Silvyr was a high elf. Like his people, he was classy. Graceful. Smart. Strong willed. He was an amazing elf and many loved him. He had many women throwing themselves at him but he always wanted more. He wanted something real and something that would make his heart pound out of his chest. He felt like he needed that but he always knew it wouldn’t come easily. Aside from that, he was an amazing archer and scout.