Nyth was born into a well off family of elven merchants, the kind you don't often see. Their family business was trading the local elven wine to human nobles, a market that sprung from time to time every few decades, whenever the noble young bloods got into holding feasts for the upper classes. But a life of stagnation behind counters wasn't for Nyth; he dreamed (well, meditated) about the far away lands that he'd hear about in bard tales, of adventures and dangers and the mysteries of the world. But that was then, when he was still just a kid some 6 or 7 decades of age.
He left home a long time ago, looking for those adventures he yearned so much. However, he had to learn to protect himself before he could go facing any real dangers. That's how he ended up training on the road, learning from mercenaries and fighters the art of the sword, and from books he taught himself the delicate arcane arts. When he had turned 137 and thought there was little left to learn before journeying into the wilds, he met a Magus, the first he'd ever seen. He spent the next seven years under his tutelage, rediscovering what he'd learn on his own, and soaking in the old Magi culture.
With his training still under-way, Nyth set off to his long waited adventures, to hone his skills in a real battlefield and follow the Path of a True Magus: the Bladebound Magus. His next destination: Rook, a great HUB city for adventurers like himself.
Nyth is quite tall for an elf, towering over even the average human. He's rather fond of his height and tends to puff out his chest and look down on people as he passes by. Most often you'll find him wearing common clothes, the most comfortable he can find that are travel-worthy, not really caring much for the looks of it; he is however rather attached to the colour blue for some reason, and wears it over any other.
He has long chestnut hair and hazel eyes, with elven-fair skin, which is hard to notice past the thin layer of dirt and sweat he always carries around from travelling without rest so often. Due to his rather gender-neutral looks and his lack of taste in clothes he is often confused for a lady, specially when he shows up wearing a leather skirt and his long hair tied into a knitted braid.