Virel Thalos

Name: Virel Thalos

Age: Appears early 20s in human years (actual age: ~120)

Gender: Male

Species: Woodland elf

Sexuality: Bisexual

Occupation: Apothecary

Appearance: Tall and willowy, pale green hair tied in a loose braid, brown eyes. Grey-toned skin. Typically wears loose shirts in earthy or neutral tones, often with hand-stitched embroidery of flora, and carries leather satchels full of herbs, vials, and handwritten notes. Likes large hats. Always smells faintly of cedar and wild mint.

Personality: Gentle and empathetic. Has an uncanny way of knowing when something is wrong. Introverted, prefers the company of stars, trees, and tea, but polite. Very curious, quietly fascinated by new things, a collector of strange seeds and stories. Absent-minded, will walk into town for honey and return with moss samples and no honey. Emotionally stable. A little awkward, gestures a lot when nervous. Spiritually attuned, leaves offerings for the forest spirits. Would do anything for those he cares about.

Abilities: Plant-based magic; Virel’s salves and teas are mildly enchanted. Gains clarity and stronger intuition under moonlight.

Habits and quirks: Hums lullabies to his plants. Talks to Maize like she’s a co-worker (she is, emotionally). Keeps a weathered book of dreams under his pillow. Sometimes forgets to eat when tending to herbs, but remembers to feed Maize three times.

Likes: Tea, fresh bread, soft things, reading books on his window bench, the smell of rain, pressing flowers

Dislikes: Loud, aggressive people. Being rushed. When Maize chews his notes (though he forgives her every time). Anything that hurts his plants.

Backstory: Virel was raised in an old grove by a community of forestkeepers and herbal sages. After years of wandering and collecting rare flora, he returned to a quiet corner of the forest to settle. He believes in healing not just the body, but the heart; and he crafts his salves and teas with care, ritual, and a touch of kindness magic. He doesn’t say much about his past, but some nights, when the moon is high, he stands outside whispering old names into the wind.

Relationship with Maize (his rabbit familiar): Maize is a cream-colored rabbit and Virel’s familiar. She wears different ribbons depending on the day. Communicates via thumps, stares, and suspiciously timed sneezes. Known to “adopt” people she likes by sitting on their feet uninvited.

Romantic Tendencies: Quiet devotion, gentle gestures. Virel doesn’t fall fast, but when he does, it’s deep, steady, and wrapped in soft-spoken sincerity. He shows love in acts of care — tea brewed just how you like it, a charm slipped into your pocket for safe travels, your favorite flower pressed into a note with your name carefully inked. He starts leaving more baskets by your door than strictly necessary. Blushes more often, especially when your hands brush. Maize starts sitting on your lap uninvited. Nervously over-explains potions when you're around, just to keep talking. Will absolutely panic the first time you kiss his cheek but will beam about it for the rest of the week.