Ellyrion.  The name demanded itself became some kind of a grudge in Tyderia.  On a place that prided itself on ruggedness, living in harmony with the land and martial self reliance and whose rangers were deemed the epitome of that ideal, for entire generations Ellyrions blood were deemed the best best.  It was whispered that the Tyderian ranger that accompanied the fated hero that brought back the demon crown was of his kin and although no proof existed no scholar contested the oral history.

Eataine's prowess as a ranger was not slight but he seemed to lack the thing that the other's of his blood had to make it look effortless.  He had to steep to dirty tricks in a melee and it took him more often than not more than one arrow to kill an opponent and sometimes he had to remove his shoes to approach an enemy unheard. He was probably still the best of his class but he seemed to be graded one a different scale because drew resentment from his superiors and mockery from his peers.

It was not in his nature to defy these injustices, it pushed him harder.  His was a slower path. He also missed the arrogance of his father and cousins.  Many of the rangers mistook that that for a lack of faith in itself but it was something else. Eataine felt their boosting was misplaced and their overconfidence the one flaw that could be their undoing.

Unlike his cousins his father never mocked him for failing to live up to their standard.  He simply said that Sharo's blessing would reveal itself when the time was right.  It had been 2 years since his father was last seen. He was one of the very few that dared to go deep in the woods and scout on the unholy places and had the skill to return from it.

Recently he was requested by his commander to join a group of non Tyderian's.  Although he had little social graces he rather enjoyed the company of "foreigners" that would recognize his skills in their own merit and not against his father's benchmark that seemed impossible to achieve.

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Eataine is of above average height, and a lean athletic build. With piercing blue eyes and ashblonde hair he could have made for a dashing gentleman if it weren't for a boyish rather than a manly jawline and a curse of some healthy but crooked teeth.  The Ranger's leathers that help him blend outside make him stand out even more in social situations for which his ill equipped.  He leads an ascetic life with few vices although he is loathe to skip an apple or whine brandy on Sharo's holy days.

He has of late stopped using a scabbard and keeps his bow in lacked gauntled, claiming the sword "just slows him down".