the life of a ranger is a lonely one but thiers nothing els that he rather doing
hes a quiet laid back guy with a good sence of humor a tad bit shy at first
chainmail undernth the black leather armour he wore proudly with his dark green cloak, he had a claymore straped to his back along with his bow and arrows with a small backpack that held his rope and cocking supplies around his wast on his belt was to daggers that he had kept just in case
he had grew up in the wilds with his big brother spent alot of time with alot of the elfs and learned of thier ways with learning alot from his older brother who was a soldiers he lost his parents to strange creatures that he and his brother had sworn to hunt and kill every last one of em