Not super new, but amazing shows: Bodies and Silo

(yeah, I like dystopian mystery/adventure)

@Priceless1178 The idea that the brother could come and go from Andalvynn easily doesn't work with the established lore. The city is not easy to leave, and so this would be extremely difficult for him to be coming and going as he pleases - I would suggest reworking this as, if the brothers were born in Andalvynn, they wouldn't be leaving. If they come to Andalvynn once, they're there permanently.

This is a good start, but the background needs some work. Please make sure you refer to the Character Design Guide, particularly #5.

Since the character was born outside Andalvyn, please detail how they arrived in the city, keeping in mind travel back and forth is not easy.

Friends: Isodorian

I feel like Nyxx actually wrote this while Dorian cries in 'you don't even know how to spell my name' over a vat of pasta.

Under personal information, name/nickname refer to the character's information where player name is the writer's name.

For Akira being born in the real world 1600s, the backstory should indicate how he found his way to Andalvyn. We need a little bit more detail on how he got here and what he's been doing for the years he's been alive.

PERSONAL INFORMATION

Name: Isidorian Errapiel
Nicknames: Isi, Doro, Dorian
IGN: Isidorian
Face Claim: Robert Sheehan

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BASIC INFORMATION

Age: Old
Date of Birth: 7 November 1393
Current Residence: The Cottage

Species: Tua (High Elf)
Gender: Male

Occupation: 'Gardener'

Powers: All
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Non-Grid Powers: Ability to commune with nature, particularly plants

Weaknesses: Iron and built-up environments, physically weak

Partner: Nyxx Actaeon
Keeper: N/A
Sworn: N/A
Oath: N/A
Affiliation: None

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PHYSICAL TRAITS
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Eyes: Green
Hair Color: Dark brown, curly, and kept just long enough to hide the tips of his ears.

Height: 6’2”
Weight: 60 kg
Build: Slender, willowy

Tattoos: None
Piercings: None
Scars: Faint scarring around his left wrist

Physical Description: Dorian doesn't take up much space despite his height. Willowy and worryingly thin, he's content to fade into the background rather than draw attention to himself. While he has no obvious marks of his age, he tends to favour his left wrist.

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PSYCHOLOGICAL TRAITS

Merits: Honest to a fault, kind and well-meaning; boundlessly optimistic

Flaws: Unreliable, fickle, poor attention span, evident lack of self-preservation; addictive personality
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Personality: Around strangers, Isidorian is quiet and amiable, almost to a fault. He goes out of his way to make people feel both comfortable and welcome in his presence. His penchant for honesty may lead to some rather uncomfortable revelations early on. Not much is left to the imagination with Dorian: he wears his heart on his sleeve and doesn’t bother shying away from who - or what - he is.

Despite his many brushes with death, Dorian remains a carefree, easygoing person more likely to go with the flow - in whatever direction that may lead - than make waves. He is conflict-avoidant and defaults to levity when faced with negativity.

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BACKGROUND

Family: None, deceased
Friends: TBD
Enemies:

Backstory: Born in the mountains near modern-day Selçuk, Turkey, Isidoro spent the early years of his life as far away from humans as possible. He spent his youth in a secluded village with his kind. The village was nestled amid rolling hills and verdant forests, its inhabitants connected with the Earth to grow in harmony. While not welcoming to humans, the village was known for bountiful harvests and abundant food, which villagers were happy to trade. Things were good in Isidoro's youth - until humans decided they wanted what the village had, making it a frequent target for raids. Unbeknownst to the humans, it wasn't the land that was inherently productive, it was the elves who cultivated it who assured the harvests.

During one of those raids, a 30ish-year-old Isidorian was mistaken for a changeling human pre-teen stolen by the Tua. The humans 'rescued' him from his people and he was taken to live amongst them in their village. Over time, they realized the mistake and bound him to a life of servitude. It took years to work up the courage to escape.

By the time he fled, the village that had been his home was deserted. Whatever family he had was either dead or dispersed. He wouldn't find them if he stayed, and so Isidoro travelled from the cradle of ancient civilizations, through the wilderness of Europe, Asia, and Africa for the majority of his life, avoiding conflict and man’s attempted dominion over nature at every turn - until he reached Andalvyn.

In the darkened alleyways of the war-torn city, he sank into a hedonistic spiral and a near-complete disconnect from nature that almost killed him.

Isidoro has adopted many names due to his nomadic lifestyle, though the diminutive “Dorian” seems to have stuck.