Aceath (Niveau 1) mail warning

Age: 125
Species: Half-Elf / Werewolf
Sexuality: Yes. aka Pan
Pronouns: he/him
Birthday: He isn’t sure. But he knows he was born around the vernal equinox of Ethele’mele
Appearance: Long silver hair, typically with braids towards the front of his hair.
Elongated ears similar to most other woodland elves.

Background: Ace spent most of his childhood among his clan. Playing and learning to
hunt in the woods of his homeland. He was a rather rambunctious child. Always getting
in trouble with the village elders. Stealing apples that weren't his to practice his archery.
Getting lost for days on end in the woods. His Father wasn’t allowed to frequent the
village.. Being human.. So he never really got the chance to learn about him.. Or what
he was like. His mother.. She was a weaver. Created with nothing but her hands and the
materials the woods provided. Life was still good for him.. It was enough for them to get
by. To live in peace.
Fast forward about a hundred years.. His mother Alcreath, Fell ill. A sickness that had
devastated his village. Wiping out half of their population with a swift fury. It was quick
moving.. And none of their remedies seemed to work on it. Causing difficulty breathing,
lack of hunger.. Vomiting.. Exhaustion.. And eventually a coma.. Leading to death. Ace
spent what time he could by his mother’s side. Caring for her. Hoping she would be one
of the lucky few to survive.
His hope wasn’t well placed.. And not long after she contracted the illness.. She passed.
Leaving him to fend for himself. The work of a hunter did not provide enough for him,
and with the loss of his mother.. He started to go slightly insane. Disregarding the orders
of his elders. Stealing what he could to sell at the mainland cities. After some time.. He
wound up being captured by one of the village guardians. Locked away, forced to face
his own sins. Repent for the things that he had done.