, novice, adept, master, expert | non-magic users can remove this section or talk about their perceptions/experiences/superstitions surrounding magic

Power(s): type of magic or shamanism

Combat: fighting abilities

Passive: armor/weapon repairs, tracking, etc.

Misc: hobbies, literacy/education, etc.

Eyes: silvery blue
Hair color: silver
Distinguishing Features: Úthaesdir is most distinguishable by his silver locks of hair, and his contrasting dark, thick eyebrows. He notably smells strongly of roses.
Tattoos: A traditional elven tattoo that spans his entire back from his neck to his tailbone.
Attire: Uthaesdir's clothing, as all the Remnant's clothes are, are made from all natural materials, but his have been crafted immense care and intricate magic, symbolic of his role within the colony. He rarely changes his clothing, as his clothes are cleaned for him daily.

Úthaesdir was born in the ruins of the ancient city of Eumdaran, deep within the forests of Hanithor, Thisbe, around 404 4A. His parents had led a group of splinter elves into these forests upon the elven defeat and subsequent end to the Great War in 328 4A. This splinter of elves referred to themselves as the Remnant, and very few at this time, with everything going on, were aware of their existence. The Remnant were all proficient magic users, passed down through ancient bloodlines for generations and used this magic to protect and hide themselves from the rest of the world. They had chosen to live alone and apart from the humans that had dominated their kind, to focus on preserving pure elven blood in the face of the mysterious genophage that saw their birthrate severely decline since before the Great War. As hybrids could not reproduce, they saw no benefit in human/elf relations of that kind.

Úthaesdir’s parents created for the Remnant elves a haven as close and akin to their homeland in Swabia. His parents were quite gifted in the realms of earth and elemental magic and found incredible ways to mold the wild forest they chose as their home to create a beautiful world within a world. They twisted vine, branch and trunk to form their houses, buildings, dwellings of all kinds in and around the ancient ruins. They lived not only in the ground, but in the trees themselves as well. They never harvested live trees - instead using only the dead discarded by the forest itself for necessities such as firewood. Úthaesdir’s parents made sure all Remnant elves held a deep regard and respect for the forest that protected and provided for them in their time of need, and there was no reason for any elf to take issue with this way of life. They, after all, chose it for themselves.

Úthaesdir’s birth was a rare occurrence, and the success of his birth was revered and blessed. As such, throughout his life, he has been held to quite a high regard, the expectations and hope ever bearing down on his shoulders. This was the small world Úthaesdir grew up in. He learned to love and respect the forest; he, as his parents before him, took greatly to earthen/druidic magic and through his youth learned to harness the entire nature of the forest and command it, so that he, too, could bend trunk and branch into creation.

When he was quite young, he was betrothed to Seldana, the daughter of prominent wood artificers. They were friends first. The best of friends. They shared almost all their experiences together, and the ones they didn’t, they would share with one another through words. As the two grew together, so did a deep love for one another. As he grew older, he became more aware of her appearance. Her long, deep red locks that always feel just so, even after running through the forests, or sparring with swords. The striking green of her eyes that were the envy of many a forest fern. By the time they came of age, they could not wait to be married, bonded forever to each other and the forest.

It seemed, at this early stage in Úthaesdir’s life, that he had quite a fortunate life ahead of him. He was the heir to take over his parent’s work, to lead the Remnant and to continue their work with the forest to find a cure for the effects of the still mysterious genophage. He was bonded to the love of his life, and they had their entire lives to live and grow within one another’s company.

And this was how life continued for most of Úthaesdir’s first century of life. But cracks had begun to form, fine as those one might find too late in a fine teacup.

Seldana and Úthaesdir had been trying for a child for a long time. Seldana had had 12 miscarriages and stillbirths, the rest between each one getting longer and longer, as the toll it took was becoming greater and greater. This experience was not uncommon for their colony, but this did not minimize the emotional toll. Úthaesdir’s generation, all of them, were desperately trying to increase their numbers, there seemed to be less and less births the more they tried. The elves turned to the forest for guidance, for hope, for it had provided them with so much.

After the passing of his beloved parents, Úthaesdir became the new leader of the Remnant and the weight of the expectation he had felt his entire life suddenly became so much more of a weight to bear. It had almost become a necessity that he and Seldana have a child, just to keep that spark of hope alive for the next few generations.

Their last attempt at having a child was 10 years previous, and Úthaesdir pushed Seldana to try again. She was hesitant, and still grieved for her previous attempts and loss. Úthaesdir grieved too, but it was their duty. They must try for as long as they were able, else their selfishness may cost their entire race. Seldana agreed, but it felt different than before. Úthaesdir didn’t have time to think on this until after. He could think only of the great responsibility he held.