[ a b o u t ]
Gindart Wexbuero is his full elven name, and since it's not a common name, he often goes by Gin. Gin is a twenty-five year old of the Ashelynn Elf Tribe (Ashelynn is a tundra-like village just on the foot of an inactive volcano) who stands a whooping 6-foot, 5-inches tall. His body, lean with years of hunting on a tundra, has endured a great many harsh winters. His golden orbs are savory and rich, a window to his inner, softer nature. And his auburn hair is a sure-fire sign that he is of a foreign elven realm for many of the folk within the city have never seen an elf with such reddish, dark hair.

[ p o w e r & w e a p o n ]
A magical pair of gloves that grant him the ability to control fire. It should be noted that his gloves do not necessarily harness the power of fire; they merely protect his elven hands from the burning nature of the flame. Despite being of magical decent, Gin prefers not to use his fire for he finds it a huge contradiction to his forest-loving kind. Instead, Gin often utilizes his bow and quiver of arrows as his go-to savior for tight situations. Gin's also very handy when it comes to hand-to-hand or knife combat.

[ p e r s o n a l i t y ]
Comes across as arrogant and stuck up; is actually a rather nice guy who's upset at his recent life's decisions. Long story short, he got forcefully engaged to a woman and is not doing everything he can to escape that life. Upon ending the engagement, he left his homeland and moved to the big city. Much like a wild animal out of its ceaseless fields, Gin struggles to find comfort in the urbanized area. The only thing that really connects him with home is the battledome, the arena were he fights. He hopes that, if he wins, that he can erase his path and start his life anew as a journeyman or knight.