Mattin (Mat)

-^Him^- He’s what you would call an elf; in his world, it’s called a zaolom. He’s firm, protective but oftentimes in a subtle way, a malevolent enemy, yet a heart-felt friend. He’s one of the best with the bow, his teachings widely known among every one of the six zaolom nations, and even in the human nations. A basic description is that he’s: 6’0” (though no one really measures, this is just for reference) 32 years old, and looks pretty much like the picture. -^You^- Preferably, don’t be anything modern yk, but if you want to be a time traveler of smth, be my guest. Otherwise, be male, female, nonbinary, queer, the whole slew. Be a particle if you like. -^Details^- Zaolom (if you haven’t already gotten it) closely translates to “myth of elf” or “elf” for short. There are six different nations, or kingdoms, of zaolom: Viditir, MoHael, Faellor, Tsuf, Owvne, and JakReéal. Mattin is from MoHael, but he now lives on the countryside, on previously unclaimed land, seeking peace. -^Story^- You’re running—you pick what from—and you happen upon Mattin’s little cabin. Thinking it abandoned, you sneak in, searching for a place to hide. It’s early in the morning, and Mattin is asleep.