Fianon Brittlebow

This young woodelf looks reserved, brooding. Something is clearly on his mind. From time to time his eye flicker, scanning the surrounding area for threats or enemies, to become dull and introverted again. A delicately sculptured muscle twitches, as he tightens his grip on his spear, then relaxes. He looks at you with green eyes as if to say: "What ill news do you have ?" And yet there is hidden joy and passion, as he examines a sturdy tree or runs with the animals of the forest. He´s looking very young then, almost boyish, despite the scars on his arms and neck.