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The Starshine Gang Iaveran's Story |
| Name: | Iaveran Sandfire |
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| Age: | 54 |
| Sex: | Male |
| Species: | Elf |
| Height: | 6'2" |
| Skin: | Fair |
| Hair: | Brown |
| Eyes: | Green |
| Family: |
Lahadaun Sandfire (father) Nerasual Sandfire (mother) |
| Residence: | Star City, Deck Four |
| Occupation: | Student |
| Description: | Most people, when they hear the word "elf", imagine one of three things: tall, blond, Tolkienesque elves; short, blond, Dungeons and Dragons elves; or tiny carpenters in the vein of Santa's helpers. Iaveran is only half of the first stereotype. He is indeed very tall, willowy of build, and has pale skin, but his hair is a rich, chocolate brown, kept in a short ponytail at the nape of his neck. His eyes are also dark, being forest green in color. For those who happen to like pretty men, Iaveran could indeed be considered such, but by elvish standards he's a bit long in the nose and jaw. He dresses in clothes of warm colors, bold patterns, and loose fit, that would seem more in place down on the deserts of Atu than on Star City itself -- fitting, given Iaveran's family originates in those desert. |
| Personality: |
Iaveran is a very kind and earnest young man. Though raised by very traditional parents, he is as laid-back as they are sticklers for custom, and socializes freely with non-elvish races where they would prefer he take a bias towards his own kind. His emotions are, for the most part, plain and simple, easy to read from mood to mood, and his enthusiasm is especially noteworthy -- when he's excited about something, his eyes light up, and he acts like he's twenty-four instead of fifty-four. Yet despite this plainness, Iaveran is also secretive, and skilled at keeping his secrets from all but the most observant. He doesn't lie if he can help it, but he dodges the truth around a certain issue: the girl he loves. Somewhere along the years of hanging out with his mixed-species little crew, the halfling Regan gently stole his heart. Though his love for her is as pure as his other emotions -- he is very much a gentleman, and there are some elvish customs that are well-ingrained in him -- he has no intention of ever acting on it, and for years has been at a stalemate of putting his "crush" out of his mind. Elves and halflings just don't form couples, he insists to himself. There is only one other that knows Iaveran's secret: the observant Dorian. And Dorian, unlike Iaveran, thinks elf and halfling could make a fine couple.... |