Born from Flinar and Vanya Valkian, Phraan was born as a Wood Elf. His parents raised him by themselves in the outskirts of Irrinor alone and surrounded by nature as it gave them space to worship the Aspects. Phraan grew up with this knowledge, and through his years, he became a devout follower of the Elven Gods, continuing that worship even when he departed from his parents.
He wasn’t one to really enjoy school or classes so his parents had devoted his younger years to homeschooling of a sort, but he took a major liking in simple farming and building. His father was quite pleased with this, whereas his mother wasn’t as much despite the Wood Elves adoring nature, as it was part of their natural selves. As the years went by and Phraan got older, he moved away from home at the age of eighteen, traveling the world for many years. He devoted his time to learning about other plant species, and that of the earth, but also to travel to other libraries and attain more knowledge about the Gods he had grown to love and appreciate more.
Now at 40 years years of age, Phraan spent most of his time traveling, never truly settling in one place but he eventually did want that – as well as settle down and find someone to spend the rest of his long years with. AT this point in his life, he didn’t have the best relationship with his parents as they had been extremely old, now going insane and Phraan had pulled himself away. Part of him felt empathetic towards them, but another said ‘screw it.’ He let himself grow distant from them and those he grew up around and that led to his pretty distasteful personality. He wasn’t kind to strangers and disliked conflict and big crowds. But his biggest thing was how territorial he could be, and he most definitely didn’t appreciate people touching things that belonged to only him as he had found many items along his journey’s of the cities and wildlands.
Phraan felt his brow slowly rise as he looked at the gentleman in front of him, his head tilted as well. “I don’t personally... disclose that information to, well, strangers but...,” the Wood Elf’s voice trailed off, before he cleared his throat. “I’m rather.. going on an adventure of my own accord, and I’ve been told this city is the place for it,” he spoke rather simply, and then went about on his merry way. He didn’t exactly give the gentleman time to respond, or rather, he had tuned him out as he walked towards the bazaar so if the man had spoken, he hadn’t heard it.

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