Name: Melthias Elmoran
Age: 145
Looks: Has long silvery white hair that is swept back away from his face. His eyes are the very deepest blue and seem to shimmer with an inner light at times. Though he is older for an elf, appears in his prime, though he has a few laugh lines and creases in his skin. His face is overall rather handsome and kind looking. His lean frame is clothed in light robes of green, along with white linen pants, a matching shirt and tall brown boots. Melthias carries an oaken staff that is set with an emerald.
Rank: Elven Lord/magic user
Best friend/lover: Has a general liking for Torid, firm loyalty to the princess, a respect of sorts for Shrig and has slight feelings for Raven.
Melthias walked calmly out of the forest, his demenor that of a serene noble, but as several laughing children ran passed him, he could not help but smile broadly. It warmed him to see his people happy as they were. The children played and rolled in the grass causing him to laugh with them. With a tap of his staff, the grass began to sway and dance around the children and giving them a giggle. Melthias looked around him then and saw the princess and another elf known as Torid speaking with one another. With his smile still in place he walked to them and waved.
"Hello your magesty, and Torid, how are you?" He looked down then and saw Raven sitting in the grass, looking a little odd. "My lady, are you alright?"