As a child, his mother was ousted from the high-society of the high-elves. She was forced to work in stables for nothing, and had Evellios while she was working. She then grew incredibly sick, but was still made to work. It was hard there, and his mother always kept his spirit high and belly full with stories of the grand palaces of the high elves and giving up her own food. As Evellios grew, he learned that sympathy could not be found from the cruel arbiters of the stables. Because of the malnutrition, along with regular beatings by guards his mother grew very weak. Finally, on the 4th of the 4th of the 44th, she died. Before this, Evellios was told how to rise to power by his mother, and he only looked to her for consol. After she died, he found that kindness and love was the weakness that made his mother meet her unfortunate fate. After this, he joined an armed force, and was again shot by the fourth arrow from an enemy ranger, hospitalising him. He again reformed his ideals, and now works to further his own power, remaining constantly analytical and wary of others, and will obtain this power, no matter the cause.
Evellios looks around the city, nearly ignoring the man, clearly to annoy him. After a clear scope of things, he finally turns his head to the gentleman. "What do you know about my place?". His demanour is completely different to the smile on his face. You could almost hear the searing hatred with each words. "Your kind is the very reason I am here. Like a bacteria, you have brought to attention my need to use soap. My goals are not your matter, just as a mouse cares not about the goals of the cat!". With this, Evellios storms towards the heart of the city, each step emboldened by ambiton, no doubt.

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