Family:
          Mother: Kylara (Deceased)
          Father: Kerzon (Deceased)
          Brother: None
          Sister: Talmai
          Lifemate: None at this time
          Recognized: Has not yet done so
          Kits: None so far

    Description/Image:

This elf is quite short, even for a catelf... You might even mistake him for a child if you did not pay close attention to his face which has seen several turns of the seasons go by. He wears subdued reddish-brown colors which blend well enough with the tree trunks of the forest. He has on a vest that seems a little too small, even for this small elf. Below that, a pair of short pants which go down to his knees; on his feet are some boots of the same color, well worn from travel. His hair is dusty blond which seems a little lighter in color under a noon sun. Axil's bright green eyes contrast his clothing somewhat, as they are the color of new springtime leaves.

    Background:

Axil was once a part of the catelf tribe long ago. It has been almost 300 turns of the seasons since he last dwelt among the jungle elves, after having a dispute with his father, Kerzon, that made him choose to live a soltiary life away from the catelf tribes. His father had placed too many expectations on him that he couldn't comply to due to Axil's smaller stature. Axil was skilled in other ways that his traditionalist hunting father would not let him explore. Eventually, Axil left the tribe completely, remaining in obscurity within the great jungle where he learned to do things his way.

His mother, Kylara, was heartbroken at her son's departure, but did not stand in his way since at that time he was old enough to make his own decisions. Not long after, she would die 2 turns after giving birth to Axil's sister, Talmai, whom he's never met to this day. Kerzon also passed away along his lifemate's side, yet Axil's absence has been so thorough that despite all the turns that have passed, he has been oblivious to all of this.

Axil has stayed in the remote regions of the jungles, but in the liberty of his solitude, he has taken a few nomadic journeys into other lands. On occasion he was fortunate to find a few other wanderers like himself, for which he was sorely thankful as it relieved his tremendous loneliness that he stubbornly bore. Still, someday, his deep rooted grudge may fade and he may once again seek the comfort and companionship of his tribe... Someday...

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