Zander

Zander stands just over six feet tall, his half-elven heritage marked by slightly pointed ears and sharp, angular features. His skin is weathered from years outdoors, with a scattering of old scars tracing his arms and face like a map of battles survived. His hair is dark, kept short and unkempt, often falling over eyes that burn with quiet rage and bitterness. He wears practical leather armor layered for agility and protection, with weapons strapped—bows, a longsword, and several knives—ready for swift retribution.

Once a wanderer of peaceful woodlands and unfamiliar towns, Zander's life shattered when marauders razed his village, slaughtering those he loved most. The night the flames took everything, he was away on a hunt, returning to ashes and silence. That moment twisted his soul into a weapon of vengeance. He trained intensely, mastering both bow and blade, to become a force that strikes like the storm—relentless and cold. His path now follows the faint whispers of those who destroyed his past, each step a promise of fire to come.

Zander speaks rarely, choosing words as weapons as sharp as his blades. When he does, his tone is flat, tinged with a weary bitterness. He moves with a constant restlessness, unable to settle, and his gaze often darts like a hunter's spot. He trusts few and shows no mercy to enemies. His habits include meticulous care for his weapons and a habit of tapping his fingers against the hilt of his sword when lost in thought. He is driven entirely by his quest for revenge, indifferent to his own wellbeing or future beyond it.

Zander’s obsession with revenge blinds him to potential allies and opportunities. He often abandons plans or quests at the slightest hint of a lead on his enemies, putting everything else at risk. His bitterness sometimes clouds judgment, making him reckless and unsettling to those around him. His disregard for his own safety fuels a dangerous edge that can lead to avoidable violence or traps.

Zander’s driving force is to find and destroy every person responsible for the loss of his home and loved ones. Each scent of their presence steels his resolve, turning pain into fire. He seeks not just retribution but to ensure his enemies never see peace or safety again. Beyond revenge, he struggles with a flicker of hope—whether anything remains worth protecting, or if all must burn to the ground.