If you have an accent for this role it is fine as he could have picked it up anywhere. Mostly looking for one of the United Kingdom, or simply neutral. Line count, estimated 100. He is reserved, wisened and wistful. Bit of a mopey bugger but shows wry amusement to friends and uncertain affection to his new wife. His age is around 150 so I can't really class that. We all know how elf voices go, think LOTR,
Being unusually tall and Elfin for a Forsworn makes this one prefer to stay hunched over his smithing equipment. His silence is mistaken for ignorance so when he speaks a phrase more eloquent than Cael, everybody takes a step back. As he's been on most of them he knows every side of the ongoing conflict, especially the Aldmeri Dominion, but the Forsworn are the only ones he understands. As a Thalmors bastard he changes camps often and has done for decades, but now he may have found a reason to stay in the most unlikely of people. Remaining trusted and making sure the village is outfitted with the best bones and fur possible was his life. Simple. Then life fell onto his table. Love at first sight wasn't quite the term. One rainy day Coral got too curious and fell from the rocks above onto his worktable. The young woman who was half-unconscious among his swords was by all means an intruder who'd be killed without a thought. He couldn't let what had become the highlight of his day be snuffed out. He claimed her alchemy skills and "Breton" lineage as reasons for taking her as his bride.