Chrysanthemum Snufkin was born on 59 SA on 'the First Seed', in the Principality of Celia'nor, on a bright and sunny day while all the flowers were in bloom and life was awakening. He was named after a flower and had a fascination for nature. His father, however, found it unbecoming of a high elf to prance around in the fields all day where he claimed "only filth lay there". His mother would steel herself in these moments, and while she was would smile at Chrys like he was the light in her dark iris, she was also distant and quiet at times. It didn't help that Chrys had his dad's eyes and his dad's same fiery hair. He'd hide in his sheets when he heard yelling through the walls. While his family was proud and traditional, the heart in it was empty, but Chrys is determined to change that. As he grew older, he held his head high, determined to become a better man than his dad.
Chrys looks around with a smile, intrigued with every nook and cranny of the community and structure in this city. Upon meeting this well-dressed man, he straightens his posture, smiles and nods his head in introduction. "Hello there, I am Chrysanthemum Snufkin! I was hoping to visit this place at some point in my endeavors. I am most excited to explore this wonder of a city.", he gestures around with his hand in attentiveness. He bows before bidding his farewell to the man, "I must be going now, have a good day, sir!"

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