Race- Drow

Age- 160

Height- 5'11

Weight- 175 lbs

Gender- Pure Male

Orientation- Gay

Hair- Blue

Eyes- Light Obsidian

Diety- Chauntea

History- After a human raid on a portion of the Underdark that slaughtered hundreds of innocent Drow including Solerrik's parent's he was taken in as an infant by a lovely Druidic couple. The two swore not to tell the young child of his terrible misfortune, and instead used their shifting abilities to take Drow forms, and raise him as their own, and as if all were right with the world. When Solerrik showed no signs of Druidic magic his parent's informed him that not all are given such gifts, and that his gift would shine in a different way. Luckily as he grew older his elven blood took hold, and rooted to the forest floor quite nicely. He had found that he had become very close to the animals of the forest, and that he was even able to communicate with them to a certain extent. But his love outside of protecting the forest, and it's creatures was in fact farming. He loved to make things grow. Wheat, Tomatoes, Corn. Well for some reason Solerrik just had the greenest of thumbs, and it wouldn't be long before his adoptive parents would come to the conclusion that he was being watched over by Chauntea. Year after year he would grow, tend, harvest, and share his crops with local villages in desperate need of assistance. He'd been known to keep a field lush, and green even through the toughest of droughts. This is how Solerrik got the skills of using a scythe not only as a tool but as a weapon. He's had to use it on numerous occasions to ward of orcs, or other thieves who would just love to get their hands on all he had if only to destroy it. Though this is also how Solerrik met his good friend Renzeir another Drow who lived in one of the villages who was in fact going through a hard time themselves. Renzeir was a beautiful young man, and had a certain air about him that left Solerrik wondering. But it was a complete shock when the Drow offered to help him with his farming. Renzeir had it in his mind that if his village was going to benefit from the harvest then he had to help, and help he did. Over the years the two bonded, helped each other through whatever they could, and even admitted their true sexuality to one another. They were truly best friends, and as the years passed and the two matured soon the farming life became tedious, and almost boring. The two men were yearning for more, and so they decided together to set off, and train in the ways of true heroes, and adventurers. So now here they are almost 40 years later still best friends, and now instead of picking plant's they're picking off deadly foes together.

I won't be listing lights as he's not meant for SRP with random folks.