{General Information}

Name: Tarlendur Rastine
Alias: Raven
Age: 250
Height: 6ft
Weight: 130
Eyes: Amethysts Violet
Hair: Black
Skin: Almost porcelin white
Race: Avariel
Wingspan: 16ft
Tattoo/Scars: There'd be seemingly elvish runes, decorating this Avarial's form, going from the tops of each hand, and seeming to run along each arm, before going across his shoulder blades, forming into the wings of a raven. That artwork, much like his arms, would then continue with the elvish runes running down his back.
Two grisely scars would seem to be seen near each shoulderblade, just beneath the portruding backs of his wings, looking as if the skin was torn, with two large holes up from eachother, a thinner scar from where the skin split.

             {Appearance}

 Normally shrouded beneath a white hood, and loose garments, would hide most of this beings features, though every so often, with a trick of the light, one would catch those amethyst colored eyes staring at them from beneath his hood. That gaze would seem almost cold, and calculating. Staring through that pool of darkness causee by the hood pulled over his features, though black strands of hair would seem to lay just pass his hood.
The only hint to anything that this being was, was the almost auburn colored wings behind his back, covered in the feathers, looking close to that of a bird, their span just reaching 16ft. If one were to pay attention, when focusing on his wings, they'd see a large bow seeming to rest between them.
 Though, rather tall for his race, he'd stand around 6ft, and weighing around 130 lbs, due to that his bones were less dense than most. If one were to see what was beneath that white, metal studded vest. There eyes would be graced with chiseled muscles, though his back would seem to be the most impressive, for it had cut, and built up, over the hundreds of bow shots fired.
 While his skin was streatched over the finely toned muscles, it'd be almost polester white, even seeming to slip over his features, holdign the same color, though lacking the touch of any markings of a tattoo. His cheeks would be selender, almost appearing delicate, while his eyes were almost large, and ominous, though they would be almost called beautiful with the violet, amethysts colored deapths,
As those eyes would flicker over the vest, along his waist would seem to be several pouches, with seemingly a Kama, tucked into the back of his belt. If one were to watch his hands, they'd see just below the right one, would be a strapped single mithril claw like punching blade.. His pants would break down into loose fitting clothes, and into leather boots, allowing for him to move quickly, and have maxium flexibility.
           {Personality}
 His posture would seem to be almost cold and demeaning posture around humans, only seeming to relax a bit more, when one of his own, though rarely ever seen race, or even that of elvish blood. Unlike most of his race, he didn't seem to speak down to those who walked on two legs, as he had viewed their world, once in such a way. Though, it was obvious that he seemed a bit more serious than his regular kin, and almost had a resonating hate towards humans.

           {Weapons}

Long Bow: One would gaze upon this, seemingly bow in awe of the worksmanship, and design that was created. Though it was almost be a dizzing array, from that of the spinning axles, and that of several strings slipping back into one point, allowing amazing draw. It'd seemed to be formed out of steel, though felt amazingly light.

Punching claws: These themselves wouldn't seem to be of the highest quality, though they wouldn't be of something easily broken, formed from the glittering mithril.

Kama: Would be rather simple in appearance, though one would see that this blade would appear to be made of glassteel, a rather rare, and protected material.

             {Background}

His eyes would flicker to watch the approaching mob of humans, armed with swords, and bows, amongst other assortments of weapons, walking towards their home. He tried to warn them not to attack the wandering humans, for it would entice such actions. Though, they didn't listen, for they were too proud, which had brought their downfall.
The thrumming of his own bow would seem to ring in the night, though if one were to watch his arrows, they'd seem to almost glow as if wrapped in arcane energy, before blasting into the humans. At the last moment, his eyes would notice the ball of light flying towards him, before it would engulf and restrain his form.
All he could remember was the pain, and hatred that the human's caused, having dangled him from meat hooks over the edge of the mountain, in display to the birds, that the ground was their land, for they didn't understand creatures of legend.

What happened after that, is something you would have to rp for :D