Durinthi

Possibly one of the oldest elves living in Miranda he remembers clearly Ellowyn calling his spirit to this world and being placed into this dying shell. He is near the end of the life energy left inside of his body and he has shown no desire in replenishing its strength. Instead he spends the remainder of his day traveling the world finding those places where, in his words, “things change.” He has never explained himself but after each such journey he sends a magically sealed scroll back to Ellendar to be kept until it shall open.

Possibly the oldest elf still left on Miranda, Durinthi remembers so far back that most human nations were still scattered tribes trying to survive. Even Ellendar's great libraries cannot pinpoint when Durinthi was first born, but they do mark several appearance by someone with the same name before the time of the Blood War and the Great Fall. Whether he is the same person, Durinthi will neither accept or deny. What is most definately known is that he is an very old elf that visits mostly to give council and offer advise at the time of his choosing — a time he always insists must take place at the instant he arrives.

Durinthi has seen so much he has no desire to chronicle or wax poetically on the past, nor look into the future. Instead he prefers to simply take the present as it comes and make each decision the best that he can. This is not to say he doesn't learn from the past or try and plan the future — just that he doesn't concern himself overly with the many decisions that resulted in a little spilt milk or lose sleep over the decisions that may come his way in the future.

Unlike all other elves, Durinthi is so old that his remaining hair is whispy and snow-white. His skin is wrinkled and even the sharp points of his ears have drooped with age. Anyone nearby can hear the sound of his joints cracking as he pontificates on some subject or another. Only his eyes seem untouched by his age, they are still a crystal clear blue with several white ring patterns.

He favors favors dark blue hooded cloaks with golden clasps and embroidered trim. In all but the coldest climates his usual clothes consist of a white linen shirt, purple silk doublet with silver embroidery and gray panels, small white gloves, and deep blue silk hose cut at the ankle. In contrast to all of that he wears no shoes whatsoever, saying that it interferes with his ability to feel the flow of time and space. What little hair remains he ties back with a ribbon made with black vines and truesilver leaves.