Zaraith Valentina Kelfir

In appearance, he is average and lanky, holding himself in an elegant and friendly presence and of a comforting physique.

He is average height, smaller-framed, and he is built to be more lanky than muscular. His skin complextion is a dark grey, and his hair is platinum with strands of gray mixed in. His hair is long and wavy, which he tends to braid the sides of his hair an leaves them infront of his long slender ears, and he puts the back of his hair into a pony tail.

He has a cheery smile plastered across his face usually all the time. He has a pair of promiment vampire fangs that become easier to see the more he talks forever about a subject, or if he gives a toothy smile when he is cheery.

Zara's left eye is actually a Varg eye, yellow in color, that refracts light. Next, from the bridge of his nose to his left cheek appears to be a large scar from a monsterous claw. Undereath his clothes, Zara's entire body is covered in an assortment of cut scars ranging from small to big from various things. His left hand is a spectral hand that is surrounded by a thin white mist to show where it is. On his right shoulder is a rune in the shape of a leaping cat, and has two tattoos that are symbols of the god and goddess, Fenrin and Ravina, on his body.

When he is hungry, his eyes change color from magenta to red.

He wears black colored boots with gray stitching in the front to keep them nice and snug. On both of his hands he wears suede, crimson colored gloves, mostly to keep them soft-ish so it's easier to feel the details in things. He also wears a long red coat with gray trim, with a white fur in-line to help with the colder climates. Under his coat is a gray button-up vest, with a white, long sleeved, collared shirt beneath it. To compliment the colors of his outfit as well, he wears a pair of black pants. Around his waist is a belt with a satchel attached to one of the belt loops. He also wears a pair of black wire framed glasses occasionally. Finally, he keeps his left eye covered with an eyepatch, and around his neck hangs an amulet of Amara.

*A leather bound book sits on the snow, next to a quill and a shattered jar of ink. Many words fill the pages of what seems to be a journal or diary. There are still many pages of the journal that are blank, but starting from the beginning of the book reads the following.* I am Zaraith Kelfir, born and raised in the northern regions of Sel Wren. Though rather than go into extreme depth to tell you a story about my family, and my early stages of life. I'll give you a general synopsis.   *A blank page spaces in between the first one, as it then turns to the page the journal was previously speaking of.*   I was born an only child, so I never got to experience that brotherly or sisterly love. Though my parents didn't seem to mind that much as it made their parenting job much easier. It allowed one or the other to teach me what they knew, and certain important skills in life. Such as being able to walk, talk, and make a piece of food time to time... Though that never really stuck with me as I still have no clue how to hold a knife the right way! Anyways.. a little bit more about my mother and father is.. My mother was a teacher, and my father was a hunter. So I wasn't always alone in our home since our town was little. Not exactly enough trade and commerce coming through to pay for an actual school. Generally while school was going on for me and the others.. our hunters, including my father, were out to find whatever they could in the cold snow. Surprisingly they always were able to get just enough food to feed most, if not all of us. Though I think I've spent a good enough time on my adolescence.. Lets move onto some later stages of life.   *Just as before... A few blank pages were in between pages that had writing. You the reader had gone through a much deeper explanation. This includes his day to day life... practice writings, entries on what he saw and ate that day. Before then you finally stop at another page.*   Ah... Welcome back! Hope you enjoyed the previous pages. Welcome to my later stages of life.. Here you can see how my mother was such a good influence on my life. Actually, I was inspired by her so I took up a similar occupation as her as a teacher. Though as you'll see later I moved on from being a teacher to a professor. Anyways, while me and my mother were joint teaching I decided I'd do the scientific teachings, and she could teach writing and language. History wasn't much of a thing for us just yet within the town. As for math we had numbers for when we did occasionally get a trader but other than that, simple math was all that we really needed to teach to the young ones. My mother and I however focused a bit more into it on our spare time, just in case we had to change up the way we taught. Though math wasn't the only thing I was practicing in my spare time.. It was also magic. Even now i'm not the best at it... but still even the most minor of things has been astounding for me! I don't regret practicing one bit.. even if I had a few classes I fell asleep in.. Yes.. We teachers also fall asleep in class too! Anyways.. I think that about does it for this section.. how about we move onto some of the final parts before we hit modern day.   *Just as the previous pages, more details and blanks fill the pages in between sections.. More and more for the reader to behold. Even a few actually being about a few experiments he was conducting. Though sadly.. you end up on what seems to be the final page. Which may explain why this journal is out in the middle of nowhere..*   Today marks my annual trip to a icy cave that me and my class had discovered upon during our little field studies. It's amazing to see how the world enjoys to constantly change itself around us.. Even when we're not looking. What makes this place so special is how the stalactites and stalagmites have this icy coating around them.. And then it shows off a nice pretty reflection whenever we shine a light close enough. Ah.. if only- Wait.. what's that weird.. shifting thing? It looks... circular! No wait! An oval! Ah! Why must the shape of this weird... thing keep chan-   *The sentence seemed to have been cut off and the rest of pages beyond this point seem to remain blank, symbolizing that the rest of his story never got to finish...*

Male (He/His/Him)

Bisexual

Zaraith was educated in a private academy for his early adolescene, and had a habit of studying and reading on his own as a child outside of the classroom. His mother was also a professor, so he had access to even more information that the other children didn't access to. After his well enlightened childhood, he went to an arcane university to further his knowledge and expertise into the arcane and his own personal studies in Necromancy. Luckily for him, the university was accepting of his magic rather than shunning it, but he was kept under strict supervision and guidelines in order to avoid possible public issues.

For about thirteen years, Zaraith worked as a professor at an arcane academy in Sel Wren, teaching and giving lectures until he was ultimately forced away from his occupation. After a couple of months of being within the city, he sought occupation, and became the head librarian of the Crow's Point Public Library.

He has a lot of mental trauma from his childhood, however, he works past it and makes sure it doesn't affect his day-to-day live. Although, he still hates water because of things that happened in his childhood.

Zaraith keeps himself pretty clean while in the presence of other people. Often taking a bit of extra time to make sure he looks decent in the mirror! Often smelling of fragrences like lavendar, or almond. Though when it comes to combat he is more than willing to drop the 'looking good' act, and tends to become covered in both dirt and blood.

Filler

Zaraith is an only child to two Auril elven parents. Zaraith and his mother got a long well, having actually worked with her for a time at an academy she ran for the city. He has kept in-contact with her just to make sure she doesn't worry. On the other hand, the relationship he has with his father is more than questionable. He is viewed as weak, a mistale, and a disappointment for his birth. Even to the point where his father attempted to take his life at one-point, but out of fear for his son's magical prowess, he didn't make a second one after the first failed. He doesn't keep in contact with his father, simply because he thinks it'd be better if he didn't hear from him.

In his worship of Amara, the goddess of Magic & Wisdom, Zara tends to try to learn about everything and anything he can about people, creatures, magic, objects, place, etc. Having an almost something akin to an addiction for knowledge! In turn, to give back to the goddess and to spread her good will, he tends to impart some of the valuable knowledge he's collected to people, or in the books that he authors!   As for the great dragon, Ranmora, he great respect for the dragon and believes them to be a benevolent dragon who is willing to help both him, and his creations. As such, he spreads Ranmora's good will amongst the people either by imparting on some of his wealth to the dragon, or others who need it, help protect people, or learn more about Dark Magic that the dragon created.

Zaraith tends to literally talk with anyone and anything, regardless if it is capable of speech or not. As such, he's very out-going and tends to put a lot about himself up-front!

Zaraith has two pets; one is a humming bird named Peet, and the other is a famle purple lesser wyvern, Nimue.   As for hobbies, Zaraith loves to read, write, experiment, go for long hikes in the forests, and practice magic any chance he can get.

Zaraith is very wealthy, accumlating a lot of his wealth from various means and over a long period of time through-out the course of his history on the island! Having well over a few hundrends of thousands gold saved up, and maybe having some investments in buisnesses outside of the Umbril Isles.