Name: Jolon, which means Dead tree valley, last name unknown, even to himself
Race: Wild Elf ((He is not a wood elf, wild elves are a bit different))
Appearance: He stands to be 6'12" and weighs 153lbs. He has very long brown hair that goes past his shoulders and half way down his back. His eyes are a dark brown that always seem to welcome anyone and always holds comfort. He wears some black pants that is the color of a starless sky, and his shirt is the same color as his pants. He wears boots that are a brown leather that reach up to his knees, and his pants are tucked under the boots. He also wears a cloak that changes colors with the season, sort of like a mood ring just instead of changing colors with his mood it changes with the seasons, like fall is brown, winter is white, spring is a light green, and summer is dark green. Has also tan skin.
Personality: He is a druid, though he doesn't seem to act like it all the time. He is protective about the forest, he never wants anyone to harm it or hunt in one. He hates any being who are careless for a forest's life. Which sort of makes him quiet, and to have a bad attitude at times. He is smart, or wise whichever you want to say, and he will never harm anything, though he will hunt when he needs to, he is also what you call caotic nuetrel, He does what he wants for evil or good. He says what he wants and does what he wants, he'd do anything he wants to, and he will never say anything about his powers and rarely says anything about his past even if it isn't much.
Unique Special-Ability: Plants are able to speak to him and tell him when someone is in a forest and he is able to talk back, and also (like Hymwen) the plants also send him images though he is able to control it after three hundred and twelve years. Animals seem calm around him though he can not speak to them or make them come to him, it isn't a power it's just what the animals like. He is agile and quick, and is able to jump from a tree to another one, he is quick on his feet. He never really uses a weapon though he keeps a dagger hidden in each boot when he needs it he'll use it.
History: Jolon was raised by other druids, though there race was unknown even to himself, he had no idea what they were. They raised him in a forest, though they died when he turned ten. This forest that he was raised in was a wonderful, and in the middle of this forest was a temple made of trees and vines. Though the reason he is not in his forest is because it was burned down and he had no way to stop it from burning, though he had lived in this forest all his life, never talking to any human or other race ever, except threatening them to leave before he got a little too angry.
Black sky... red earth... it can't be... home... Thoughts swarmed in his head as he stood at the edge of the forest he lived in. In front of him trees burned with a large fire spreading over all. In this forest he had lived for three hundred and twelve years, living in peace with every creature who lived there. His eye held a deep fear, and now memory's flooded in his mind, old memory's of the two druid who cared for him, though they were not his true parents, he had no idea who his true parents were, but during the many years on his own he had learned to forget his family who had loved him, he had moved on, to a new life.
He left the forest, that was now ash, though no fire could burn down a huge forest, and it was the humans who used fire, and his hate burned deeper ever more, he now hates any living being he meets. Jolon discovered the floating land and went to it, he stayed on it wondering if he could find a new life here since his life seemed to be ruined without his home, though here there were humans and other races, he became disgusted, though he stayed on the land in the wild, rarely going to the civilization.
Approved! ^_^ Now Rp like the wind!!! O.o wait...I don't the wind can Rp...well...um....you know :D