Lord Rennyn Rylanth
The balance is not a fragile thing; all the more reason to avenge it when broken.
Description: Rennyn stands near seven feet high, perhaps a bit below it; he grows tall and lithe, but sturdy - like a birch tree. His eyes of green have a rather tired look about them, as if he's seen too much and just wants to sit down and have some hot tea. Not yet elderly, by immortal standards, he does walk with a rather large walking stick, hand-shaped to fit his hands which are perhaps larger than expected by a small margin - perfect for lifting heavy objects, or if it comes to it, brawling. He keeps his hair long, but intricately braided, and it droops down his back to his waist, the bright near-gold white of it being in contrast to his rather bronzed skin - too many days in the sun have darkened it.
Personality: Stern and calm, no-nonsense, slow to anger, quick to forgive. Rennyn has no worries about what one does, until they disrupt the balance towards evil's favor. Action over standing still is preferred, but not always necessary.
Background: Rennyn of House Rylanth has been doing only a few specific things for nearly four centuries; all of them revolving around the necessity of keeping the lands clean of danger. Whether that danger comes from outside or from within, Rennyn has been there to restore trees to life from accidentally-burnt husks, and to burn down entire groves of trees when it was needed. He understands that while the loss of a life of one who is immortal is mournful, it is not the end of the world. But, the end of the world, would be the end of all life. Take care of the land, and you will take care of your kin; that much is simple enough. And he has had four centuries in which to master the art of balance in that way.