Sylvan, The glades' god (s-ee-l-v-ah-n / s-ih-l-v-eh-n)

The Screams yet echoed throughout the Isles. Upon the green and the rock of the Isles shimmered the dark of the red of the first blood. The soul of the first dead had left its body, and Pain had ripped into the lands for the first time. How destructive was the rage of Cyndiran, the Dread Queen; how mortifying the fear of the newly mortal creatures. The war of the Aether raged on in the smoke and mist of the deadened realm, yet in the peaceful lands beyond lay the Isles newly born. Within the beauties of Revalus, the first blood dripped unto the stones of the pillars of Trivir. And the wind began to blow. As the breeze whistled through the carved rock of Trivir, the moss riffling in the gales, the sacred music began to play. How sweet was the song that burst from the rocks, how wondrous the tune of the harmonies of stone. The blood made whet the stones to sing their glory. And from this orchestra came Sylvan, Master of the Dance. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________ The dancing king wandered from the stones, observing this ground for his own. He jumped from the tips of rocks, to river's edge, to tree limbs like a joyous frog or squirrel - fully in touch with nature. Where he landed sprang forth a head of flowers - and within their time bore fruit, which birthed his children, the elves. Whence he had tired of his bounding dance the elf-father made mind to settle in a home of branches and vines. He and his children built a manor for themselves, and many homes the same. And thus they spread across the valley of Trivir, across the Isle of Revalus, and unto lands beyond. And rose up traitors and liars who persuaded away hosts of the Elves from their lord. And came hosts of Elves who broke to become ruled by themselves. Yet still the same dance flows through all. And deep within the valley of Trivir lives the King of Elves, lord of those whom dance.

Physical Description

General Physical Condition

"He stood over 8 tics tall, imposing yet slight. He obviously was well muscled, but there was something in his shape that seemed to suggest that he would vanish into thin air if you were to blink - so light and gracile. His hair was bright white, and fell to his thin, barely present waist. You could see the outline of his ribs underneath his toned chest, through his copperish green skin, covered such in notes of some dark flashes that shimmered in the pale light of the morning sun. His eyes were a strange, wave-like ripple of a speckled white and green wave. His features were sharp, yet smooth - clear, yet vague; like a forest scene, filled with crooked branches and flowing streams. A pair of spiraling horns burst from the fore of his brow, both reddish brown like cedarwood, and impossibly bright and smooth. His lips were thin, and only slightly pink. His face had deep wrinkles from years of smiling, and frowning - a well emotioned visage. He stared into your soul as if he knew your purest self. His ears pointed up into the sky, leading your gaze to wind back around the horns, and to his lips; all to hear his voice. His voice, his voice! You could get lost in the wonders of his song, and just by hearing him you imagined yourself more beautiful, more pure, more natural and simple. I don't really know how to summarize him except that he made you want to sing with him, no matter what the song."

Jocab Marlomac, a hunter who stumbled along the home of the god in a routine trapping expedition. He has since become vegetarian, and began an animal rescue and ecological preservation foundation on Jeole.

Alignment

Chaotic Neutral

Current Status

Ruling his Kingdom of Dancers

Age

122,000 Years

Date of Birth

~10-17th of Juveal

Circumstances of Birth

Born from the whistling hum of wind in the stones of Trivir Valley, whetted by The First Blood

Birthplace

Trivir Valley, Revalus

Current Residence

Manor of the Glades, Trivir Valley, Revalus

Pronouns

He/Him

Sex

Intersex (Sans Genitalia)

Gender

Man

Presentation

Masculine

Eyes

Rippled Whitish-Gray and Green

Hair

Long, bright white, straight

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Pale Bronzish-Green

Height

8 Tics, 9 Centics

Weight

~210 - 230 Dentors

Belief/Deity

Cults of the Dance / Elven Folk Magic