Naeberos Manwë

True name: Naeberos Manwë
Age: 106 Years
Gender: Male
Species: Elf
Place of birth: Forlindon
Current residence: Falkreath

Magic: Elemental control: water
The ability to control water and he is a master in the forbidden magic, which means he can control people's blood at any moment and more people at the same time. He knows the danger of it, but that does not stop him. The fact that he has managed to survive this long means he can take care of himself and that he is careful with it. If you find out about this you better run fast, he will kill if needed and lock you up otherwise resulting that you will never see the daylight ever again.

Height: 2,03m
Hair: Long white hair with a golden glow.
Eye color: Blue
Skin: Pale

Father: Indómerun Manwë
Mother: Lancariel Thellyn
Wife: Lothiriel
She is still back in Forlindon and wants nothing to do with him anymore.
Brother: Gondien Manwë
Childern: Arvindr Manwë and Raina Manwë
Nephews: Oropher Manwë, Daugion Manwë
Niece: Náriel Manwë


Naeberos is a cold person towards those he doesn't know. He hates meeting new people and especially when they are normal mundanes. It is because he sees himself as a superior being and everything else is lesser than him. You'll notice he is very arrogant and his words can hurt. A lot. He will treat you the same way he thinks about you and that is not good when he thinks low of you. When you approach him and start talking to him, you'll immediately know if he likes you or not.

Towards the people he likes and loves, he is an entirely different person. He is much softer and caring, he would even help those people if they were in any danger. But he will betray them if that is better for him. In the past, he learned that no one can truly be trusted. He lost enough and he does not want to lose more. The elf learned that it is better to first thing about yourself before thinking about other.
Even after all those years he still loves and misses his family, but he also knows that nothing can be done about that. It broke his heart and made him the person he is now. But if given the chance, he would return to his wife and especially his children.

People in the Nord often look at him like he is some fragile thing that would break by a mere touch. They underestimate him more than once but he always shows them how wrong they are. Naeberos is a talented dual wielder with years of practice. Time and time again he beats those who challenge him because for most people it is the first time they fight against an elf. There fighting style is different and much faster. What he lacks in strength he makes up with speed and intelligence.

He is a very smart man with a very stragetic mind. If you want a plan of attack, he is the elf you would go to, but it also makes him very dangerous. Not many people know that he has his own hidden agenda, only he knows about it an what he wants is not good. When someone would find out what it is, that person will die and he will be the one to do it. He is a cruel man when needed and he kills without remorse. He would even go so far as torture if he wants information out of someone.


The past cannot change. The future is yet in your power.
Naeberos grew up as Gondien younger brother but he never felt like his brother was better than him. They both knew that he would become Master after their father died, only the young boy didn't care. He loved to play with is his sibling, make fun together and train for that he wanted to become; the best warrior that had ever lived. His fighting skills were great and he was in posses of a lot of talent. He often won even against his older brother, but he did also lose a lot. That did not stop him, it only gave him another reason to train more. Only when he could beat everyone he would stop and until this day that has not changed.
Something in him loved his brother, but like siblings, nothing more than that. They were inseparable and if you were looking for one of the two, you would also find the other.

One day he met the love of his life Lothiriel. A truly beautiful elf and it was love at first sight for him. After meeting her he spent less time with his brother, but that didn't matter for he also found someone way before his little brother. It was great times and he loved every moment of it. After a couple of years his first child was born, a boy and some time after that a girl. They named them Arvindr and Raina.
His children always meant a lot to him and he did his best to raise them. No, he was not the best father but at least he did the best he could. He was soft and nice when needed and other times he was strict and serious. Sometimes he would get mad when they did something they weren't supposed to do, but his love for them was true.

The day came to his brother died and with that, a new Master would be chosen. Gondien died while on a mission, but the brave father managed to save his only daughter. That was something Naeberos admired, but he would miss his only sibling. They were close, but faith ripped them apart. The elf was sure that he would not get the rank he always wanted, where he was always fighting for, only that was not what happened. It was Oropher who became the new Master even when he was much younger. The elf was not sure how to feel about everything, but betrayal was one of them. That was the first time something really changed about his behavior. In his eyes, he deserved the title and him alone. Not some brat that was way too young. Yes, in his early years he didn't care for it, but things change and the thought of power intrigued him.

Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.
Even among them, it was forbidden to perform blood magic, but that didn't stop him. In his head, he had a plan to take Forlindon from his nephew but for that, he had to be stronger and stronger he became. First, he thought that it would be easy to teach himself the forbidden arts, but it was harder than expected. He needed a lot of practice and therefore he needed test subjects. To practice outside where everyone could see him was too dangerous so he captured some human outside Forlindon and he stayed prisoner for quite some time until he died. By then he had learned a lot, but not enough so another victim came. And another.
Meanwhile, he had to pretend like everything was the same like he was still the same. He noticed that some people looked different at him, so he must have changed something. Naeberos was much more withdrawn, less loving towards his family and he was away a lot. Of course, they noticed something but the thought it was the grieve for his brother and he went with that.

It was the perfect lie and he kept it for a year, maybe a bit more until things took a turn for the worst. His test subject form than managed to escape at night a few days before Naeberos wanted to start with his plan. Only she destroyed everything. With the knowledge she had, she went to one of the important people in Forlindon and soon everyone knew about his plans. Everyone knew he wanted to get rid of Oropher and that he wanted to take full control over Forlindon. They managed to stop him even though he put up a fight, he even used his blood magic. They managed to capture him and at that moment he thought he'd lost everything. That death would soon meet him.

Was it luck that they decided to banish him instead of killing? The elf wasn't sure. He should have known that he was doing the wrong thing, that everything would backfire and that he would lose even more. Tears were in his eyes, but he tried to hold them back. He asked both his children if they wanted to come with him, away from Forlindon, but they decided not to. His heart broke right then an there and no longer had he been able to hold back all his emotion, all his pain. Again he had used his blood magic on almost everyone in the room so he was free to leave without anyone stopping him. Without saying anything to his wife or children he left. Devastated by what happened. He changed a lot after that tragic moment for he had nothing left to loose. Nothing he cared for.

After his banishment, he went all the way up north. He wanted to stay as far away from Nymmerwel as possible. At the time that seemed like the best and only choice he had. If others would recognize him that would have caused trouble for him. His long travel ended in Falkreath. Everything about that place was wrong to him. The cold and never-ending winter. It was the first time he'd seen snow and felt how it touched his skin. He hated everything about it and still, he stayed. No one there knew who he was but people looked weird at him. An elf was not supposed to be in Falkreath. They were not built for the cold winters, some even laughed behind his back when he entered somewhere. "He will never survive this winter. "Look at him, are you lost little elf." "Come to die?" "Looking for a place to stay, pretty one?"That were some of the things people were laughing with. But every time someone thought he was smart, he ended with a sword against his throat.

Eventually, he ended up in Hillrod with quite a name. By the time he arrived most people already knew about his presence. Everyone had heard of the elf that came to Falkreath, but no one knew where he came from. People had also stopped making fun of him after he broke a couple noses, arms, and even legs.
He asked Lord Skarsgård if he could help around the castle and if there was any place he could stay, for he had walked many miles. It started with small tasks but eventually, he climbed up the ladder, become one of the most trusted advisors from the Lord. He even became friends with his daughter. Years went by as he was faithful towards his new Lord but no one knew about his secret. The fact that he had a hidden agenda stayed a secret.

The saddest part about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies.
No one knew what really happened. Lord Skarsgård needed to go away and he took his sons and Naeberos with him. He saw it as his chance to change everything. That what he had lost many years ago would be his again and all he had to do was get rid of the Lord and his sons. And that was what he did. By using his magic he made sure the ship sank during the storm with everyone besides him on board. Last thing they saw was his face on a much smaller, different boat, looking at the destruction he caused with a smile on his face. Everything was going according to plan.