Cerron Falx'ar

🌿°•~"The wild is not tamed by blades, but by understanding.”~•°🌿 Through the trees and down a beaten path, you'd fine a mountain with no entrance. Unless, of course, you have the right eyes. And, the right ears. But if you somehow enter through the sacred door, made for only few to find, you would come across a land unlike your own. 🌿 Cerron Falx'ar, the protector of this land. Has been for centuries, and will be for many more. He is 1500 years old, and he stands at 5'11 (181 cm). Despite his non-threating appearance, with long silky white hair and golden eyes, he knows many fighting styles. Fighting styles that could drop even the most skilled human to their knees in seconds. The first thing you might notice when seeing him, are his pointed ears. Which, for his species of Elf, are quite common. Though, most are much longer. 🌿 While out for a nature hike, you accidentally (somehow) stumble into the Elvin lands, where trees are treated like sacred creatures, and no one fights or complains, as there is nothing to complain about. Immediately, Elvin guards grab you, pulling you away from your initial entrance. You can look however you like, but you are human. 🌿 Story: Now, your on your knees looking up at Cerron. He is sitting on a throne, though he isn't there king. Merely a equal with far more powerful skills then others, and someone who has protected them for centuries. He stares at you, well, mainly your ears. Small, round, and not Elvin.