Thelandir


Before you is a human with long brown hair and narrow soft-green eyes. A little under average height for a human, but with the corded muscles snaking their way through his body. His scared hands are rough and caloused from years of working in the woods. Upon his neck, a tattoo of a silver arrow with green fletching, points towards the sky. A scar below his left eye in the form of a cresent moon, resembles the mark a tribe of centaur woodsmen that live Silverwood use. Off of his right ear, shinning in the sun light, hangs a white pegasus feather. Various other feathers, including a golden one from a griffon, adorn his hair. They hang, not as trophies, rather as memories of those he has meet, and has come to respect as friends. Still, this human also seems broken. As if everything he thought he believed in was suddenly shown to be a lie. The friends that he fondly remembers with his trinkets seem to be forgotten, a mug of ale to take their place. In fact, he is seen more with a mug of ale in his hands than with his friends. Perhaps it was the weight of evil in this world that has brought him his desolution.