So I saw your comments on asking about the intricacies of the world and lore, however the character was already finished. If the way I portray wood elves is completely contrary to the established lore let me know, and I'm happy to change things up. Thanks.


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[b]Name:[/b] Swyfr Glenfyndor son of Cyndyll

[b]Age:[/b] One and Forty

[b]Gender:[/b] Male

[b]Race: [/b]Woodland Elf

[b]Rank: [/b]Iron

[b]Appearance: [/b]

	There is an amused air about the young elf, as if he were about to burst from excitement. He has a disarming smile, charming with a hint of mischievousness for his grin contains fangs both figurative and literal. He dresses in the customary buckskin clothing of his folk, pale brown animal hides, fringed on the seams and richly adorned by amber jewelry marking him as an elf lordling. His feet are covered by thin slippers made of rabbit fur so soft he could walk on dry twigs and make nary a sound. His hair is long, wild and golden and his eyes are like twin bits of emerald. His features lack the weight of centuries most of his kind possess and instead presents an untapped glee at a world of opportunity and feyish trickery. Swyfr is tall and springy, like a yew sapling, pairing the agile grace of elves with his youthful vigor. He would be considered a handsome lad, (by human eyes at least) if he weren’t so offputtingly strange, given the way he stares at people without blinking like a cat. Or how his eyes glint in the dark when a light is cast on him. Or how alien his movements and mannerisms are. Most recognize woodland elves to be creatures of good nature and friendly demeanor, but that does not change that they are oddities, different, and unknown. Swyfr is no exception to this rule.

[b]Personality:[/b]

	Swyfr is an odd fish, even or especially amongst elves. Named by his kin for the laughing red squirrel, he has proven himself worthy of the title time and again. He is insatiably curious and infamously crafty. His face is constantly plastered by a large toothy grin as he pokes and prods at whatever takes his fancy. He does not care about tact, and he has yet to learn the delicacy of handling interracial affairs. He is not malicious in his lack of sensitivity, simply unknowing and somewhat uncaring. For the ages have not yet laid a coating of wisdom upon him, much to his father’s anguish. Nevertheless, most will find he is a willing worker, longsuffering in hardship, never once losing his sense of cheerful inquisitiveness. He possesses a pleasant laugh, and does so often even at the expense of others. He is prone to losing his feet and falling to the ground where he will share his mirth amongst the flowers and grass. Sometimes his humor and what causes it is strange to the minds of men, who scratch their heads and wonder what madness had possessed the gleeful elf, only for Swyfr to double up and laugh more. For elvish folk do not scratch their heads when they’re confused, and this is most amusing.

 At his center is a good soul, wishing to be helpful and to learn. Pride and dignity do not hold him back from erudition from the so-called mortal beings, like it does for so many other elder races. He is one of the few of his kind who would forsake the woodland and adventure wide and far just for the sake of the journey. To see what is beyond the next hill. His pranks and comments are not meant to deride, but to see how different beings respond to new stimuli. His lordly parents claim he will outgrow this youthful vagabond phase once he reaches the turn of the century, but Swyfr would only smile, and wave, and laugh.

[b]Brief Backstory: [/b]

	Elvish children are a rare and exciting time for the Clan of Woodland elves. When Cyndyll son of Syndr, and Rwenhild Daughter of Nymlith announced they would gift their folk with a child there was excitement and celebration. For the elflord and lady had not yet been blessed with an heir. Perhaps the precious gift they expected was not the adventurous prankster they received. Nonplused Cyndyll and Rwenhild carried on, teaching and guiding the best they could. Elves measure the development of their children in decades, and the success of their wisdom in centuries. They found the best method of control for the young Swyfr would be to send him on scouting expeditions to the far reaches of their forested realm alongside mentors and guides, where he might foster his curiosity. These forays were dangerous affairs in the wildlands, and before he reached his thirtieth year he bore the scars of several hard learned lessons. As the years advanced so to did his abilities and he was entrusted to lone hunting trips and scouting missions. His adventures had reached their logical extent within the confines of the woodland. Eventually he built up the courage and entered the outskirts and wandered amongst the human settlements there, though he never strayed far from beneath the trees.

	At last, upon leaving the early years of elvish childhood and advancing into later adolescence he expressed his desire to venture further afield, to walk amongst men and all the beings of the world and see what lies beneath earth and sky. Despite his mother’s protests, his father Cyndyll gave his blessing. Requiring only that Swyfr return before his hundredth year so that he might be welcomed into full noblehood with the proper ceremonies. Thus prepared for a long journey Swyfr struck due north, intent on reaching the nearest town and joining the Adventurers, a Guild of heroes he had heard so much about from his time amongst the settlements. His joining was considered uncommon, yet not unwelcome. For there had been wolf sightings amongst the sheep pastures and a group of copper adventurers was needed to send them off. Swyfr's talents proved vital in tracking the pack to its den, and his sling sent more then one to the darkness of death. He and his two companions at the time proved their worth and earned their rewards. From there on Swyfr found work aplenty in his first year amongst the brave champions and learned much. His companions would find his company welcome for Swyfr rarely claimed his portion of the reward or loot desiring far more the experiences gained and the battles won.

Equipment: 
	
	Swyfr’s primary weapon is an elk sinew sling and a pouch of rounded river stones. He is a deadly shot at forty paces, and can load, swing, and release in a matter of seconds. The sling itself once loaded can be utilized as a flail, nearly two feet long it is perfect for battering heads and hands alike should a foe draw to close. Should that prove inadequate he carries a long bronze knife, adaptable at skinning prey and slitting foeman’s throats. He carries very little else besides the clothes on his back, having little need for camping supplies or coin.

[b]Skills:[/b]

	Taught for over two decades by the finest woodland rangers, Swyfr is a superb hunter. Stalking his prey across miles of rugged untamed wilderness, sneaking until he is nearly on top of them before striking swift and lethal. Although he lacks experience fighting proper opponents both armored and aware, he has won his fair share of scraps against dangerous fauna. Such as a battle against a puma which would often result in a young hunter’s demise. He survived, albeit barely and with the scars to prove the encounter, and a lesson in not trying to out sneak a cat.

	He finds it simple to navigate most terrain, and can whisk up a tree faster then a squirrel should the need arise. By the stars and the sun he can set a course straighter then most. Thanks to his mother’s teachings he isn’t half bad at cooking the prey he snares, though as a woodland elf he prefers his meat rarer then humans would.




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