Sylver Norkas
White, straight hair slightly reveals a fine, lively face. Wide brown eyes, set far within their sockets, watch lovingly over the ancestors they've barely related to for so long.
A tattoo of a tear is proudly worn on the side of his left cheekbone leaving a burning memory of former lives lost.
A true warden amongst wood elves, he stands tall among others, despite his heavy frame.
Still, there's something puzzling about him, perhaps it's a feeling of guilt or perhaps it's simply his composure. But nonetheless, people tend to take pride in knowing him as a friend, while spreading stories about him and his deeds from long ago.
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