~In This World We Are All Fragile~

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{Name}
Thorin a strange name suited for an even stranger person. Though not many know more than that, after all Thorin Everlache is a person who vanished before words could be spoken.

{Age}
Oddly enough he is quite young for his age. Many see someone to be older than humans themselves, really however he is just a child in his kind. Roughly he is more than a hundred years old, he hasn't seen much but knows quite well what the world hides beneath her shadows.

{Gender}
Thorin doesn't really believe in the strange differences humans have, how they believe about females and male with his kind there was no such thing. Coming into their world however he had to adapt being called a man. As of such he'd grown used to it and grown to like it.

{Species}
In the world beyond human limits there lies more than thousands of elves, some ranging from dying tribes and species. Others who still feel rage against humans and bare their teeth. Thorin was apart of those kind, yet he was never cruel, never wished a demise for all human kind. Rather he was curious about them. He was bound to be different in his tribe, after all he had been born a Silver Frost Elf. The more placid kind. The kind all but wiped out by Witchers.

{Sexuality}
That is one of the other things he doesn't understand either. Love is love in his eyes, there are no need for differences or labels. He would happy love anyone who comes to him either be it romantically or platonically. Everyone in his eyes deserves love and he is more than willing to give it out to anyone. It one of his very faults that got him into so much trouble. 

{Crush/Love Interest}
Love has never been one of his strong suits. There are many people quite interested in him, after all who wouldn't want to bed with a rare elf greeting their world. He just never lets anyone that close. He always remains back, sure there was one time he felt softness for the white wolf after his daring rescue from a couple of bandits who tried selling him. He just doesn't know how to love or how to keep something that precious from fading.

{Where They Came From}
There is all but one last left elf realm. One lost in the many dimensions humans can never fathom or find. Only a witcher could ever find their world. Before the frost settled in and their king left them to find salvation things were peaceful there, full of snow bound creatures and ice dotted trees. It was a world without shun of magic or fear of indifference. It'd been great agony to be forcefully parted from it. To this day on Thorin still misses his home, even when his own kind no longer mourned his loss. 

{Job}
Many would think an elf of all creatures wouldn't be able to get a job but Thorin was quite different, he roams the worlds and the wilds as their healer. He helps injured Witchers, fallen Knights, distraught villages by either raids or plagues and even tends to wounded creatures and monsters strangely. His biggest job however is the time he spends in his tower, using both alchemic magic and potion work to try and find a way back home.

{Appearance}
Thorin is best described as purely soft. Untouched by any form of scarring, exhaustion or hunger his features are delicate, soft with the way his smiles are genuine and his eyes all but sparkle with bright happiness in his pools of vivid azure blue. He is short for his kind but he makes up for it with long legs and a form more thin and wiry built for being able to dance away from his enemies. As of all elves he has short pointed ears, hidden beneath the long pure silver waves of his hair swaying down to his hips making his snow pale white skin much more delicate looking. He wears simple clothes, a white tied tunic like dress with simple leather laces upon the chest paired with black leather pants kept up with an ornate coloured belt and brown boots with a metal heel. Thrown over that is a soft pale gray cloak, a little metallic snowflake acts like the clip along with a rather soft knitted red scarf bundled around his neck. Speaking of snowflakes he has them tattooed over his shoulder and across his back. An accidental tattoo created when he was very drunk. He still hasn't regretted it. Neither his new piercings and jewelry, he always wears too much of the shiny stuff.

 Neither his new piercings and jewelry, he always wears too much of the shiny stuff

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