Name: Strider TrueAim.

Rank: My second character I ever made, and the first really main character Ive ever killed.

First Appearence: Date- 7/31/01 RPG- Warm Welcome?

Final Appearance: RPG- Incantations. Page 9.

Species: Dark Elf.

Age: 30 {Looks around 21}

Whistle (before death): Earth

Whistle beast: Roc--Dakota.

Birthday: October 4

Hair: A dark mud brown.

Eyes: Dull swamp Green. Missing the pupils.

Hobbies: Staying alive and being lazy.

Weopons: Long dagger....but majority of the time he doesnt stick around to it.

Steed: Dakota.

Blood Siblings: Grim and Sky. Those are the only known ones, but with his fathers reputation, theres probally more. He has no full siblings however, all of them born of different mothers, so he only has half-brothers and sisters.

True Siblings: Sprink. Because the bond these two had makes them true brothers....even though they have no blood relation whatsoever.

Mother: Felicity. (supposed to be pronounced, Fe-li-ci-tay) Not much is known of her, considering she died shortly after Strider was born.)

Father: Hunter WindCloud. See his bio in the bok to know more...One thing though that is kinda disgusting...Hunter and Felicity were brother and sister...dont think it was willing, it was more of a rape situation.

Reference: If you want to know a even more in-depth history of this person, up until his death, then I sugges you read the first 10 pages of Incantations.

Bio: The tale of this dark elf is both sorrow filled and deep...ending both abrutely and sadly...almost as sadly as it had started...and he differed from almost anyone of the characters in the story line...simply because of his attitude and thoughts...So the story begins, in the Pine Mountain Pass. It was a territory that had always belonging to the WindCloud Clan. A place of death and assassins...all carefully picked to do sly and clever killings....all in the dead of night, with the great most of care and with a passion for death and pain...an camp that was nestled in a uncharted part of the forested pass...one with a small mesa in which their fearless and clever leader...a fugitive dark elf with a misted over past that was named, Hunter WindCloud...who was confident of his Clan...who could easily topple armies, if only they found a firm foundation to stand upon..one built from the bricks that their enemies threw at them...some kind of power that they could simply topple their enemies with...the only thing now, was to find it...Hunter however, when he was bored, he had a...umm...rather....cruel...and...err, interested way to fill up his schedule...which in turn, adding up on Hunter's offspring list...most of them unknown, even to him...but there was onee in particular, that seemed to catch his eye...the one that had come from his own sister...one he had cruely named, Stranger. Somone who would walk through like unknown to anyone...and Hunter became extremely interested in his son...mostly because a old fortune teller had told him that his son would be the end of him...and he was fairly supersticious...as he observed his aloof son, he would watch and see the young dark elf nonchalantly pull wings off of a butterfly, or rip small animals arms and legs off slowly...all with a blank and silently angry face...and the boy seemed to only have one companion, a small opposum he seemed to have taken a shine to, and let it sit on his shoulder as he went about his bidding...and Hunter was aware that he had never even said a word to his son...met him face to face....and Hunter thought and thought on to it...and he decided that Stranger seemed strong...and might be a good ally to have when he grew up...but then again, he could be a danger...so he would make up his mind to either raise or kill his son... When he followed him one day to the river.... Stranger had angrily yelled out to his father...who was trying hard to keep his temper...and he made one last attempt to bring Stranger over to his side, by making the hollow lie, that he loved him...Stranger made his brave error by telling him,

"TO HATE SOMETHING AND CALL IT LOVE IS THE GREATEST EVIL THERE IS!"

Hunter lost his patience right there and then, and he grabbed his son and forced him under the water...and held him there.... Water....a thing that he would come to loath in his future life...and as life was slowly being stolen from him, such a fear gripped him...and something happened, that almost never occurs anymore...an event that would give birth to the last Soul Reaver....because of the swirl of fate and fear, a part of him seemed to be stolen away by the swirling waters of the river..The stronger half of him...and as death came into veiw...and he shot his hand up and grabbed the Whistle of Earth around Hunter's neck, trying to haul himself up...someone came along that Hunter hadnt seen in years...one of the only men to ever defeat or capture the infamous assassin... And with a loud cracking of bone and a short cry of surprise from Hunter, who was sent hurtling through the air, a large black bull slammed into him full force...managing to give the dark elf a long scar along the side of his torso...the black bull snorting and stamping its hoof loudly on the ground...a long red scar over its left eye, which was a pure white...the bull looking into the water, hooking its horn on the collar of the boys tunic and hauling him from the water...and the boy simply stared at the person who had saved him...and after a short conversation, and a frightened look over at the river, Stranger went happily back to Sutter's Valley with Squall...who didnt seem to aprove of the boys name, and renamed him, Strider.

And Strider had managed to get away with the Whistle of Earth...

But Hunter had managed to gain something else...

Farther down the river, Hunter was savagly attacked by a rotting blue skinned demon that looked exactely like his son Stranger...except, well, covered in black blood, had maggots burrowing into its skin, and its whole pressence reaking od death....and a long silver edged syth almost welded into its hand....and Hunter recognized it almost instantly as a Soul Reaver...and he smiled...because he had figured out one of the greatest mysteries of Lylack...how a Soul Reaver is created...it is simply what might have been created into a demon...simple as that...but it had to be a truely heroic fate destroyed...and Hunter knew, that without it, his son would be a sniveling shell of a man...and he knew he had a new weopons....and he decided to keep its name of Stranger... So he had really never lost his son...

I can unstand if this is somewhat confusing to you, Stranger and Strider....they are the same person, and yet two different beings all together...it is simply two different halves of the same person...so dont get confused,the Reaver is called Stranger...and the elf we know is Strider.

So, for a long while, Strider grew up into the TrueAim family...and he found himself hated by Squall...because the dark elf was extremely lazy, and often very cruel...and he was simply, very hard to like...and very easy to hate...and Strider would simply wave his hand off to this, not really caring, then would trot off and bask in the sunshine...frittering life away...and often wallowing in his own self-pity at how much he was disliked...and alas, a adopted elf...forced to live with a family that had the names of the legendary Vagabond...and he had little to do with Hope or Squall soon after he got a little older...often slinking off for days at a time, then coming back just to longue the day away...and eventually, both Squall and Hope got sick of yelling at him to do something...and just accepted the fact of Strider's uselessness... Stride was a unique youth...he was fascinated by the world around him...if it didnt take much effort to observe...and anything he could steal, instantly became his...and he was often seen slinking into the high walls of Lorien, leaving with a sack full of things he fancied...raiding the orchard...and he prided himself for his theiving abilities...not to mention, his dagger... It was a long dagger, with a silver hilt and turquiose navajo pommel stone at the top...and it was one of Strider's only treasures...having it as long as he could remember it...and sadly recalled that it was identical to the one that his father had...but he would often just sigh and push the thoughts of his past life with the Clan away...feeling all the sudden depressed and anxious about something he couldnt describe... He had tried to shoot a bow, and fight with a sword, and ride a horse the best he could...and though he was capable, he wasnt spectacular...heck, he wasnt even good...but he found that he had a natural skill with throwing that knife...being able to hit a fly in the back about 30 feet away with a great ease...and he would often smile and prance down Loriens streets, smiling and whistling...looking around for things to theive...throwing a rock at a elvish kid just for the heck of it...and he often got harrased for it as well....he noted that a lot of the Lorien bred children had a rich blonde hair, and a snowy complexion...and they all noticed, just as they noticed halves, they noticed that his skin was dark, almost meditteranian, and his hair was a muddy brown...yet he was still an elf...and they knew he was of the darker species...bad blood...but whenever they got too close, most of them would get a nasty cut on the chest or arm from a silver blade...and they grew to learn not to mess with the cocky plain looking elf....and another factor contributed to it as well.... A baby Bronze Wing. Though Dakota, who was growing at the equal rate and speed as Stride, was only about the size of a very large dog, he was still very vicious when needed to be... And Strider loved the bronze wing, as his only friend....and since he had always wanted a dog, he thought Dakota like a dog...teaching him to fetch and giving the bird a belly rub...and Dakota couldnt have been happier...never having such a young keeper of the Whistle, nor someone who wanted to play with him and not make him fight...and as he learned to fly...Strider would often smile in thinking about being a Roc Rider when he grew up...

There was someone else that impacted his life deeply as well....

His "brother" Strife...humbly called Sprink, or sometimes Sparky...

Strider was 4 years older than Sprink...he was very fond of Strider...often tagging along, until Strider angrily shooed him away,...and Sprink would obey and go off to do whatever he wanted...and it was only until Sprink turned about 9 that the two really connected...Stride was 13, and more mischeivous than ever...itching to do something truely risky with his time...and he found himself growing extrmely found of his little brother...who was so much better than he real brother, a disgusting elf named Grim...and Strider would often drag Sprink along into the messes...things like going through a portal to earth one dark night, and stealing a dump truck and filling it up with raw fish, and dumping it on the front door of the Palace at Lorien...before he and Sprink went laughing all the way home...or even more risky things, like the time Strider had been trying an Incantation, and had accidently burned half of the TrueAim's house down...and he and Sprink stood there guiltly thinking of excuses as they watched the flames...Squall had been out that night...and they knew that his wrath would be massive at the sight of coming home to a burning house...And the bond Sprink nad Strider slowly gained over the yearsm, was one I can barely decribe...they were a family, and at the same time, not....but they depended on one another...opposites almost...Sprink obsessive with the art of the swords, and dreams of being a knight and warrior...and Strider not thinking of much of anything...just thinking about how he could make his mark in time...and as he came of age, he sadly knew what a good for nothing he really was...and when he turned 24, and Sprink was 20....Strider felt a strong sense of jelously towards his brother...Sprink was so proud...so strong....so much better...while Strider was weak and miserable...and because of this, they often would get in terrible arguements that would often lead to a battle that would spurt blood...some of them ending more peacefully, both of them seeing their stupidity and bursting out laughing...rough housing with eachother...and Strider came and went from time to time...and his path and Sprink's didnt cross as much as they used to...and what he did in his time off, who knew...one could only guess...but he became even more depressed, and he had tried to kill himself, 4 times....overdoses never working, and he had passed out after he had slit his wrist, and woke up in an infirmrary with it sewn back up...and he would oftne sit alone by himself in the rair...hating every drop of water that touched his skin...and he would lay back in the mud and look up at the gray sky...letting the rain wash over him...and all he could think about was how pathetic he was...how he was slowly wasting away...and he kept The Whistle of Earth hidden from everyone...not using it for anyhting...and he slowly drifted away from those days of speaking to the trees...thoughts of death dawning in him...and he was a so-so roc rider...Dakota grown up now, just like him...a dark feathered plain looking roc...kinda stupid..and Strider sadlyt knew that it was so, because he himself was stupid...and he longed to be somebody...to be recalled...by someone...

And he got a message from Sprink one day...

And headed over to the Theives Guild with a slight glum expression..tales of a mysterious half-elf "defeating" Ben had reached Strider one day while he was sitting in a bar...evesdropping..and he had smiled ot himself with closed eyes, sipping on a glass of vodka...knowing who they spoke of...and he silently got up and walked outside into the snow...pulling his cloak hard around him...and set off for Earth...sighing again as the wind nipped his face hard...and a few days later, had made it there...and got reunited with his brother... Though it was kinda...tense...and they didnt seem to get along at all....

So Strider was dragged along into this Quest...and though his cowardly nature was pushing him to just ditch this stupid thing and go far away, he stuck to it...because he cared about his brother...even though he resneted living in his shadow...and he tagged along glumly...adding a mood of rude nad sorrow....and he grew weary of the traveling and quest...and he felt his heart, like so many others, growing sick....and he would oftne sigh and look off into the distance...and he tried hard to ignore his "Myoximotis" Which had been coming in explosions to the senses lately...

Yes...the power to see beyond sight...to see things in a way that few were granted with...

But he abused and ignored his gift...and simply tried to escape from these painful visons that hit him like a ton of bricks in the face...

And a odd opportunity hit him...

The Dark Alliance...

And because he felt so downhearted all the time, so sickened from himself...he willingly and foolishly joined in with the Dark Alliance...though it made him feel even worse...and he kept it a secret...and after a while, he struck it out on his own, to look for Sprink after Lorien had been destroyed...and Bane had told him to go and retreive the Whistle of light...to show where his allegence was...and Strider trailed them... and he sadly came along...ever thinking about how he could get the Whistle...and not feel so guilty...and by a simple twist of fate, he met back up with his sister, Sky...though he did not recognize her...and he followed his brother into the mountain pass...

And ultimately,

To his doom.

Along the way, Hunter had been plotting on how to get the Redeimer out of the Obsidian (for more reference, go look at Redeimer in BOK). And found that he had to get his son back to do so...and spill his blood upon the slab....

~The events that followed were all winding and tragic...and to know what really happened between point A and point B, go to the topic, Incantations...

Because what happened, led to his death...and he finally found peace in his life...he was killed when he fought against Hunter, and he managed, with his last ounce of power, to throw his trusty dagger, and kill Hunter, before he could kill Sprink...then he stumbled down to say his goodbyes...before he drifted away....and because he had his soul taken, this goodbye....was forever....

And he followed a strange Pale Horse into the darkness of eternity...perhaps, never to be seen again...but mabey, he had managed to keep a part of himself alive...somewhere...Far Away....in the distance...just out of reach...hanging by a thread....lost to memory nad time...trying to find his way back to his friends and brother...content with the thought that he had gained his Atonement for all the sins and terrible things he had done in his wasted life...and in his last moment he was able to harness such a wisdom of life...something so deep....

And was gone...

Into nothing but Dust in the Wind.....

So I contribute to him...my 2nd character I ever made...someone who was always slightly overlooked...never truelly given the spotlight he so deserved...and I had a hard time righting his death...he was one of my favorite characters....

But perhaps, his efforts and death shall ripple out, like on the surface of a pond...and touch far off shores...

And he may, alter the future, in more ways than we can guess....

Clothing: Black shoes and long brown pants. His shirt is a dull reddish gray color made from caribou skin. Black gloves and long silver overcoat he keeps open thats made out of Pine marten hide. Keeps his dagger on his belt.

Appearence: Hes a little taller than most people. Hes really thin, probally because he doesnt eat much...rather dark skin. He blends in really well, probally because he looks rather plain. Got a deep aurburn hair thats naturally parted in the middle so that the ends hang on either side of his face. Normal facial features, and swamp green eyes that are oddly missing their pupils...and his voice is hollowed, and it seems to echo...has a almost always frown upon his face...but when he smiles, its like seeing the sun break free from the clouds...and has a foggy and distant look on his face alot...

Motto: No one's going to give you a map, you must decide on your own path