[b]Name:[/b] Gareth Harker [b]Age:[/b] 17 [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Race:[/b] Half-Elf [b]Appearance/Clothing:[/b] Gareth, a product of a human father and an Elven mother, came forth unto the world as a comely amalgamation of the inherently youthful appearance of the Elves and the firm strength of mankind, his physical form not characteristic of a frail being. Strong muscle graces his body, with legs ready to race athletes through the streets, despite that he is by no means the strongest fighter. His face is softer than most men's, exuding a quality of softness that betrayed his stalky and stalwart stature. He possesses a square jaw, lined with soft stubble, high cheekbones and gently-tanned skin, framed by nigh-black hair and dark, blue eyes. Not of high warrior status, he bears no tough armor to fortify himself, rather he dons a blue hood and cloak over a tan, cotton shirt and umber pants and paces ground silently in tough leather boots. [b]Weapons:[/b] Though he is no warrior, Gareth is a decently skilled bowman, wielding a longbow, made of hard oak, edged at the handhold by an arrowhead-shaped iron guard. This bow was given to him by his mother to defend himself as he grew, an old bow passed down through his family first forged by one of his ancestors roughly a hundred years ago. Being a bow with magical potential, it was enchanted for durability and the piercing of weak armor, charms of utility to make the bow more useful, left on the bow for many years through the ruby gem set into its grip. Aside from his bow, he wields in both hands simple battle axes, weapons he's only decent with. [b]Personality:[/b] Raised in his father's ways of diligence and humility, Gareth isn't inclined to the type of egotism seen in other people. Perhaps, however, he might be too tough on his own character and looks at himself with misplaced deprecation that curses him with low self-esteem. Gareth has a difficult time controlling his emotions, thus they get the better of him, a very passionate youth who feels deeply. All around he is honest and trustworthy, telling small white lies every now and then to make peace, although his responsibility falters often, a trait that's followed him since his childhood. His mother disposed him towards a lack of judgment on fellow men and a code of honor in treating all with virtuous conduct and raised him to see the good in others where it may lie and distinguish it from the bad without harsh scrutiny. Gareth falls behind in resisting anger, and he grapples with a nagging emptiness in his heart, a feeling of sadness that arises on its own. He may give himself too much in love for other people, and he is vexed by social contact with other people, being quite bashful himself until he can warm up to someone or gather the courage to speak or act. Despite his debilitating imperfections, within himself he holds an aptitude for scholarly thought, and a prowess with persuasion and critical thought, gained from his adept intelligence and affinity for books. [b]History:[/b] Gareth was born to a human father from Mullen and a religious, full-Elven mother who came from Lumina, an Elven kingdom on the northwestern side of the continent. He was raised in another city of Keilaudrin, away from Mullen, by his parents, who defended him in his childhood and raised him in virtue to save him from becoming wretched and corrupt like the many groups that instigated the chaos of the lands far and wide. When he came of age to leave on his own, he discerned that he would travel to Mullen, the city of his father's origin, and he was vested with the weapons he now bears for protection. As of yet, he sits in the middle of choosing a profession, whether he joins the Lifeguard or works as a candlemaker or something other, and thus while in waiting for his choice, he performs simple tasks and jobs for his neighbors, some of which he considers friends, in Mullen, using the rewards he receives to maintain his lifestyle and gaining favor and small recognition among some fellow citizens for his benevolence and aid, neither famous nor invisible.