ChubbyBear420

Haribou the wood elf came from a distant line of wood elf rangers. He lives in the wood elf city known as Caras Elder, under the Dominion of Malin. His religion being Aspectism, he grew up with great respect for nature and the woodlands around his home. Haribou was very adventurous and happy for most of his childhood. Only one thing was wrong. Haribou was  overweight and bullied. Being bullied at such a young age, he knew he needed to make a change. He started to work out every day, from running around the woodlands, to doing body workouts in the city. Eventually, around the age of 19, his body was as shredded as it gets. With washboard abs and gigantic biceps, he knew he could take on anything. That was until one rainy night, his brother came running into his room to tell him horrible news that would change his whole life as he knew it. Dark elf assassins had attacked and killed his parents while they were on a date. He was so sad and angry at the elves that he fell down to his knees and cried for days. He vowed to become stronger so he could defend himself and others from harm. He knew it was not an accident. He knew somebody wanted his parents dead. The question was who and why, as his parents were such lovely people. Haribou was already an extremely dedicated and strong wood elf, he was at peak physical shape and one of the strongest, young wood elves in the district. Since he vowed to become stronger every day, that's what he told himself every day. One sunny summer day, Haribou ran out to the woods and grabbed the most flexible, yet strongest stick he could find. After he had his stick, he ran back home and found some old, ancient elven bowstring that his dead grandfather had given to Haribou's father when he was young. You see, that bowstring had been passed down from generation to generation in Haribou's family. His ancestor's had been skilled in the art of the bow for many years until after they moved to Atlas from the Isles of  Axios. With those two items, he made himself a bow. He practiced with that bow everyday. Day after day, year after year, not stopping for anything. Eventually it came to a point that his bow was part of him. Even after all of the years he used it, it never became weak like it should've. It seemed like the wood of the bow was of some ancient elven power and couldn't be broken. Nowadays, Haribou travels around looking for adventure, still filled with the troubles of his past, looking for something to take his mind off of it.