Back Story:
Ethan Whisperheart was raised within the secluded, misty canopies of Starshadow Grove, a hidden wilderness sanctuary dedicated to the Moonmaiden, Selûne. The grove was a refuge for the broken, the lost, and good-aligned outcasts who fled the rigid judgments of mainstream civilization. As an Aasimar born with a celestial spark, Ethan spent his youth as a quiet acolyte, charting the stars and tending to the refugees who sought safety in the twilight.

But Selûne is a goddess of constant motion, and Ethan knew a cozy grove was too small for his divine calling. Entrusted with a blank cartography journal and a sacred mandate to guide the lost, he set out on his Lunar Pilgrimage.

Now, Ethan walks the streets of Springreach, looking for a purpose and to fulfill his divine mandate. He carries only his standard acolyte gear and a trusty mace, but his heart is fixed on the horizon. He aims to map the unknown, protect and heal those in need, and ensure the night remains a place of safety and hope for all who would walk beside him.
Physical Description:
Ethan Whisperheart stands at roughly 5feet 9inches, with an average build, though his posture carries the quiet discipline of a guardian(He has been accused of having a carrot up his you know what). His features are framed by dark hair streaked with silver accents that seem to catch the light even in total darkness. Striking golden eyes glow softly with a warm, steady inner radiance, hinting at his celestial heritage. Most captivating is his complexion; his skin possesses soft, rainbow-like iridescent undertones that subtly shift under the changing light, mirroring a lunar halo or starlight shimmering on morning dew. He is clad in the rugged, practical chain shirt of a traveling acolyte, his trusty mace at his hip and a weathered shield slung over his shoulder.
Personality:

• The Calm Anchor: I speak in a measured, quiet cadence. The louder and more chaotic a situation gets, the calmer and more focused I become.
• The Chronicler: I am constantly sketching the night sky, taking notes on the terrain, or asking my companions about their personal histories for my journal.