NAME:            Heartmender RACE:           elf GENDER:     male PURE\ANIMAL BLOODED  (IF ANIMAL, SPECIFY WHICH):    wolf blooded SOUL NAME:            Lys’aer KNOWN BY:                       himself LIFE\LOVEMATE: farthest from his mind CUB(S):       too young AGE:              12 HEIGHT:     3’3 HAIR:   dark brown, cascades past his shoulders  to mid-back, a couple of bangs always end up in front of his face when he’s not wearing his scout’s cap.   It will grow remarkably long when he gets older. EYES: dark blue puppy eyes, wide, slanted

SKIN TONE:                       faint tan

BODY TYPE:            slim

MARKS\SCARS\OUTSTANDING FEATURES:            like a little prince, a bright smile, arched

eyebrows

CLOTHING:                       Depending on the weather; various hooded pullover in a very light material

and loose pants, and a triangular loincloth..

JEWELRY:  silver neckband, silver wristcuffs

WEAPONS: staff, longbow

SPECIAL POSSESSIONS:            his scout’s hat, his bow

ABILITIES:            sending, animal bonding, learning empathy (limited) - he ‘picks up’ on emotions.

SKILLS:       human language, peace making

FAMILY:            WindDreamer (mother), Teranin (father), Tiera (aunt), AutumnNight

(uncle), Fox (cousin), Rowan (cousin),  Coyote (uncle - AutumnNight's brother),

            Crystalstar (aunt - Coyote's  lifemate), Starfire (cousin),  Firewraith (cousin)

ORIGIN:      Holt of Grand Illusions

PERSONAL HISTORY AND INFORMATION:  A true, gentle sweetheart, this cub needs looking after. 
Encouraged to be brave from birth and living a rather peaceful life, he has developed little sense of fear
 but a great sense of patience.  He is mostly quiet, practically listens his way to the other elves hearts. 
His biggest gift is his growing empathy and compassion, he is very intuitive, he “feels” more than he hears.
 Extremely mature for his age, he prefers the company of the elders because he can’t seem to
understand the other cubs.       

COLORS\SYMBOLS:        none

KNOWLEDGE\OPINION OF:

            HUMANS:            Can’t understand their hatred. It scares him. 

            TROLLS:            Has never seen one, but heard they can be really nasty.

            PRESERVERS:        Can stand their company before they begin to sing.