Confession is always weakness. The grave soul keeps its own secrets, and takes its own punishment in silence.
Description: A couple inches shorter then six feet tall, this young elf male is lean, with dark hair and blue eyes. Quiet curiosity and thoughtfulness shine in his eyes, even if he moves with an average if absentminded grace. Normally wearing a mostly unadorned, simple black tunic and black trousers, he seems to occasionally be rushing places for whatever reason.
Personality: Quiet and a bit aloof most of the time, he does have a habit of being a bit of a flirt on occasion. Fairly rational if sometimes a bit too introspective for his own good, and occasionally prone to shyness or wanderlust
Background: The youngest in a small family, Sareth started learning magic during his childhood. A thirst for knowledge matched paired with intelligence, he would spend a fair amount of his time learning. He was still a young child when the Mortal Strife hit, and didn't really understand the difference between having his immortality and being mortal, being little more then a babe in the eyes of other elves. However, by the time he was well into his adolescence, they immigrated, and he lost the only home and life he had ever known, as well as lost contact with those few who he knew of before, that weren't family.
When they set sail, some of his immediate family was lost to the storm, so he spent a year in mourning for those he lost. However, by the time that things settled in the new land and his mourning period had passed, he started spending most of his time in the library, learning what knowledge he could.