All rise..

Neimad approaches..
Neimad is a tall slim elf with shoulder length black hair. His beard wraps around his jaws and under his chin. It's cleanly shaven, unlike a dwarves beard, which drags on the ground.
He wears several piercings and rings, all with the proper alignment of his deity, Trimble.
A silver spike has been pierced through his bottom lip, releasing him from the slavery of nature, and into the world of opportunities.
His choice of deity was not chosen by his fore fathers, but of his own decision.He decided on the deity 'Trimble', the elven goddess of trickery. He took the path of a mystic, slowly practicing spells and magic formulae, testing and producing various types of trickery, such as invisibility and ventriloquate.
He could no longer find his place among the elves, so he ventured to the City of Midgaard. Here he learned more of the real world, keeping balance in the bars by slaying drunks and janitors. Killing mutant beastly fidos and natural fidos alike, somehow keeping things perfectly aligned.
A long time after this, Neimad kept himself in the sewers.. And deeper..
He found himself scavenging for his life in the depths of Underdark. Not knowing to he, they do not follow any of his beliefs.. Trimble does not exist there.. He had to find a new path, and thus he started to wear the dark equipment of his victims.
'Death will thank you' He'd growl at his opponents, casting spells that caused their flesh to melt off their bones. He would sacrifice their remains and move on to the next victim.
Some of the things he would kill would make a good kill for his fellow giants.. Big orcs, trolls, goblins.. Even dragons! Neimad would grizzle his teeth and step into any battle.
Too many times has he fallen with such nasty wounds, Trimble had to haul his soul from his body and replace it in another exatly like his own.. Always returning to the spot where he had fallen and taking his armor from his own dead body, then sacrificing it back to Trimble for the next time he needs her assistance.
The dark equipment he wore soon lost its effect, and it was time to replace it.. He stopped killing evil things and stealing from evil creatures.. His sights turn on new victims.. The innocent.
More and more holy and good natured people and species fell to the tip of his dagger, (which is coated in deadly venom). No longer was his place found among the elves, and no longer among man..
Now days he is open to challenges, mostly grouping with dwarves and killing things that he cant even spell, but thats besides the point.. His days of late have been spent adventuring and killing things with rich equipment, royal armors, others with no armor, but enough brute force to tear down castle walls!
Alas, he knows the answer, but he's not telling..
He claims to have experience, but knows nothing..
He, who walks among you with ancient elven history, wishes even now, he had not chosen this path, but it is the one laid before him by his previous actions, and what he's done, he cannot change.
Watching the stars, he starts to venture.. His scout backpack opens itself and a long pipe floats out. Neimad catches it out of the air & fills it with some unknown plant. He puffs on it a few times and releases it back into space.. It finds its way back to the backpack..
Neimad stands up.
Neimad utters a few words and his skin turns to stone.
A few more words and his feet lift off the ground..
His muscles surge.
He is moving more quickly.
He is surrounded by a shield.
His armor gets bulkier.
He is protected from evil and blessed.
He utters a final word and is glowing white with power!
Neimad grins.
Neimad steps through a gate and vanishes.