Itharl

Itharl Huntsilver
Status
Race	Elf
Gender	Male
Guild	Ranger
Instance	Prime
Relatives	Caitilin, Faelie, Azurei, Danaii, Mystiri

Description

You see Shade Walker Itharl Huntsilver, Nighthawk of Zoluren, an Elven Ranger. He has pointed ears and gold-flecked leaf-green eyes. His platinum hair is long and straight, and is worn braided. He has tanned skin and an athletic build. He is mature. He has a tattoo of a silver falcon with its powerful wings spread gracefully on his back. He is in good shape.

He is wearing a glacial-blue leather cowl secured with an icesteel faceplate of stylized hail, a heart-shaped golden locket, a bandolier heavily covered with thick leather leaves dyed in varying shades of green and brown, a black leather arm quiver studded with silver fangs, a ranger's wristlet of fur-lined rawhide supported by branches of barbed wire, some tundra shaman's frozen-bone gloves trimmed in knarn fur, a platinum wedding ring carved and twisted to resemble a dragon fiercely circling a flawless diamond, a tiny cloudy-white pouch with burgundy embroidery, a forest-green leather war kilt tooled with Kuniyo's wolverine, some tundra shaman's frozen-bone greaves blanketed in animalistic uthamar icons, an Elven silver skinning knife with an intricately carved hilt and some winged forest-green boots.

History

Birthdate: 11 Arhat 293

Devotion: Everild and Kuniyo
Heritage: Mountain Elf
Spouse: Bonded to Caitilin Lyanessa in the 5th month of Uthmor the Giant in the year of the Crystal Snow Hare, 370.
Relatives: Danaii (sister), Mystiri (cousin-in-law), Faelie (daughter), Azurei (daughter)

Itharl is a wanderer who has traveled the land for many years. He doesn't generally deal in politics, though he did briefly participate in the Gorbesh War (whether he wanted to or not, kind of hard to ignore arrows being shot at your head on a daily basis). He leads a simple life of exploration (NOT LOST) and is fiercely devoted to his family. Aside from that he is very low key and likes to hang out around the Ranger's Guild in the crossing where he can often be heard rambling about some subject or another (much to the chagrin of any young ones who happen to be nearby) or spend time harassing his family and friends.