A black elven reaver, elven short reaver. Wears definative armor, and a cloak to show rank.
High pointed ears definatly sets him off in a crowd, heck sets him off in a stadium, even comes to the point that a strong gust will knock him off balance or even knock him over. His blue eyes sparkle in the sun and often pierce the soul of those that come in contact with him. Also the muscular long limbs of his often give him an advantage with a sword.
As a child he was in training to become a dragoon, but his misceif often got him in to major trouble. He was often found bothering the neighbors or the local animals.One day before his final exams he was walking through the forest, and he stumbled upon a wanderer. Unbeknowst to him the wanderer was a mage, getting back at him the mage made his ears twice the size of his original ears. When he went to take the final exams (which happened to be magic resistance) he did fine against all of the rest
of the spells, but when he went against the wind he stumbled and fell and couldn’t do anything but stumble. Passing the tests albeit barely he earned himself the nickname Windfall.
If found on the road travelling he will most likely be looking for the mage that changed his ears.He will also discribe him if you ask, giving the detailsof white eyes and a black stone embeded in his forehead, and a royal blue pendant hanging around his neck. He may also be on a quest for the elves, but also still looking for the mage, may even give up the quest if getting close to the mage.
A mild goofball. Not as bad anymore since the mage, but still longs for a good prank. Calm mostly, but fights with the heart of a lion. At any situation will make a wise rack, but really means well. If he becomes scared at anytime he will become silent and very observent. focusing on the movements of the attacker. More of a defensive fighter, waiting for the perfect strike of his blade.