Mas T. Toille

Background
Mas T. Toille is about 6 feet tall, somewhat uncommon for elves, with a generally warm but reserved demeanor. His hair is an unkempt dark silver, with a rich moustache stretching from ear to ear. He has darker skin for a high elf, mostly due to his constant time exposed to the sun, and is somewhat rougher than what one would expect from an elf. He dresses casually, durable hide pants and boots for long travel, with a loose fitting nondescript shirt with the sleeves rolled always to his elbows. He always carries a notebook (habit of travelling in the caravans) making small notes or sketches along the way.

''' Mas was born to Semaj and Tebazile ‘Doc’ Toille, and is the youngest of 3 brothers. His father Semaj was a craftsman, having spent his youth travelling in trade caravans to establish himself as a name to be trusted in woodworking, especially bow making. His mother ‘Doc’ is a village cleric. Most of his younger life his brothers were off on trade expeditions while Mas stayed behind to learn his father’s trade. After showing an affinity for magics, he moved to the school of magical attunement in the tangle’s center city to better learn his skill set. His brothers in later years returned to the tangle to take on the majority of the responsibility for his father’s business, as it had grown significantly in size and his Semaj’s desire to take less time in the shop as he went up in age. 

Mas set off in his late 100s to join the trade caravans and see more of the outside world. Most children of the tangle do not venture out until this time, often only meeting mountain dwelling humans and dwarves from nearby villages and settlements. Trade caravan travels are fairly simple, and rarely involve detours or hanging around due to the sheer amount spent travelling to and from the tangle itself. Mas found travelling with the trade caravans enjoyable, meeting women, making friends, engaging with people, and seeing the world around him.

Mas decided in his late 300s, no longer satisfied with the trade routes before him, to leave the tangle and venture off on his own. It was a difficult and tearful goodbye, but he knew he would again cross paths with his kin on their routes. As Mother Yelpir always said ‘The Tangle always pulls you back in’.