A half-elf wastrel, somewhat skilled in the arts arcane. (Former character of GTB
Meliantan is tall for a half-elf, and thin. He carries himself in a slouch, as to avoid attention, and generally prefers to blend into the background of any gathering. He wears expensive clothing and jewelry, though he rarely draws attention to his wardrobe if he can help it.
The man who was once Vanan Septanis is the son of an Kalamaran noble and an elven sorceress. His mother abandoned him on his father’s doorstep almost immediately after giving birth, saying only that he wouldn’t be accepted by her people. His father could not acknowledge him as his son, as he had been conceived out of wedlock, but his features were unmistakeably that of his father, if made sharper by his elven blood. His father instead simply made a place for him within his keep, and mostly ignored the boy.
Vanan grew into a handsome lad, if a bit slight, especially compared to his father and half-brothers. He gained a reputation as he got older for being lazy and disinterested in much of anything except his own comfort. On his 17th birthday, his father finally had enough of his layabout behavior and his tendency to frequently be caught in the chambers of one maid or another, and obtained a commission for him with the legion.
Vanan had absolutely no desire to join the legion however, and instead pawned the equipment his father had purchased for him and spent several months in Bet Kalamar, drinking and whoring his way across the city from one side to the other. When his money began to finally run out, he borrowed more from various moneylenders, using his father’s name to get credit. As even that money began to run out, he borrowed more and more from less and less savory elements within the city.
Eventually he woke up in a truly wretched state, and realized that he had run out of people that would loan him money, and even worse, some of the ones he had already borrowed from were looking for him. He knew that something had to be done about the situation, or he would soon fear for his life, so he did the only thing he could do: He faked his own death and fled the city.
He began using an elven name he invented, Meliantan Daheriel, which he chose purely because he liked the translation.
He began to travel, using his magic to entertain others when he was running low on funds, and to charm his way into the households of nobles and wealthy merchants. He spent the last five years traveling throughout Tellene, ending up in Cosolen, where he finds himself once again low on funds, and “working” for the academy library.
Traveled as part of the Cosolen Military Academy’s Investigative Unit until he was slain by an Ankheg. Was buried with his book in Lnonven.
Carried a book, The Wanderings of Windfeather