Tamis Draven

Tamis Draven was the son of wealthy merchants. He rejected their rigid elven lifestyle, preferring instead to seek his way in the human world. Tamis is a skilled swordsman, who knew when to take the bull by the horns. The chip on his shoulder about his mixed heritage caused him some problems, but for the most part he was able to ignore the insults and demeaning looks. Unfortunately he did have a weakness for the trappings of wealth. This brought him into conflict with many agents of the gods as he often found the pickings of a temple impossible to resist.

• Occupation: Wandering Scout
• Nationality: Republic of Irill
• Spouse: none
• Parents: xxx
• Born: 358
• Religion: atheist
• Race: Half-elf

With a human father and an elven mother, things were difficult for Tamis in the town of Jorelli. The town was prosperous enough due to his father's caravans and a nearby marble quarry. This made his father a very influential man and his family very wealthy. All of that wealth however only further divided Tamis from the other kids of the town, as if being half-elven was not enough to deal with. As Tamis grew older he did not grow comfortable with himself - only angry at the world around him.

One night, after a rather angry exchange with his father, Tamis simply packed up his stuff and left town vowing to never return. Life was very hard for Tamis, while his family had not shielded him from insults - they had shielded him from how expensive his life had become. He quickly ran out of money and resorted to petty thievery to live. Finally he found a job on a caravan that paid a steady wage and allowed him to leave another town where he never felt welcomed.

For several years he was nothing more than a drover but eventually worked his way up to being an outrider as he seemed to have a natural affinity for spotting banditry, having been one for a few years himself. This was a good job and the men of the caravan welcomed him openly. He would have stayed here longer, but as they were working their way through the Anor Mountains the caravan was attacked. Tamis in the far trailing position with a lame horse, by the time he got there the battle was over and all of his companions killed. Rather than die in fruitful vengeance he simply slipped around the orcs and kept heading east.

It was like that for the next fifty years as Tamis himself seemed to possess incredible luck and those around him tended to benefit from it more than most. Sure there were the occasional bit of dark luck, but the scales had to be balanced as his father would tell him.

Tamis is a half-elf whose facial features strongly favors his mother. Light blonde hair, gray (nearly white) eyes, and a very narrow face mark his elven blood, while his torso and legs prove his human heritage as well. For all of that he has tried his best to fit into human society often going as far as wearing hoods and darkening his face to hide his non-human features.

He is good-natured and spends more time getting out of fights using his wits and charming personality as opposed to his fists. He loves drinking, wenching, and camaraderie that go along with being a caravan guard. he can take being the butt of a joke and dish back just as much.