Born in the Gnome Village, Carava was not like most gnomes. As a boy he
would often spend hours at times, even days in the forest tending to the
creatures there. He soon learned of a type of magic that would give him
control over those creatures and the forces of nature itself. The young
gnome at that time got his first taste of power, and that taste soon grew to
a craving. Although his first weapon was always his cunning and wit,
outsmarting those around him, he knew that he'd need to grow his power in
order to defend what he could attain, and hold on to it. It was in his
early teen years he left the gnome village to pursue the Temples of Nature
and begin his next levels of training.
Little bits of twigs poke out from long bushels of hair that clump up
like the fur of lion. Bright brown almond eyes sparkles next to blonde
tendrils, and below heavy dark bags. A long nose pokes out above lips
browned from much smoke. Bear furs cover his shoulders fused to his skin.
A short fellow, yet at average height for a gnome. He smells of burnt
leaves and even has a few crisps on his person. His hands are covered in
ash and wrinkly.