Kaelrin Darethar
Kaelrin Darethar was born on the outskirts of Mistledale, where the deep green of Cormanthor Forest meets open farmland. His mother, an elf of the forest, left when he was still a child; some say called back to her kin, others whisper she simply couldn’t stay among men. His father, a seasoned ranger of the Dalelands, raised him alone, teaching him to track deer, read the wind, and listen for danger in the trees.Life was simple until the drow raids began. Travelers vanished on the forest roads; farmers whispered of shadows with red eyes watching from the woods. Kaelrin’s father grew harder, more silent, always preparing for the next attack. When his father was injured defending a caravan, Kaelrin made the decision to leave Mistledale; to learn more of the wider world and return one day as someone strong enough to keep their home safe.
Now, he walks the roads with more heart than experience, a young ranger with a bow too new and a dream too big. The world beyond Mistledale is larger, stranger, and harsher than he imagined; but he faces it with steady eyes and quiet determination.
Description
The young half-elf stands lithe and ready, his frame built more for agility than strength. He has fair skin touched by the sun and slightly angular features that betray his elven blood; high cheekbones, a sharp jawline, and subtly pointed ears peeking from beneath his tousled light-brown hair. His green eyes are alert and earnest, filled with the mix of curiosity and uncertainty of someone new to the wider world. Dressed in weathered greens and browns, his cloak and tunic blend with the forest’s hues, a bow gripped firmly in his hands. There’s a natural grace in his movements, though still unrefined; more instinct than training.