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Name: Elanros Tassarion
Race: Elf (Aiudeen)
Class: Alchemist (Vivisectionist)
Age: ~350
Height: 6'4"/193cm
Build: Broad-shouldered. Elanros is more well-muscled than the willowy stereotype of most elves, owing to five decades of adventurous travel outside Kyonin.
Clothing: In public, Elanros tends to dress in plain traveler's clothes. He has no desire to draw excess attention, or to be particularly memorable to those who do notice him. Within his own home, he indulges himself with more ornate finery and jewelry.

Character Information:

➣ Born privileged in Kyonin, Elanros is a proponent of the uncontroversial (among elves) belief that his people possess both a right and an imperative to take back the lands they abandoned during the cataclysmic Earthfall, some 8000 years ago. Unfortunately, he also believes Kyoni society in the present day is far too soft and cowardly to accomplish such, and that if they hope to ever achieve this, people need to get out of his face with this bullshit about "ethical concerns" and """crimes against mortalkind""" and """""you should be in prison."""""

➣ Which is to say, Elanros believes in enhancing Kyonin's strength at any cost. An area of particular concern to him is the fleshwarping sciences of the wretched drow—an advantage, he would say, that is too powerful to remain solely in the hands of their twisted cousins. For this reason, Elanros has devoted himself to unraveling the secret of this craft and refining it into an improved process fit to be wielded by Aiudeen hands. Alas, most people seem to disagree that twisting a sapient being's body and mind into a monstrous and obedient shock troop is ever an appropriate course of action; go figure!

➣ As a means of support for his secret research, well over a century ago, Elanros entered the cult of Blackfingers—an aspect of Norgorber embodying the pursuit of knowledge through alchemy, experimentation, and the creation of various poisons and drugs. With the aid of its far-spanning web of connections, Elanros gained access to rare reagents and censured medical texts from across Golarion. Unlike some, however—and quite like others—he never regarded the evil deity with true devotion; rather, Elanros considered his cooperation with the cult and its god to be a business arrangement, in which he always strove to offer as much value as he received.

➣ For a time, Elanros settled in the port city of Greengold. There, he ran a medical clinic catering to Kyonin's underclass of short-lived races and half-breed cast-offs. It was a perfectly reputable clinic, where he came to know many members of many humanoid races well. It was also the site of his gruesome fleshwarping experiments, with dozens or hundreds of test subjects supplied from the slave populations of docking ships. Elanros was always very careful to operate within the letter of Kyonin's laws; any purchases made from slavers occurred well before their ships ever docked, and he never took subjects from Greengold's free citizens—even those that "wouldn't be missed."

➣ Nevertheless, the day eventually came that Greengold authorities requested an inspection of his clinic. Elanros surmised that his days operating unharassed had come to an end; he collected his research notes, shuttered the building, and quietly struck out for the chaotic River Kingdoms. Given his disdain for Kyonin's preference for tradition over progress, he wasn't exactly sorry to leave it—and particularly not when a change in scenery meant the law would be less inclined to scrutinized the activities he got up to with his own property.

➣ As he traveled through the Inner Sea region, he told new acquaintances half-truths—that he had left Kyonin of his own volition, and that he was not eager to revisit a country he found so narrow-minded. Despite his belief in an elven claim over most of Golarion's lands, paradoxically, Elanros has never been much of an elven supremacist; he quite earnestly believes the people of Kyonin could learn much from the ingenuity and passion of the "short-lived" races, and that shutting themselves off from outside cultures has served only to stunt their own.

➣ Open-minded and lacking in stereotypical elven arrogance, Elanros found companions quite readily—albeit while concealing the precise sort of "progress" he so eagerly pursued. He never stayed for too long in one place or with one person, largely integrating himself into other traveling bands as he moved from city-to-city. With each new destination he reached, he would bid his companions goodbye and turn his attention to whatever magical knowledge and arcane texts could be found there.

➣ This changed when a Varisian caravan accepted his accompaniment as a guard. Considering himself something of an artistic soul—and, indeed, most knew him as both an alchemist and an artist, with his journals filled with botanical sketches and hand-drawn diagrams of local wildlife—Elanros found himself taken with the culture of these nomadic people. More than that, he found himself taken with one woman in particular among them; he fell in love, very earnestly, and the couple eventually found themselves with child.

➣ With that said, Elanros is a freak with no morals. He also knows, very lucidly, that he is a freak with no morals! He realized that, sooner or later, he would turn his lover and yet-unborn daughter into fodder for his cruel experiments—whether that choice be compelled by Norgorber's dark will or his own obsession. With no word and no explanation, Elanros gathered his possessions and abruptly abandoned the caravan one night.

➣ Elanros eventually settled in the country of Galt on a more permanent basis, relying on its constant state of upheaval to mask his crimes. It's there that his estranged daughter would find him, some four decades after he had left that Varisian caravan behind. To date, this is only time the two of them have met or spoken; in the aftermath, Ziana alerted local Erastilian congregations to his less-than-savory activities in their communities' backyards. Though he survived the subsequent strike made by their inquisitors, at present, he has been forced into the life of a fugitive once again.

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good lord (kinklist)
For the record, while this character tends toward "extreme" kinks for obvious reasons, I'd still prefer that you check in about them if I'm not posting to a meme specifically designed to facilitate them! A lot of them necessitate a degree of intensity that I am not always prepared to meet.