On the day he was born, sunshine was the first thing Aos saw. It was
streaming through the window of the birthing room when he first opened his
eyes, at high noon on the second day of the Sun during the Celestial of
Life. And when those eyes of his opened, his parents looked upon them in
shock, as his eyes were a deep red in color. They still are, to this day.
Matching the uniqueness of his gaze was Aos' stark pale skin and wisps of
white hair.
On the same day, at the same hour, in the same corner of Serin, the rarest
of panthers was born in a litter of typical pitch-black felines. This
unique beast, born with red eyes, had fur that was white as snow.
Description:
This elf is poised and looks to be in a constant state of readiness. His
upper body is well muscled and toned with a tight core, while his legs are
long, wiry, and perfect for hunting his prey with stealth and vigilance. He
is wrapped in a sense of calm and confidence like a warm blanket on a cold
night.
His gaze, at once calculated, fearless, and filled with purpose, seems
fueled by the redness of his eyes. Locks of blazing-white hair flow from
his head and down onto his shoulders. His skin is pale, almost white, and
while it bears the characteristically healthy glow of his elven heritage it
also reflects a uniqueness that one could find either inviolable or
foreboding, depending on their intentions.
