Artha-Amberose

"What a day..." The dark haired man sighed running a hand over his sweated brow. His hair was shoulder length and black, and he had light black facial hair and blue eyes. His skin was sun-tanned and he wore simple clothes with worn chainmail over them. He was a rather average human male.  Evan had just finished cutting down several trees, to add on to his house. It was actually surprisingly nice for the lone woodsman. Evan was very skilled with the tools he had brought with him when he had struck out away from Civilization to go it alone. He'd built everything he needed; a bed from the wool of sheep, and a framework of wood. It wasn't the mo