| CAUCAGHUE |
| Caucaghue is an adolescent Dark Elf (Drow-like variety) at an age that is approximately the equivalent of the human age of 15. Small, slender, well formed, he is as lithe and graceful as a dancer ...or a martial arts adept. He is a genuine product of his environment; humorless, proud, fierce, and incredibly naive. It is not uncommon for such a youth to be blinded by the rhetoric of his elders. And so he is. Caucaghue believes in their words and fights their enemies with the vigor of the righteous. His upbringing has been harsh and not without the torture of abuse. But this is the norm, the expected way of childhood and he does not comprehend the harm and injustice done to him, his generation, and the many that went before and the many who will come after. Thus he is the progeny of this twisted, mutilated society. The young elf does not know his parents except that they fought and died along with thousands of others as was expected of them. Their names, if he has heard them, mean nothing to him. Yet his name, he is determined, will mean something. It is his greatest desire to die a martyr's death that will bring his people and their culture and civilization to the forefront of history. But he does not expect this to be anytime soon. First he must become more than just a field soldiar. He is willingly trained as a spy. And he has become, at this tender age, a shadow that slips unseen through small fissures and cracks, through barely opened doors and windows. A shadow that listens. And even though he has not really been taught any of the languages of the enemy, he has the ability to repeat, verbatim, the sounds his elven hearing catches. (He's also really good with birdcalls, heheheh.) Caucaghue is about 135cm in height (about 4ft 5in) with skin the color of a velvety midnight black. His hair, also black, with unusual silvery highlights, is worn generally in a long plait that cascades down his back almost to his waist.It is often wrapped with a thick black cord that can serve a deadly use if need be. His eyes are large and in color, a deep garnet hue that can be mistaken for black. He has skill with scimitars and daggers, but these skills are secondary to his silence in motion and stillness in hiding. A spy who must kill is an unsuccessful one. Only those that enter and leave the enemy's stronghold without leaving a trace of their presence are successful. Perhaps the boy's only major failing is that of his unnaturally active curiosity. Until he makes his first solo foray will this be tested. |
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