One x One Zazz and Phoenix character sheets

[PhoenixMire]

Sylven
Forest elf ; she/her ; 50
Clan Virdan ; clanmaid (next in line for clanmother)
Sylven has a slim but wiry build, earned from decades of traversing between the plains and the forests, and tending to flocks of sheep and unicorns. She has long wavy black hair that often looks a little wild, eyes as green as the woods, and dark skin. Sylven typically wears fabric leggings and tunics dyed in vivid greens and browns, and wears wolf furs to chase off cold.
Magic:
Sylven possesses the ability to coax the earth itself to obey her. She carries a long, gnarled oak branch that helps focus her powers. Mostly she uses this magic to help her lands thrive, but has also called upon vines and roots to restrict an enemy in pursuit of her. However, the land has been much less excited to respond to her calls as of late.
Personality:
Sylven is gentle and quiet, and most often quite solemn. When she stands amongst trees with her head held high, she truly looks to be a part of the forest itself. However, break past this outer shell, and she may lighten up a bit.

Tethran
Forest elf ; he/him ; 41
Clan Virdan ; hunter
Tethran has a strong build for an elf, with short-cropped curly black hair, golden eyes, and dark skin. He can be blunt and easily irritated, but around friends, loves to joke around.

Veyen
Forest elf ; he/him ; 25
Clan Virdan ; hunter
Veyen is small but strong and agile. He has straight light brown hair to his shoulders, hazel eyes, and tanned skin. He is quiet and shy around people but very at home alone in the wilds.

 

[Zazz]

Name: Azaria
Race: Elf
Clan: Duindôrin

With dark, straight hair and eyes the colour of phosphorescent emeralds, she cuts a piercing perception. A warrior, she wears the armor of her people; light and durable, crafted by gifted smiths. Azaria bears many, many scars, and wears the traditional war paint of her clan. She does stand about a foot shorter than her elven brethren, but wields a sword twice as big.

With her entire immediate family slaughtered by orcs in their neverending war, Azaria holds a great deal of hatred for the brutes. She has channeled her hatred and rage into training and war, often leading raiding parties against their enemy in the night. Honour in battle is next to meaningless. She excels in close combat and throwing knives and axes. Magic is nearly lost to her people, save for their blacksmiths.

 

[Zazz]

Name: Brandyl
Race: Elf
Clan: Duindôrin

A young lad with a knack for herbs and potions, Brandyl is one of the medics at Duindôr. He spends his days gathering mushrooms and spices, and his nights carefully extracting the stamens of rare flora. The Duindôrin joke about his possible lineage being of the weak nature-centric clans, long ago, but never have a complaint when he concocts a magnificent brew of berry wine, or a salve to heal their wounded.

While a brilliant aspiring alchemist, Brandyl is useless with a weapon, and often trips over his own feet. He is lean and lanky, not yet grown into himself. He sports blue eyes, light as a clear sky, and has not yet earned the right to bear the war paint of his people.

 

[Zazz]

Haethryl: he/him, Duindôr warrior. Wields a crossbow, two daggers, and spiked knuckles in a pinch. Large and muscular, for an elf. Violet eyes, long dark hair. Excels at the crossbow and hand-to-hand combat.

 

[PhoenixMire]

Left to right - Veyen, Sylven, and Tethran