Name: Bevan
Age: 41 (though because of being elf, he is actually not that old)
Species: Half elf, half human
Gender: Male
Rank: A hunter of the forest, though his ranking from the past is near the King of Lendor'elth himself.
Characteristics: Tall (6'4), half-human half-elf, so his ears don't appear as elfish as other elves. Somewhat handsome, broad-shouldered, green eyes that sometimes shift into a blue among their gleaming twinkle, dark brown hair, his tan is a very nice shade for being outside most of the time (not that dark though), strong (more so than elves, but not so much as some humans), so he has a muscular body (but not super macho muscles thing), he is rugged looking, but also has a hint of difference of in him.
Personality: B'van is a nice, helpful, intelligent to see a persons deceptive nature, deals with bad situations well, a natural born leader, but trys to deny the position unless it benefits the greater good, and yet still is a determined person, that is if not too determined. Bevan's determination can cause somewhat of a temper, but he is able to keep it under control most of the time, only when he really gets angered is when he blows. He has a very strong will in him, a will that would be hard to break, but nothing is impossible. Some would say he is even a bit too strong-minded. Overall he is a nice and helpful man who is always willing to befriend someone, and he would die for a true friend. His senses are keen, which is what makes him so quick, which is what makes him so good during battle, he is good at being on his toes and always paying attention to his surroundings. Even though he has his temper he can even have a good humor sometimes. He basically chooses his mood. But is generally more serious than humorous. But still loves to joke around, he loves to be a trickster when he has the trick to play. His biggest downfall is that he can get caught up in a heated situation and react too quickly, which can cause lives. Every life that is taken under his forces he takes great pain in, so for some he may grieve when he is needed somewhere else. The thing that marks him as a bad worrier is that he hates to see men die, under his command espcially. He takes things too much to heart.
History: Bevan was born in the mountainous region of the Elenguistes. His father was a human and his mother an elf, yet he receive more of his mothers mind and his fathers strength of life and skill for war. Very soon in his life they had trouble keeping him on the ground, he was always climbing something, usually trees or whatever was nearby. And when he couldn't or didn't climb, he was sneaking and soon became so much of a sneak that his parents could barely catch him. His mother insisted he learned to scribe at least a little, and so he was taught, though it was in a language that is barely spoken anymore but by few. But it does more use for Bevan than most would think. When his father died with one of the elf birgades and his mother later of plain old age Bevan moved off on his own, only being 17. After traveling through several eastern Kingdoms such as the Jellicle Kingdom and Megzadum he traveled to Raedorin. There he witnessed public politics by the leaders of the city, but felt that he needed more open space. By the time he had traveled through Flockista Grasslands and into the Kingdom of Lendor'elth he was estatic when he was given the opprotunity of joining its Elf Army. Being very strong-minded at the time and relitively young for an elf, only 26, he took it as a great opprotunity. While in the Elf Army he excelled in rank faster than some of his other commrades, but he kept their respect constantly by different feats. Then in one battle where he ordered his squad so well that they had charged right through the enemies ranks and into their camp while the rest of the forces were on the front. Because of this feat and losing only four, which Bevan took to heart, he was promoted to General. There he served for years as a General of the Elf Army, but when he marched his men into battle where they were greatly outnumbered by a last minute alliance and many elves died Bevan deemed it was at his hand and retired to the forest of Lendor'elth. Since then he has been living nearly alone, except for a few close friends that know nothing of his past.
Weapon/Magical use: Bevan carries a bow and a quiver of arrows on his back, a sword at his side, a knife in his boot, and in a rare case a sheild. His sword was given to him by the King of Lendor'elth for his heriosm in battle, crafted of fine metal. His bow is crafted by his own hands from when he was on the northern border of Lendor'elth and Mirkwood from where the stubborn trees of Mirkwood grow into the hard fine trees of Lendor'elth. It being made of a strong wood that grows more scarce these days, it is stubborn to break and is hard to make that so. His arrows are whatever he can find or make. His knife in his boot is just a precaution, it is hardly ever drawn. In a rare case he can also be found carrying magical poweders or things of the such on his belt. When he deems he needs it he takes rope that is looped at his side opposite of his sword. On his vest he has been known to sprinkly poweders or such to influence the interigation of enemies or anything of the such. He uses little magic and knows only a few tricks and defensive techniques, but nothing of any great harm. He is more light footed then men, but more heavy footed than elves. It is his quick mind that could be his greates weapon of all.
Sexual Preferance: Is male, prefers females of course.