Until one has loved an animal, a part of one's soul remains unawakened.
Description: The elf before you stands about six foot eight, and of good weight. His body could neither be described as soft, nor particularly hard, as clearly the man leads a lifestyle that sits somewhere between toil and comfort, and thus only the smooth line of muscle might be visible if he was without a shirt. Silver blonde hair hangs in loose waves that end about mid-back, while grey blue eyes are bright and expressive. A strong jaw, and a normal nose only seem to add to the roguish looks he has been gifted with.
Personality: Friendly and outgoing, there are many that would say that Alistair doesn't have a care in the world, or perhaps that he never takes things too seriously and they couldn't be farther from the truth. Empathic and loyal, he places friends and family in the forefront of his thoughts, but those who should happen to anger him will see just how serious he can be.
Background: Born a century and a half after Estril's Feast, Alistair had the pleasure of having what one could call a 'regular' childhood, in so much as it was peaceful, with no claims of duty being pressed upon him. This allowed him to find his own path in life and that path had him developing a certain familiarity with animals, along with just a hint of magical talent. Content with his lot in life, the years passed by and his affinity for dealing with wild creatures only grew as the once child find his niche in life, one that he was more than happy with.
The first real change in life was when the Mortal Strife came about and claimed the immortality of all immortal races. While always loyal and protective to his family and those that were close to him, Alistair finally begun to worry about the consequences of this time. What could happen to those that he cared for. It was at this point in his life that he dabbled in that hint of magical talent; that little connection to the Lifewell that he had. And while he would never become a battlemage of any sort, he had a small knack for healing; a trait that he would use to help protect those should it become necessary.
Then the Host came ... and things became bleak. Once content to sit back and 'play' with his animal companions, Alistair found himself now pressed into service, using his skills to lead teams of scouts and animals in hit and run attacks on the Host Army. While effective at times, it put Alistair in a position to see more bloodshed then he would have cared to see and made him feel helpless when he could not save more than a small handful.
When the Ithiriel called for the Migration, he knew that it was their only chance at survival, but that didn't mean he was all that happy with abandoning the other races. But dedication to his family; his Kinship and to his race led him to bite his tongue, knowing that his voice would make little difference in the end. It was during that journey that he met Aileana, an elf not much younger them himself. Circumstance, or perhaps fate, would place them together as inseparable friends. During a rather turbulent storm, she had lost her footing, only to be caught by Alistair, who had lashed himself to a mast for safety. Hours passed by and the pair had little to do but take comfort in conversation; in sharing stories about things that were and setting the basis for lasting friendship.
Then came Thelos, a new chapter in the Elven History and while Alistair was thankful to have made the journey in one piece, he's still undecided on how things are going to play out. The loss of their immortality once more weighs on him, even if he believes that it was the proper thing for the Oaths that they have broken.