Ellir’Civir was born in the dark elf city of Ker’nor. He was born to a family that held minor political sway, he was the youngest of five siblings, and was mostly ignored in favor of his older siblings. His upbringing was average, he learned how to use the great sword, his study's were largely dis satisfactory to his parents, his lack of passion to most things didn’t help. At the age of 50 he was kicked out of his family's home for being a “black sheep” compared to his siblings who flourished in most things.
He wandered for years from Human settlement to Elfven citadels, even the Dwarven Kingdom of Agnarum, Eventually crossing the ice wall that separates Atlas from Arcas, living in a haze of disinterest and boredom barely living day to day. He went like this for close to 50 years loosing track of time for many years, until he met a wood elf named Galier. Galier was a hermit living near The Talus Grove, and taught Ellir his only passion fishing. Now roughly 30 years later, Ellir wanders Arcas in search of new fish, rivers, and maybe even a glimpse of a mythical creature to catch on his journey through nature.
Ellir stared at the man blankly. “Sir, I’m just here for the fishin.” He then began to walk off into the city, stopping shortly to ask the man, “Do you know where the nearest river is?” Taking little interest in the colorful stalls, he walked on, excited only for his hobby and little else.
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