Height: 6'0''
Weight: 185 lbs (84kg)
Eyes: Brown with flecks of gold
Hair: Brown
Age: 32
Race: Human, some fae heritage
Sex: Male


Story:  

TL;DR - He's a ranger with a wolf, born to a simple man and a Dryad of the woods.


Davril was born to a woodsman; a simple man who lived his live in a forest far from civilisation.   The old man had lived off the land for forty some years and at the ripe age of 60, a Dryad approached him.  For his dedication to the woods and efforts in defending the land, she offered him a son.   Many years had passed since his father took to bed with a woman, and with his life near over, he took the offer gratefully.

Davril was delivered to the old mans shack some months later in a woven basket.   The old man died before Davril was 10, but had shown him the ways of the forest  A five year old under any other circumstance would perish on their own, but Davril had remarkable luck in his forages and his hunts.  At sixteen the boy had trained to be a fine woodsman and without prompt of his mother, learned to show compassion to the land and it's inhabitants and no mercy to those who would stomp on it.  A great pride filled his mother as he approached the scene of two corpses - a sabretooth and a direwolf, dead, with a pup mewling near by.   The young man analysed with precision and drew his bow to end the life of the young wolf, but in a moment of compassion, lowered the weapon and instead lifted the wolf into his arms.

The two young creatures became inseparable and continued their ventures as a unit, hunting together.   Davril is yet to meet his mother, though she may well still follow him around and has recently ventured from the familiarity of trees to explore the cities his ilk tend to belong in.


Description (Davril):
A tall, lean, muscular male with the looks and charm of the faeries woven into his features.   His musculature seems more defined than the norm for one of his strength and flows with a rarely seen grace.  His hair and eyes each are blessed with golden flecks, bringing an autumnal look to the otherwise dull browns they would be.  His skin is somewhat tanned, despite living in a forest for the majority of his life, which may well be the last of the gifts his mother presented him.   Often the man is dressed in simple clothes that offer more practicality than affluence.  Boots, trousers, belts and a tunic tend to be his chosen garments.  The man travels at all times with a quiver and bow slung about his shoulders and a pair of knives houlstered in his belt.

Description (Dire Wolf):  This wolf has grown tall beyond necessity it would seem, standing at the height of an average human and perhaps twice as thick as an average timberwolf, this creature is a menace to behold, yet holds great loyalty and regard for Davril.   It's coat is a wonderful contrast of silver and greys, it's eyes menacing and yellow and teeth long and sharp, as many wolves would be.   This one bares no marks of injury or signs of age, however, and seems in the prime of it's life.