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Name: Eredor Jinvour
Race: Hissan (Elven/Tomthumb hybrid creatures with ability to manipulate size)
Sex: Male
Age: 40 human years ( 20 Hissan years )
Height: 3" to 4'2"
Skin Tone: Sickly White
Hair Colour: Varies, silver, white, black, depending on mood.
Ear Colour: Ash grey
Eye Colour: Red
Predation: Omnivorous
Preference: Grilled Steak
Alignment: True Neutral

Appearance: Dark, Solemn, Silent. He stands as a mysterious person who looks like a beautiful murderer. Mistaken mostly for a model. He is rugged but slender, short but thin. He also carries two swords that act like staff, Charon and Mischief. Hair changes from dark to light depending the mood (he is happy when it is black, angry when silver), but face looks unemotional most of the time.

Personality: Dark, Mysterious, Mischievous, Silent, and Deadly. He has the traits of a master assassin, but he left before things got brutal. Looks like he have seen some shit in his life. Looking at his eyes gives you fear.

Background: He was born in Alcura, a world filled with wonders of technology and magic, very peaceful and almost reaching technological singularity when 50 meter sized rabbit-like species invaded their world. To save the majority of the population, they escaped in massive ark starcruisers. Their FTL jump was compromised, jumping near a black hole's event horizon. Eredor was place in an escape pod, ready to jump. Luckily, he survived, but then he was transported to Felarya instead. The pod was damaged in the process, and landed to a nearby neko family in Safe Harbor. He was grown their, learned to master his magic of growing and shrinking, and studied many books. One day, his family was killed by an Othemite group when his father denounced their religion as corrupt and evil. Only he and his sister, Evenlyn, survived the assassination attempt. He saw how cruel the assassin was to his parents, and fueled his hatred against Othemites. He went to the forest and fought against many beasts in the dark. He then went to Negav, training as an Isolon Fist mage. He went upwards in ranks, seeing many bloody battles in regaining the territory in Ascarlin Mountain. Once, he fought there alongside an Othemite, and gained his trust. The Othemite became his most trusted ally, until his death. He grieved for days until his last mission as an Isolon Fist mage. He fought valiantly until he was thought as dead. He had failed his mission, and with that he lost the item he was supposed to retrieve, a very important artifact. He was then tortured by Lady Lesona with a curse that changes the color of his hair and his sanity, he quit being a member of the Isolon Fist. Then he became a rouge mercenary in the Negavian Underground, and became a member of the infamous Merchants of Death and Despair.

Abilities: Size manipulation (himself and surrounding objects), Teleportation, Magic of various kinds. Can see every movement and predict smallscale events. Laziness. Excellent Marksman, Excellent Swordsman. Good at Brewing Beer for some unknown reason. Fear Projection (to human sized creatures at least)o human sized creatures at least)