Born the bastard son of a local priest's daughter, Nimeon's life has not been easy. Much speculation was made of his heritage until the time of his birth, when it became clear he had been sired by one ot the elves who frequently wandered through the village. Although his grandfather was upset, upon seeing the birthmark in the shape of an elk head on Nimeon's chest, the old priest of Erastil took it as a sign and forgave his daughter, taking Nimeon to raise as his successor in the church.
Nimeon grew to be fast and strong, but he still maintains a deep humility. Being teased as a child for his mixed heritage quickly taught him that striking out at those who hated and feared him would get him nowhere, and so he took to forgiving those who knew no better. Although it was his grandfathers greatest desire that he take up the bow in service to Erastil, he has done so in his own way. Neither a ranger nor a cleric, Nimeon has taken the vows of a paladin of Erastil. Though rare in service, Nimeon feels it is his sworn duty to protect hearth and home, and to show others to live in harmony with nature when they can.
Standing 5'11" with green eyes and skin bronzed by the sun, Nimeon's black hair is kept short so as not to obstruct his vision. His prized bow he keeps by his side at all times, as both a tool and a weapon, a symbol of his faith and a talisman against those who would wrong him or the village he calls home.