GeoHarvest

You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
 

The air in the room seemed tense for Aevis as he had initially followed this strange pull in the air. As if the gods were guiding his path, leading him to this strange and hollow looking place. Never the less, he didn't hesitate to sit down at the offered cushion. Spear at his side and ready for any unexpected outcomes. His gaze wondered the tent and immediately knew that the one before him was magically gifted.

Her words upon his entrance peeked his interest. She had expected him.

Was she a seer of some sort? Or maybe a prophet?

"To have expected my presence beforehand..." He softly shakes his head and slowly lowered the white cowl over his helmet. The helmet soon followed after, revealing a unkempt mess of shoulder length black obsidian hair. Pale violet eyes, narrowed from exhaustion but seemingly filled with intent and wonder. Mostly prominently was his pointed ears and pale skin. Already his origin's was discernable, but complicated as to how he had ended up where he was today.

"My name is Aevis. As far as most know, I am merely a wandering knight in search of a purpose. Which isn't far from the truth, for I am following my family's tradition and am in search of... enlightenment. Knowledge. Ambitions..." Aevis looked at the woman silently for a second before he raised an arm and gently traced the crest keeping his tattered cape in place.

"My family is a branch family. Far separated from those of higher purity and scrutinized for there tainted bloodlines. As you can probably tell by my hair." He sighs and drops the hand back down to his side, "That is also why I don armor everywhere. But I suspect it wouldn't matter to you seer." His blue eyes scanned the woman.

"My family are an isolated group. Long since forgotten among the many branch families of high elven history. Buried beneath the snow and ice. I am the only one to step out and accept the changes of the world. Seeking to understand it and make of it what I will." 

"If you had wished to know of my origins in detail... I would rather refrain from going further than necessary..." His willingness to continue further was wavering. He didn't have the greatest of childhoods, but it was far from the worst. All he had was the teachings to be a warrior following tradition and the belief he often questioned and eventually abandoned.