Da'rald Shuyruul

Name:
Da'rald Shuyruul

Nicknames/Titles:
Shuyruul of Illden (He's the last of his family, and is known more by this moniker. He also prefers this title or just his plain last name)
Shuy (Nickname that was used by his old friends; Pronounced Shu-ee)

Age:
122; Looks to be in low-mid twenties.

Gender:
Male

Sexual Orientation:
Straight

Occupation:
Wanderer (often looking for mercenary/assassin-type work) and Adventurer

Class:
Middle (Previously); Low (Currently)

Marital Status:
Single

Belongings:
Shuyruul owns many weapons, which he has equipped at all times. His "armory" consists of: a longbow (he's extremely deadly with a bow and arrow), his quiver (usually filled with 30 or so feathered arrows), two daggers, a few throwing knives, and his black leather armor (including vambraces, chest guard worn under his shirt, and greaves). He owns a dark brown stallion named Ingir, who usually carries Shuyruul's other belongings (Extra clothes, food, a tent, and tools).



Physical Description:
The elven adventurer stands tall (about 6'4), like most elves, and seems well-built and light on his feet. His slanted dark green eyes seem to give off a presence of loneliness, while his jet black locks droop down to the middle of his neck. Shuyruul doesn't think about fashion that much, he usually wears whatever he has at that specific time. Although, he often goes with a black and red trim color scheme.




Overall personality:
Shuyruul is a quiet one, not exactly keen on conversation. He's always thinking, often attempting to think before making an action. This trait sometimes saves him from many sticky situations. In combat, he waits for the right moment to strike, tracking and anticipating his opponent's movements. Although he never tries to pick a fight, he sometimes finds himself in one, under attack by thieves and thugs. Thus, he never really stays put in one particular place for long. Over the years, traveling became a relaxing thing for him to do, as he enjoyed seeing new places and camping out in the forests.

Likes:
Traveling
Competition
Archery
Work

Dislikes:
Greed
Bad weather (storms, etc.)

Strengths:
Combat
Being light on his feet (climbing, running)
Horseback riding

Weaknesses:
Romance (Despite seeming closed to the world, he easily develops a crush with a girl who talks to him; leaving the door open for traps)
Quietness

Quirks:
An odd trait, he slightly perks his ears up when spoken to.

Fears:
Losing someone he cares for.

Secrets:
When he was young, he was a bit of a hooligan. Often creating havoc with his friends, he always got into trouble.




Mother:
Seren Shuyruul

Father:
Rysit Shuyruul

Siblings:
None

Pets:
None

Other:
N/A

Overall history:
The elven adventurer was born Da'rald Shuyruul in Illden to a delighted father and mother. His early childhood was somewhat uneventful, being only a toddler. The family Shuyruul used to be a respected name in the elven society of Illden, but over the years, it became slandered, and most of the family members were always picking fights. Another contribution to their downfall was gambling and drinking, which started with Da'rald's grandfather. This "trait" was passed onto his father. The Shuyruul name became related to gambling, drinking, and debt, among others. Da'rald's father, Rysit, went out almost every night to the local pub to gamble his entire purse. Most of the men who knew him gave him loans of money, so that when he started winning, he could pay them back. If only he won, Da'rald might still have parents. Rysit seemed to have a feeling about what was going to happen and began training his son to use a longbow, although to no avail, as Da'rald was too young and weak to actually use it. Three years passed before one night, a teenaged Da'rald was awoken to the sound of shouts and metal clanging. The men his father once called 'friends' came for their money, but the Shuyruul family had nothing to their name. That night, the teenager's parents paid with their lives. A terrified Da'rald jumped from his bedroom window and ran to the local stables. There he stole a horse and fled Illden. All that was left of the Shuyruuls was that little family, now no longer. Da'rald was the last one. He soon became known as just 'Shuyruul'; most people didn't bother calling him by his given name.

The elven adventurer wandered for years, eventually earning enough money (usually from taking a temporary job in a town he was stopping in) to buy a longbow and a few arrows, so he could defend himself. Shuyruul was clumsy with the weapon at first and over time became frustrated as he was as a child. He sought out a trainer, to train him and discipline him in how to use a longbow. It began with just simple string pulling exercises, which was tough on the elf. Weeks of doing just that had made him stronger, over time he was strong enough to pull it all the way back and shoot. Of course, not for accuracy, as he was unable to even hit the target. As the trainer moved on to new exercises, Shuyruul's physique had changed. What was just a weak elf, had become a strong and well-built archer. Months turner into years, the discipline had changed his attitude and view on life. Towards the end of a decade of training, Shuyruul had become skilled with the weapon and felt ready to go out on his own in a new 'profession'. The adventurer got it in his head that he could make some money off his archery so he began mercenary work, usually just enforcing some noble's reign over a farmer, or taking out an individual. This worked out to be a successful "career" of sorts, so Shuyruul wandered into most towns, looking for work. He became known for his accuracy with the longbow, and was sought out sometimes, employers bribing him to kill a certain target and whatnot. He'd become a cold, hardened killer.

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The problem with traveling long distances is that sometimes there isn't a town in sight when you run out of food. 'Damn it, come on, a little more to the right...' Shuyruul thought, his longbow extended, arrow ready to shoot, the string pulled all the way back. His breath was deep and controlled, waiting, concentrating on the deer that would soon become his dinner. He'd been on horseback for the better part of the day, and was somewhat exhausted. What better way to end the day than with some fresh meat? The prey was just standing there, grazing in the grass, out in an open field. Shuyruul was only 100 or so yards away, it was an easy shot, but with all the branches, it would be difficult to not alert the buck. The elf had been sitting in the tree for a little while now, his horse and camp a few hundred paces back. 'Just a little more! Come on!' The deer finished grazing and began to walk forward, towards the road. Now was the time to strike. Shuyruul let go of the string, and watched as it shot towards the bow, the arrow launching off. It flew with great speed, and looked to be going for the shoulder. 'Good, it'll be easy to kill now.' But in an instant, the arrow hit something and ricocheted into the ground, with a crack. The deer's ears perked up and began to run off. "Damn it!" The adventurer yelled, his shout echoing through the forest. He jumped down to the ground, then in anger, kicked a nearby tree. Then he felt something; no, somethings, falling on his head. he stepped back and looked at the ground. Three apples had fallen off. Shuyruul looked up and saw the tree filled with juicy red fruit. He took a deep breath and tried not to yell again, and became content with his new dinner.