(I am reapplying ? had a bit of a mix up on my first run so here we are again, I also cant seem to type much in the above boxes so I put a google docs link to my info. sorry for the inconvenience!)
Este was born into a family of modest holdings in Haelun’or, the city where Tanyl was born and raised. As a young boy he shattered his leg in an unfortunate accident when he fell from a balcony. Despite the medicine and care he was able to receive his leg never fully recovered, destining him to be unable to pursue the life of marksmanship and ways of warfare many other boys his age wanted to pursue. Instead he set about learning from his mother, who taught him all she knew about the art of healing and medicine. Teaching him to brew cures for ailments and how to use seemingly simple herbs as expert pain killers. He was fascinated by this and despite the negative attention he received from his father and the rejection he faced from everyone else, he was content. That was until the day when he was out exploring on his own, see despite being crippled Tanyl had a good idea of how to sneak around places, routinely outwitting the guards and taking long strolls away from the safety of his cities walls. He stumbled upon a young boy hanging limply from a wagon, his side impaled with what seemed to be the jagged end of an orc’s dagger and his family dead around him. In an attempt to save the boy Tanyl snuck him home and did everything in his power to heal him. Putting him into a stable condition, or at least giving him time. When he was found out the boy was promptly put to death and Tanyl was punished severely. Being cast into a prison cell and left to rot. Tanyl was resigned to his fate until one day perhaps a year later, he wasn't sure, the door to his cell swung open. There stood his father, a man who had always despised and hated him. His father told him to run, that he had pulled some political strings and that is Tanyl left as of tonight and never return, he may go. He fled to Aegrothond where he learned to further his skills in the art of medicine. He then set out on his way, with a slight distaste for high Elves and a want to spread his arts far and wide. So with that Tanyl grabbed as many herbs and special ingredients he could and set off on the adventure we know him to be on today...
The young elf quickly spins on the spot and flashes a small grin at the man, admiring him for his sense of wear and his own... less than perfect attire. Despite this he quickly states, “Hello there! my name is Este, I come in look of a job.” He says this all rather fast as he isn’t quite sure how society works outside of the family he left behind. “I am a healer!” he adds quickly in a tone that almost seems like he is attempting to yell down at the man. With this he pulls out his bag to brandish a hand full of small flasks, while they seem old and dirty there is no mistaking the light shimmer of the liquids inside. “I wish to discuss these with a local healer, could you show me the way?” he politely asks the man.
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