Lindsay Threepwood

Elric was a simple man, born and raised in the remnants of the ancient city of Elarion, now little more than a quiet, forgotten settlement at the edge of a vast desert. Standing at 1.85 meters, with short brown hair and a solid, muscular build earned from years of chopping wood, he was the kind of man who found contentment in the routine of hard work. His strong arms, honed from wielding an axe daily, contrasted with the slight belly he’d developed from evenings spent at the local tavern, enjoying hearty meals and ale. At 29, Elric was considered decent-looking—handsome in a rugged, unpolished way, with a face that carried the marks of someone who had lived a straightforward, if unremarkable, life. He never expected his life to be anything other than what it was: simple, quiet, and ordinary. But that changed the day Lindsay Threepwood walked into his life. They we're at the forest.