120 years
pretty young for an elf

Male

Zephyr Ilicaryin
"Silver Coat"/"Manto de Prata"

Main character

White (the eye-stabbing type of white)

Lean

Horns
Long elven ears
Two little spots under his eyes
Two small earrings on his left ear

45 kg

1,50 m
1,45 m (without the horns)

Pure white
Getting dirty-gold thanks to the time spent out of frozen wastelands

Shaved sides, about 3 fingers-long hair

None

Blue

Snow Elf

Syr'ei is his main motivation in going on with his life, but he also lives on for the protection of the Wood Elves and his friends

Sleeps with a knife under his pillow
Terribly photophobic (sensitiveness to light)
Terrible at dealing with hot weather

A great survivalist, archer and scout
Ice, Nature and Poison Master

Wood carving/sculpting
Sharpening his tools

Kind and understanding are his main features
Charming and can't stop being kind to everyone for the life of him

His mind is always on fast-forward, analysing and acting way too fast sometimes
Being a Snow Elf always keeps him on defensive mode, even while sleeping

Deer meat, seriously, it was the main thing he hunted, so he developed a nice taste for deer meat

His bow

His bow, but he also has a preference for throwing knives of any type

Owl

Atheist

Hunt for yourself (snow elf)
Protect who you care about

Lead Scout for the Wood Elves

Greenish yellow

Raised most of his life as a Snow Elf, but one day the entire race was wiped out of existence.
Wandered for a few years with no clan attached to him. Getting known as "The Foreign" or as "The Renegade". All the years he wandered through the lands got him distant from social attachment to anything. All he trusted was his bow and his beloved Titanic Creatures, Loki and Miru.
Once when he was settled in the Green East he met with a group of about a half a dozen of soldiers. He knocked the leader of the group down and was ready to finish him off when he stared into the leader's eyes.
Something ticked in Mark's mind. That milisecond made him stop on his track of thought. His eyes were... Confused. No rage or fear. Just simple and innocent confusion. That left a window for the others that were following the leader to tip the blades of their weapons onto Mark's neck, threatening him to drop his weapons.
"Stop!" Ordered the leader. "He means no harm." This took everyone by surprise, but they still followed his orders.

Cassy, his crow familiar

Snow elves are incredibly adaptive

-Main Songs-
Wolfborn by BrunuhVille

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=za8eYjQ7Nz8

Woodland Tales by Adrien Von Ziegler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2kHmb7ZVh6s

-Silver Coat theme-
Stray _ Wolf's Rain Opening

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xoQuu7GPxAI

From the Greek Ζεφυρος (Zephyros) meaning "the west wind".

Zephyros was the Greek god of the west wind and spring.