Svati D'varthe'lainne

Tall, over 6 feet. Slender, lean muscle. Short Silver-grey hair. Ruddy skin, with fine lines. Hands and fingers like a gnarled tree. Arms and legs sturdy yet pliable like willow branches. Voice soft like a gently breeze. Wears a fairly plain green tunic and tan trousers, with bits of animal fur and plants adorned as a psuedo camouflage. Always has his bow and dagger at hand, both seem as old as him, but we'll kept, with barely a nic or scratch.   Svati, an elf who's lived in Hunter's Quarry longer than anyone else can remember. Due to the nature of Elves in the Mundane World, even he has trouble remembering his life before. By his own reckoning, Svati is at least 5 centuries old, though you'd only really tell by his silver-grey hair and the barely perceptible fading luminescence and luster of his skin. He remains lithe, strong, and agile, with the wisdom of many lifetimes guiding him. Like the mighting willow, he bends but will not break, in body, mind and spirit.   Svati is a gentle, tempered soul, quiet yet lively as a breeze through the trees. While not boisterous, he is always welcoming of others, from longstanding kin to fresh travelers from worlds away. His warm, receptive demeanor always has a way of making others open up to him, telling him all their troubles and their life's story.   Sadly, this has been Svati's greatest weakness as well. He can sometimes be too trusting, often opening himself up to betrayal and heartache. He's far from naive though, and often has the measure of a person from their first meeting, good and bad alike. The trouble is, he believes in the good of people no matter what. He still doesn't hesitate to defend himself, his home or his friends when theres no other choice, but up until that final moment, and even beyond, he always believes people can be redeemed. A weight he carries with himself every day, and one he largely refuses to share.   While he stands tall, Svati's shoulders bear a great many weights, only growing the longer he lives in this world. Not only does his conscience weight heavy with the souls of those he could not help. Svati's mind is worn away by the constant waves of the cycles of his life, by friends lives that come and go decade after decade, by the curse of a long life in a world he was not meant for. It is the same problem many an elf and gnome deals with in living in the Material Plane. Yet for Svati, it seems to be getting worse, as if finally all those centuries of giving so much of himself to others is finally catching up with him. Most days are fine, and he makes it through them as he always has. But there are some days where he barely even remembers himself, and he's lost in a whirlpool of half-forgotten memories and emotions, grasping at him, trying to pull him under...   On those days, he's grateful for his partner of so many long years, Hrunndar. In many ways they are so different... Svati is warm, and bends and flows with change, and Hrunndar is as gruff and unyielding as stone. But, Svati needs that stability, that unyielding loyalty, especially on his bad days, and ever since they met Hrunndar has been there with him to help him weather those storms. As unlikely a couple they may be, they make each other happy, happier than either has been in centuries, and everyone knows they'll each be there for each other until the very end.   Even in such sadness, Svati still has so much to give to the people of Hunters Quarry, and will do so for many years to come. He's the villages best Hunter, Tracker and Trapper, and as long as he's around the village will never starve. And most believe that as long as he and Hrunndar both stay, Hunter's Quarry will never go away.