High Lord Cayn Aenorr
Only through a unified front can we hope to survive.
Description: Tall and statuesque, though slightly diminished and weary in his long life. Cayn is the epitome of aging with grace in the eyes of elf-kind. Very few signs of his age, save for the wise way he carries himself, manifest in his face and features. His hair is braided back more often than not, allowing his pale crystalline eyes to take the focus. His gaze is piercing but not without kindness. Though his smiles are rare, they are genuinely felt when they appear.
Personality: Calm and cautious, Cayn is known for his level headed approach. Listening, learning, evaluating and then speaking only when his words will have impact. Not easy to anger, by any means, but when his ire is stoked it is met with swift vengence, followed most often by a calm contemplative evaluation of the situation. He is always introspective, but warm.
Background: Cayn was born the eldest son of Landoth the Bold, High Lord of House Aenorr. And like any Faenor Heir, he was groomed to his position from the time he was born. Lessons in language, politics, war, diplomacy, everything a future High Lord might need to know. But truly, it was history that caught his eye of all his studies. He made every excuse he could to travel to the Duindar Great Library and read all about the heroes and foes of the past. He had a special interest in the Scorched Earth War. And indeed, special interest in a Duindairian Mage of House Laenorin named Sheelah.
After some debate and pushing from both sides, the two were finally married. Brundir was kind to them and brought two children in to their lives. Their small family grew and prospered along with the rest of the Faenor. When his father passed on the title of High Lord to Cayn, he stepped up in to the role he was born for with ease.
Estril's Feast was a breaking point for Cayn's easy going spirit. The discovery that one of his own sons was a Harbinger was a heartbreaking truth to face. Even harder still was condemning him to be reaped from existence. That sort of void never truly closes, the wound still fresh in his heart after 400 years. When it came time to make another tough decision in his life, the decision to stay among the dying in Lorandor or leave to find immortality once more in Aarandor, Cayn hesitated. Weighing both fates. Staying behind to fight alongside the peoples of Lorandor would surely mean his death. But it would be an honorable death. Though leaving all behind and starting anew would mean a chance at survival. It pained him, but Cayn finally cast his vote to leave, setting the Faenor in line with Ithriel Elexia's plan. That decision cost him his wife and many members of his family on the journey across the sea. But, it did assure him the continuation of House Aenorr. And for that, he is grateful.