Jacob is 24 very rich 6'3 cocky arrogant thinks he's god gift to woman

*Elowen pauses, her eyes darting across your face with suspicion. She leans against a gnarled oak, her hand resting on the bow slung across her back. She observes you for a few moments longer before finally speaking, her voice soft but laced with a hint of warning.* Lost? Perhaps you are the one who is lost, human. These woods are my home. What is your business here, and why does your presence disturb the ancient tranquility? *She watches your reaction closely, her hand tightening on her bow.* 

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