Vaelisar Gladefall

Vaelisar carries the quiet grace of a Moon Elf shaped by both melody and hardship. He stands tall and lithe, his movements fluid in that distinctly elven way-every step measured, every gesture deliberate, as though he is always half-listening to some distant rhythm. His skin holds a faint silver undertone, catching moonlight like brushed metal, and his eyes are a striking pale blue, bright enough to seem almost luminescent in the dark. When he focuses, those eyes sharpen with a clarity that hints at both his father?s discipline and the arcane resonance awakened during his Moonlit Trial.

His hair is long, dark, and wavy, falling past his shoulders like a curtain of midnight. In certain light, faint silver strands glimmer through it?an echo of the moon?s touch on the night his arrow sang. He often ties it back with simple leather cords when traveling, though a few rebellious strands always slip free, framing his face in a way that softens his otherwise determined expression.