Elyon

Elyon
Bust of Elyon by Moira
Creator	The Observer
Information
Full name	Elyon Eliamsson
Species	Boreal Elf
Gender	Master
Occupation	Huntsmaster
Title	Master of Hounds and Hawks
Religion	Lumian
Location	Palace of Ice

"Of course it fucking matters!" Gritted teeth and balled fists accompany Elyon's outburst, prompting the warg to perk its ears up and look around. He hurries to calm the animal, giving it a few strokes with the stiff-bristled brush, then sighs and pats it on the back. "Well, so much for that. Now neither I nor my poor friend here is in the mood for brushing, so I might as well talk to you. What is it you want, champion?"

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"He's hurting inside, [pc.name]. I just... I just don't want to watch someone who's served my family so faithfully for so many years, even against his better judgement, end up like this. He stuck with Alissa and her rule even though he didn't agree with what she was doing because of his respect for my father and mother, and she betrayed him for it."
—Etheryn

Appearance

Elyon is taller than average for a boreal elf man, perhaps seven feet tall given that he seems just that bit taller than you remember Alissa being. Ah, if only height were sufficiently imposing in and of itself... but you remember his own story about how he got into this position to begin with. The huntsmaster is possessed of a thick shock of golden-blond hair with matching stubble — perhaps he doesn't shave that regularly — that contrasts with his purple-blue skin tone that's not too uncommon amongst the boer'alvar. Broad-shouldered and stockily built, one might consider him just slightly above the average pale elf man in that regard, a fact that's no doubt been made all the more pointed by his profession. Man must've gotten plenty of exercise back in the day. Given the stereotypes about most other elves' menfolk, it's a bit of a culture shock to remember that his square chin and strong jawline are about standard for pale elf men; it goes well with his broad face and wide-set eyes.

When it comes to clothes, the leathers Elyon's wearing look comfortable if form-fitting, in the same design as the outrider's outfit that you found Ryn wearing when you first met her. Deerskin gloves and boots to match complement his ensemble, save for the falconry glove he uses when he's handling the birds in the mews. The palace staff have found him a stylish yet functional tunic and pants, which is quite fitting given his changed role in Ryn's new rule... not that it does much to cover up the numerous scars from nips and claws from his charges over the many years he's been in service to the var Ridells. Most of them are on his arms, but there're a few on his legs, too. At least all of the scars look old, which implies he got most of them when he was younger and more headstrong...

Of course, there's the mark of the taint Kasyrra was spreading in the palace before you arrived with Ryn to set matters straight — despite him having left soon enough to escape the fate which befell most of the palace's denizens, it wasn't enough for him to avoid being outwardly changed later on — the golden slitted eyes and hooked claws that've replaced his fingernails are proof of that. The latter don't appear to have impeded his fine manipulation any and he keeps them hidden under his gloves most of the time, but you can see telltale marks and scabs on his skin where he's scratched himself not remembering how different he is from what he used to be. Unlike Elthara, it's outwardly visible; unlike Jae'lyn, the man is still himself, even if his appearance's changed — well, mostly.

All in all, Elyon Eliamsson might have been handsome once, but given that he's been around in his capacity since the time Ryn's dad was ruling, it's not really surprising that he's more rugged nowadays. There's a certain world-weariness in his expression and demeanor that detracts from his handsomeness, but you can see how he might once have been fetching in his younger days.

Maybe time doesn't heal all wounds, after all...

Interactions

First Encounter

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"On your knees before the Queen Regent," the bailiff snaps, pushing him down to the cold floor of the audience chamber. "May I present for your judgement Elyon Eliamsson, Master of the Hounds and Hawks. Or former Master? He certainly hasn't been around to perform his duties for a while."

The elven man looks about with wide but weary eyes, his gaze finally alighting on Ryn atop her throne. "Ah. I didn't quite want to believe it myself, but it doesn't look like Daliza was lying, after all. The younger princess has indeed deposed her sister."

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Sex

"So, you want to fuck, huh? Word's around the palace that you're fucking everyone who's anyone within these halls, so-called champion. Don't know how much truth there is to those rumors, but everything feels like that would be the way things are if you were indeed fucking what remains of the nobs. Lumia's tits, guess I should be glad I'm counted amongst their number now, right?"

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