Onve was born a dark elf and raised in Nor'asath with his older brother. He was in a low status family, not having much to survive on. His home consisted of a small shack with multiple holes in the roof of the house, which of course, was not the best home for two young boys. Onve's parents would do random freelance jobs around Nor'asath to try and scrounge up any money they could. As Onve got older, him and his brother had to resort to occasionally stealing from nearby markets and shops, which tended to weigh on Onve's conscious quite a bit. Although Onve was raised a polite and kind boy, as grew into a self-centered young man with quite a God complex. After Onve and his family got displaced during the current battle between Oren v Urguan and Haense, he now resides in Fenn as he tried to track down his family's whereabouts.
Onve turned to face the man, quickly making sure that his jacket was straight and his hair was out of his face before responding to the man. "I have come here to meet with my family. I haven't seen them in quite some time..." He paused to think about how long it had been before continuing his sentence. "It has been about a year and a half since I have seen them." Onve looked down at his clothes to make sure there weren't any wrinkles, lint or loose strings. "Although... I wouldn't mind elevating my place in society. For a man like me that would be quite an easy feat, people gravitate to me like flies!" He straightened his posture and held his head high. Onve clearly thought he was the most important man in that city.
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