Legends of Belariath

Ashe Nightblood

Born of a rape, his father a drow, his mother a high elf, though normally he should have been killed at birth his mother decided to keep him around in order to have an outlet for her rage. He learned very early to hide his pain when she attacked him, sometimes with kitchen knives or even his grandfather's sword.

As he grew older he became the subject of alot of jokes among the elven village and he took to fighting to hold himself in honor, often taking on seven or eight of the other elven boys in fights. He grew stronger, deciding to follow the path of a knight, though his father's darkness pervaded his soul, leading him to a darker path. One day while walking through the forest one of the older elven boys charmed a panther into attacking him, and though while he killed the panther his face and chest where scarred for life from the claws of the beast, though later he found the boy responsible and killed him, in effect causing him to leave his village.

Soon after he reached the age of 17 he left home. Travelling along the road he soon found a thing he was good at....pit fighting. Killing others for the delight of the crowd. He grew in popularity, his wins climbed as if they where water pouring into a cup, he began to realise he had worth, he mattered, even if by his mattering another life was ended it didn't matter to him. For the first time in his life he felt wanted. In time though even this sport faded in its glory for him, though he still participated in order to gain money.

And once more he began travelling, eventually finding his way to the Lonely Inn, though not many know him, his cloak seeming to hide his body in shadow, almost like the drow he is half of. Only one person does he really talk to with any emotion and that is Flidais, the woman he has allowed to become his mistress. Oddly enough he seems to have agreed to be her's willingly and if he is asked why his only answer seems to be "Because she asked me to." followed by a smile as he brushes the strands of metallic blue hair from his eyes.

Not many can get an accurate look at what Ashe looks like because of his cloak, though he wears elven chainmail and two katanas at his left side which can be seen on the occassions that the cloak parts. Usually dressing in a deep blue colored fabric that moves well with him, wearing leather boots and a sleeveless shirt, his well muscled arms for an elf are clearly seen whenever he reaches for something, though they are covered in scars from the long years he has spent as a pit fighter.

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