Appearance: Emerald green eyes peer out, studying the world underneath a spiky corona of rich blonde hair. He has slightly tanned skin, and his body is lean, and very defined. As most Elves do, he lacks the body hair that you would find on a human male his age. (Not so much a powerhouse, but rather very agile.)

History: Once, a very long time ago, Elves were plentiful. Throughout the land, Elves could be found living almost anywhere. They were a dominant race. Theirs was a civilization far more advanced than anything the Humans could have ever accomplished. They flourished, converting the forest canopies into miraculous cities, and enslaving what they considered to be the lesser races: Humans, Orcs, Werewolves, and Goblins. This period in Elven history was overseen by The Noble Raheal family. It is a period that dates back to a time before Eyther had come into existence, and though he may not have any knowledge of it, the royal blood of the Raheal still courses through his veins.

However, due to reasons unknown to anyone today, the glory days of the Elves has faded with the passage of time. Today, their numbers are greatly reduced. Their glorious cities have long since decayed. And their legacy has been forgotten. But some still persist. The few Elves that do remain hide among Humans, living in their slums. This is the harsh reality that Eyther wakes up to every morning. Rather than have his food served to him, as his ancestors did, he must thieve to survive. His life is rather bleak. He has no family, no money, and no friends. But even so, Eyther never lets his loneliness and depression overtake him.