Senator Teroleus Naevon
Well done is better than well said.
Description: A soldier's crisp posture and close-cropped hair give a wealth of knowledge away in a single glance. His skin has a rugged almost leathery tan from years of being in the sun, and his face has a squared look. A sharp nose rests in the center of his face, with a pronounced bridged to it, aquiline in appearance. Only a single white scar on his cheek to mar it; an oddity when there is Restorative magic. His physique is honed from years of combat training.
Personality: Teroleus has lost a lot. Siblings. Friends. Allies. Wife. All he has left is his duty to serve the Duindar and he takes that seriously. He has a lot of regret haunting him over all he's lost in life but he doesn't let that cloud his judgement. He is stern, practical, and to the point. He's had loss but he doesn't let it drag him down; it drives him instead.
Background: The Eradication War and the Third Migration took a lot from Teroleus. A Spellblade in both blade and Evocation magic (specializing in wind and electricity), he lost his siblings and many of his friends and allies in the war. It was then he received a scar which he kept as a reminder of his failure to protect them. He regretted leaving behind the humans he was so close to when the Third Migration took the elves away, his voting Against the departure. He knew they would die without the elven armies to assist. This put him at odds with his head of house Elstrin, his cousin.
He and his wife Alesetta survived the perilous journey across the seas only to lose her when their first settlement was wiped out in the First Flood some fifteen years after they settled the riverbanks. Since then, he has felt the need to expand beyond the banks of the volatile river and get away from the treetops, even if the Isalspire itself seems secured and immutable. He believes military expansion is essential to their security.
He harbors a resentment towards himself for not being able to help more and protect those he loves. Every time he looks in the mirror he sees the scar which reminds him of it. All he has left is duty to serve in the senate and look out for the protection and well-being of the Duindar. He feels he is done with active military life but serves as a tactician and occasional teacher to the younger generations.