Silver hair and cat eyes adorn this elf's head. Silver scaled wings sprout from his back, indicating that he is not just an elf.
Born into a warrior family, Ancaladar was trained to use a sword early on, though he never quite took to it like his siblings. They teased him, thinking him weak and likely to become a scholar or perhaps a musician. He had the intelligence and dexterity for either profession, but not the strength to be a warrior, or the drive. His mother knew how to train him, but his father would not listen, and continued forcing military training, hoping to break him of his stubbornness. His brothers pushed him, and taunted him, until one day they finally pushed too far. Ancaladar threw down his blade and shield and attacked with his hands. His anger sparked his arcane powers, and his draconic heritage manifested then as scaled claws. In a rage, he injured his brother. His father was outraged, and made him pack his belongings and leave. His mother explained his ancestry, and helped teach him to control his magic, with what little time they had left. He then made his way to Northern Akirslund, hoping to find some sort of mercenary work.