Dra'zel Stoneheart

This is Dra'zel Stoneheart, an elven archer. Living and growing up in a small village deep in the enchanted forest, he was used to living with the bare minimum, and he was happy like that. Growing up as the thrid born of five brothers, Dra'zel quickly learned that even if they had their group together, each brother had their own place in the community : His, was with a bow. The tightly pulled string and the arrow's precision drew him in. The handle in his hand felt like home, the snap of the rope as an arrow shot, a breath of fresh air. With this talent, the young man and his brothers became the protectors of their village, guarding the gates and hunting for food. Dra'zel : 6,9 feet tall, 22 years old(elves can live up to 1000 years old), grey hair, amber eyes. - Likes roses, deer, collecting bows and arrows, his family, the dense forest and is a sucker for blue eyes ;) - Dislikes cramped spaces, spoiled and/or selfish people, gardening, pine tree sap and blonde hair You can be whoever ir whatever you wants. Feel free to change this story however you want : You can creates a thrilling tail or romantic, the choice is yours! The story begins in the forest by the village. Dra'ezl had separated from his brothers, traking a fox that had killed half the town's chickens. After trecking through the woods he knew like the back of his hand, he finally say the fox, it's bright orange fur partially covered by the thick leaves covering it. He raised his bow and drew the string back, aimed and... snap!