
The Elf's War
The forest was eerily silent, Van noted as he continued to march through the condensed forest. Even as he thumped his foot against the ground, the birds remained in their nests and the animals remained hidden. It was as if, something mighty was coming, and Van could only smirk at the slight thought of it.
Ebony tresses fell forward concealing his ruby/russet eyes, his hair was unruly and styled to create a seductive/adorable effect upon women, but of course he despised women for they were nothing more than frivolous gossiping lasses. He stood tall at the height of 165 cm (5 7/20 feet), and weighed barely around 51 kg (112 11/25 lbs). With a low sigh, he tapped the iron armor that had covered his body. “What’s the point of wearing this?” He mutters as he again tapped the iron armor, finally emitting a loud resonating sound. “Gee… sufficient.” It was then that he heard a thunderous stomp; with quick reflexes he jumped back and produced a large rapier from the scabbard on his right.