Tare

Teig

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Teig
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My beloved elf ranger who's been with me in one shape or another since 2008.

tl;dr

  • Elf (dnd)
  • He/him
  • Functionally early 30's, but yadda yadda elf years
  • Bi
  • Around 2m/6'5"
  • Ranger
  • Ye olde fantasy setting
  • Flirty fuck
  • Pretty full of himself
  • Big mouth and a warm heart
  • Obsessed with his hair (bro is vain)

Physical description

Height: around 2m/6'5"
Eye colour: grey
Hair colour: black
Hair description: soft, silky, well-maintained and very long; Has part of it up, with a majority of it hanging loose
Skin colour: pale with salmon undertones
Notable features: a widow's peak, very long elven ears and a pointed nose
Body type: long and slender and toned is the goal, but I vary his build so much in my drawings. Just know he's neither bulky nor emaciated, and everything else is cool.

Clothing: a purple set of leather armor (you can skip this np), some elegant and simple green shirt with golden details, black/grey form fitting pants, a broad brown belt, either brown or purple knee-high leather boots. He favours form-fitting clothes he can move freely in, pieces that are both pretty and well-crafted.
Accessories: a single metal band on the upper ridge of his right ear (has no specific design, so do what you like).
Weapons: a knife strapped to his right leg, a long bow and a quiver on his back (feel free to leave his weapons out).

Character information

Long version

Tare is a self-absorbed and cocky elf in general, with a love bordering on obsession for his midnight black hair. He has a big mouth and a warm heart to match.

Classically trained in a highly cultured, woodland-based Elven society where he never quite fit in, he left home before entering adulthood. Suddenly forced to stand on his own two feet he fell into the ranger profession, making the woods his solace and sustenance. After years of solitary wandering from forest to city to town -hunting, brawling, drinking, flirting-, he eventually formed a five person party with other adventurers, united by a threat from the lands to the east and a quest to muster aid before it will be too late.

Tare will flirt with any person of any gender that catches his eye, enjoying a bit of a chase. Noble women/men, tough fighters, haughty wizards - he's here for it and he'll go all the way, but he won't be tied down.

He prefers a practical approach to life and will avoid unwinnable situations and heroics, but will not back down from a fight. Enjoys freedom, life's indulgences and forming bonds and partnerships --slowly learning to appreciate the longer lasting ones.

He is deadly and confident with a longbow, and proficient with a long knife. He has no animal companion.

Tare's attitude can best be described with the meme 'I am a luxury few can afford'.


Short version

  • not your typical refined, disdainful elf
  • more abrasive, expressive, hedonistic
  • obsessed with his hair
  • will flirt with anyone
  • cocksure and self-absorbed
  • thinks he's god's gift to humanity, but with a wink, not a sneer
  • more likely to fall flat on his face than succeed
  • if social media existed in his universe he'd try to be an instagram model
  • would also run a hair-tips tiktok
  • WILL grab your brush from your hand and take over if he sees you fucking up your hairdo
  • enjoys living and freedom SO MUCH
  • just wants to be alive, revel, dance, love and consume
  • not the most diligent or hardworking person
  • pretty shrewd
  • is at home in the woods
  • can hunt for a living
  • would much rather be at a local town's festival than in a tree
  • enjoys a good prank
  • enjoys whittling little animal figurines for Dart
  • doesn't enjoy talking about his past or past connections

Prompt inspiration:

  • obsessing over his hair
  • drunk af in a tavern
  • kicked out of town
  • singing or dancing
  • hunting and stalking his prey
  • whittling little animal figurines
  • running from his problems
  • braiding someone's hair
  • chatting up your oc
  • braiding flowers in Dorn's hair