[Darkling]

Using the information on the races shown what follows is the completed profile.

Name - Volthar the Swift (Performing Name)
Race - High Elf part of House Belisarious
Class - Freelance Sword Dancer (A perfomring art turned combat style in the wake of the war, needs room to act on though is capable of taking on three oponents at a time in good conditions.)
Weapon(s) - Light Double Bladed Sword (Family Blade marked with small writtings down each blade on both sides)
Magic - Element Enchantment (Rarly used)
Other Skills - Can play a flute, and familiar with some bardic lore.

History -
Coming from a large family of perfomring Sword Dancers, dancers, singers and musicians. Situated in the capital the family theatre is not large but not that small either, in the outbrake of the war Volthar along with one of his brother and two of his sisters conspired to persuade their parents to let them expand their talents out into the world. It worked though persuading two bardic parents of the want for adventure was not a hard task. Setting out on his own supplies and money in hand, beliving that this was all going to be one big new adventure.

Working his way from the heart of the nation to the front line battles became a somber reminder, though he has yet to let it dis-hearten his want to see and learn more. Surviving easily enough putting on shows for troops in exchange for food and rest for a few days, before moving on and continuing onto the next brigade of soldiers. Days stared to become weeks, slwoly turning into months, though he refused to stay any longer than a few months with any one group preffering not to build up to much of an attachment to the various people he has met along the way.

The war is nearing its end, it hangs in the air like some mocking stench of victory always bestowing you only with a few seconds of bliss. Its been a victory with heavy ransom to pay, entire generations slaughtered, acts of depravity and of great valour all thrown into a single pot to boil niether reconisable anymore. Volthar through all this has held up his optamism, depsite only coming across one of his sisters entertaining a band of aged veteran farmers turned soldiers. Their combined act seemed to lighten the mood for a while after at least, before they moved on again.