Silver hilted bastard sword with four compartments in the hilt where he hides four throwing daggers. Ebony Longbow with a quiver of forty steel-tipped arrows. Staff made of Jakil wood with a rapier embedded into it. One hunting knife.
6’2, well-toned, forest green eyes tinted with a gold color. Moderate size. Sharp elvish features in the face; high cheekbones, slanted eyes, and pointed ears. Skin complexion is a dark mahogany but with with a slight tint of green. Jet black hair with two thick strands of braided platnium hair. A four foot tail coming out of the end of his spine with a single spike at the tip that releases a paralyzing poison. Two glands that is imbued into the saliva that when spit upon causes a numbing feel while burning the skin. Two slits of skin right between the shoulder blades, two inches apart. Inside are two special organs that release wings; wingspan is twelve feet.
A dark forest green robe that holds a hood with a gold fringe at the end. Ends at mid thigh. Wears under it black pants with a brown leather tunic underneath. Black leather boots.
Born in a small nomadic hamlet, Demitri’s mother died giving birth to him. During his childhood, he was considered an outsider towards all the other wild elves. Being that he was a very unfortunate mix-breed rarily heard or seen in most of the lands. His father being a green forest dragon, whom no one in his tribe told him the real name other than their tribal name, which was “Great beast of the Trees” but his mother’s name was as beautiful as she was,“Elizabeth Elexial”. While growing up, Demitri was treated like he was inferior by few and then again superior to many of the elders who thought of him as a half-god. He was never allowed to play or talk to any of the children in the tribe, but instead of trying to do so and break his own commited rule he trained twice as hard as any of them. Soon coming to the age of fifty he was beginning to be called a “man” among the people they began to show some trust and equality towards him and he began to walk among the rest of the tribe without someone stopping and bowing every five seconds.
At thirty he was was sent to the Kadlin West Acadamy where he learned basic knowledge; geography, mathematics, science, literature, learned to speak trolloc and common tongue. He was the top in his class and was elected as school representive where he was able to travel to other cities and towns.
As he reached the age of sixty-one Demitri was starting to look like an actual nineteen year old. He was also considered handsome among their woman elves. Handsome and mischevious to the elders always seeming to get himself into a load of trouble. Once having been caught in the act of shaving one of the elder’s head.
At the age of ninety-eight he was now considered a man among them being able to “better” any of their finest warriors along with ones from neighboring tribes. Soon they began to let him enter tournaments in Abasil. Archery contests in which he would come out in the top two. Also being an excellent swordsmen he would take up any challenge that was thrown his way.
Being among the best of the warriors on his tribes many lands he had few more abilities than any other. Being able to see farther than any elf and human at most without magic. He has the sight of a dragon, being able to fly and jump as high as thirty feet up and thirty feet forward, back, side to side. He also has the ability to sense if there is an assassin or any secretive attacker. He has super fast speed and movements, and can change his voice with ease. He can also control all of his special abilities including his acid and numbing spit. And being and expert archer and superior swordsman he was the best warrior of his tribe and could outbest any man or living creature throughout the territory.
When he was one hundred and five he was well known all over the Abasil territories as a skilled killer, hunter, and tracker. And at the age of one hundred and twenty Abasil recruiters always kept coming around asking if he would join their armies. He wouldn’t but was once to have said to travel to the frigid north coasts, able to slip past the Trolls who patrolled the moutians and passes.
Since then for the last five years he has not stayed in one place for more than two days always staying on the move. He was in many wars including the Great War between the ogres and Caladin where he was a mercenary captain, The Andune War between Anfalas and Talahar where he was a corporal.
His time has found out that no matter how strong he might be he has weaknesses as well. On one encounter in Caladin he had been hit from the magic of the Great Wyrm in the Great War. He almost died from the magical blast and his body was paralyzed for three weeks. He was wounded during sunset where the failing light made him unable to focus.