Before you stands an elven man, though there is someting about him that is not quite elven. He stands a little taller with a slightly broader build. His smooth face with high cheekbones, no facial hair, and flowing silvery-blonde hair are handsome features, but what you notice the most is the molten gold eyes that move as if boiling in a jeweler's mold. They pierce you with a glance, and you feel naked under his gaze. This man carried himself nobly, as if he is of high birth. Coupled with his easy smile is a lonesome look about him, you feel at ease--as if you are already friends with this man. Devinion is a man of elven heritage with a secret sorce of strength running in his blood. He wears the clothes of a traveler in good condition and his voice sometimes breaks into song or story telling, as the moments demands, for this man is a bard. A bard of many talents. He carries light weapons, a pack, and many pouches. Devinion grew up in the lands of the elves, but when he reached adulthood, he had a dream sent by a great grandfather not of this world. He found out that he is an Aasimar. Now seeking to understand his heritage and fleeing from threats from his father's murderers, he has ventured out of the elven homland to seek out his ancestry and learn about himself.