[b]Name:[/b] Graef Deithos [b]Race:[/b] Elf [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Age:[/b] 17 [b]Racial Abilities/Weaknesses:[/b] + Quick healing + Immune to more diseases and poisons + Faster reflexes - Subpar eyesight - Physically weak like humans - More susceptible to magic [b]Personal Abilities/Weaknesses:[/b] + Genius, curious + Quiet, calculating, analytical + Somewhat attractive - Clumsy - Less stamina - Indecisive and more submissive - Bad eyesight (near-sighted) [b]Element:[/b] Air [b]Inventory:[/b] [list][*]Shortbow [*]10 arrows [*]2 throwing axes [*]Canvas sketchbook/journal [*]Pencils [*]Messenger bag[/list] [b]Personality:[/b] Graef is best characterized as complex and unpredictable. Like a fountain, he brings water and nourishment to his companions while he expends his supply, and like a coin, Graef has two sides with the same basic features, creating a duality between a brave, righteous free spirit and a brooding, forgotten chained ghost. In the world before his blue eyes, Graef sees a mighty, unconquered beauty, and in the world's inhabitants he finds a combination of abuse and care. This sense of wonder for the world and curiosity for the universe engender a unique optimism within Graef that changes like the seasons of Graef's joyous highs and depressed lows. Two sides exist to Graef. On one hand, he is a happy and independent man made on his own whose feet are on the sun and whose head is in the stars, and he can overcome his timidity and sadness. Within this man is an unconquered soul able to break mountains with his sheer will and shatter any obstacle on his beaten path, and Graef is a saint unto himself, upright in holding his virtues and capable of chasing his ambitions. On the other hand, Graef is a haunted and dismayed youth scarred by other men who lies at the bottom of an ocean and sits in the void. He becomes pessimistic and cynical, lost and needy; the fog grows so thick he can hardly see his positive attributes, and his perception is plagued by a nightmarish delusion of himself. He cannot see his intelligence. He loses his creative spark. His confidence sinks to its nadir. Anxiety and depression threaten to break him into a suicidal runaway. His final end is love, for love is his hope. He seeks friends, and he seeks a lover, another man who cares. Graef wants to leave a lasting impact on the world; his biggest fear is not dying, but having no use, purpose, or effect. One will either find a weak boy who needs protection or a godly man who inspires. Graef changes like the wind and the weather. [b]Background:[/b] Graef was born to the Deithos clan 17 years ago. Long after an age where war and fire ravaged the forests of his ancestor's homeland, the former inhabitants of that old nation of elves returned to rebuild, including his great grandfather, now deceased. The stories of the wars that destroyed the home the elves of that nation were passed for generations; the mistakes they made before were corrected in earnest, but the old enemies they once knew were replaced by new adversaries and different difficulties that further challenged the reconstructed nation. Graef found solace in tales and books and arts from the harassment and isolation he felt in his youth. He read, he painted, he sketched, he wrote. He exercised his prowess in the fields that enthused him. Even though his weak spirit and heart were broken by lost loves and cruel treatments and even though his father walked out early in Graef's life, his mother continued to love and raise him through his weaknesses and the thick and thin of his walls and demons. That same monotonous lifestyle of ups and downs carried into his teens, and now he is 17, ready to unravel mysteries, to find adventures and a way to overcome his downfalls and problems, and to break boundaries and norms with his ambition. [b]Appearance:[/b] Graef has medium-length dark brown hair parted to the left, revealing a soft face with an angled jaw lined with short-box stubble, and most prominently featured on his face are dark brown eyes with a hint of amber that harmonizes with his skin tanned slightly by the summer sun. Glasses aid his poor vision. His body is shorter in stature than most elves at a modest 5 feet and 11 inches and a little thicker with muscle at 150 pounds. Covering his masculine body are a plain white tunic and brown pants, fastened by a black belt with a silver buckle around his waist, and a green, hooded cape is clipped over his broad shoulders to his collar by a silver pendant with a tree emblem featuring old runes of his clan's name. His feet fit snugly into black leather boots.