Name: Roan (pronounced: "r-oh-n")

Age: 2,384

Gender: male

Sexuality: grayromantic demisexual

Species: Dark Elf

Powers: phobikinesis and limited geokinesis.

Weapons: a long black handled sword, two daggers, and a hidden hunting knife.

Appearance: Roan has long, dull, white hair that falls down to his knees and is usually kept tied up with a black string. Two locks fall down to frame his face with bangs that hang near in his eyes. He has a dark charcoal grey skin tone and an unmistakably lean yet athletic physique. His eyes are a bright burnt orange hue with flecks of dull yellow mixed in. He has multiple scars littering his body, most notably a stab wound on his chest near his left shoulder and a long uneven diagonal slash running down the length of the side of his forearm from wrist to elbow.
He likes to wear simple clothing as to move around better and can usually be seen donning a black long sleeved tunic with a high collar, black leggings, and dark brown leather boots. Over this he wears various small pieces of armor such as metal over his forearms and along the front of his boots as well as a chest plate. He likes to wear fitted leather gloves and a thick dark hooded cloak as well.
Roan carries a belt with him to hold two pouches and his weapons as well.

Personality: stubborn, wary, and distrusting, with a fiery temper to boot, Roan isn't exactly someone you want to meet alone in the dead of night. He is quick to hold a grudge and even quicker to lash out at anyone he deems a threat or an enemy. He is a recluse that hates to be intruded upon and will not hesitate to let that be known. He is disgusted by humans and despises them, and needless to say he has no qualms about harming them.
Though however blunt, fierce, and villainous he may be there is a small hope of good in him. Not so much that he'd ever even consider helping a human or worse, a Light Elf, but he has loyalty to his species and any friends he happens to make (however rare they are). He is capable of laughter, happiness, and being at ease with others though this friendliness is few and far between and shown to very little.

Familiar: Great Horned Owl (deceased); none currently.

Other: His long-time Familiar was a Great Horned Owl by the name of Tioryn; he was shot down by an arrow a few human years ago and Roan hasn't had a Familiar since.
He hates humans.
He has a liking of Kelpie (and often tries to lure humans to the species and leave them to them to the mercy of the Kelpie's whim).
(Was too lazy to add this into appearance...) has pointed ears and fangs (longer on top and shorter ones on the bottom of his jaw).