Registering Atticus the Elf!

[Atticus]

Name: Atticus of the Leaves

Age: 47 (I dunno about your RPG, but in most, for elves, 47 is considered young. Just let me know please:))

Gender: Male

Race: Elf

Rank:

Class:

Physical Appearance: Atticus is, of course, quite tall. 6"3 in fact. His hair is light brown and short, and he has light blue eyes. His skin is fairly light, and also very smooth. He has a small-medium build.

Clothing discription: He wears what might be considered a fancy, low-class elf outfit. It green, and is very light to wear. It's a long sleeve outfit, with bands around his wrists and ankles. His clothing is also somewhat tight, which keeps it lighter, and easier to manuever around in.

Personality: Atticus is quite strict with his allies at times, although he doesn't necessarily mean to. He hates when people don't do what they're told; especially when it results in a loss of life. However, outside the battlefield, he's usually quite kind and curteous.

Weapon(s): Elven bow and arrows.

Armor: None yet. (I dunno if we're supposed to get armor during the RP?)

Skill(s): (I dunno if we should have these yet, or what they should be)
Precision-
This 'skill', used mostly by elves, gives them near-perfect precision when shooting arrows. They're keen sight of vision gives them this advantage.

History: Atticus has spent nearly his whole life in ((( to be replaced! I dunno where the elves live yet! )). For quite a long time, he has spent many dedicated hours practicing the use of his bow and arrows so that he may one day fight in a battle or war the may benefit the elves at one time or another.
His father died before he was born, during a battle to protect the Elf Kingdom. His mother raised him his whole life, and it actually had gone very well, considering being down one parent.

Sample RP:
Atticus glances back and forth across the thin woods, scouting for enemies. Although something certainly seemed amiss, he just could place he finger on it...
Pulling forth his bow, he strings an arrow onto it, ready to release it in an instant, should something happen that would require him to react.
The silence of the wood was earily quite, and this was unusual to Atticus.
This wood is usually buzzing with excitement...
Again, he glances from side to side, checking to make sure he wasn't about to be ambushed.
Suddenly, there was an enourmous trudging that seemed to be coming from quite a distance from him. There was a creature ahead that he couldn't make out. However, the creature seemed to admit some kind of evil about it... Evil intentions, evil personality, even homeland... Atticus couldn't quite tell. But he knew simply that he had to dispose of it.
Pulling back on the string and arrow, he releases it to send it flying at this probable foe.

[Crystal]

actually since you put it that way, let's just say that 47 for an elf is actually 15 for a human

oh and that bio was well done (you may have to expand on the history and such) but ill accept it anyway

[Atticus]

Cool, thanks
If there's anything you need me to change that conflicts with your own ideas, let me know. This is your story, not mine.

[Crystal]

lol ok then