Sul’Tir Morfiel
Sul’Tir Morfiel was a High Elf orphan, seemingly a pure blood from Haelun’or, abandoned at the doorstep of a church on Helena/Renatus, the Capital of the Holy Oren Empire, hoping that the baby would be taken in. This baby had a nametag in the basket he was left in, it said “Sul’Tir”, translated from the Ancient Elven “Sul”, meaning Light and “Tir” meaning Law. The parents of said child were never seen again. Sul’Tir was adopted, some days later by a family of farmers that worked in fields of Renatus. This family was quite poor, but they had enough money to feed another mouth and could use some more help on the farm. Since young, Sul’Tir worked on the farms and had alot of experience with animals, but he also happened to get a certain affection towards botany and herbalism during that time, that drags on until today, which contrasts with the High Elven norm of art and science lovers, possibly due to not having grown up in Haelun’or. As much as the intentions of the family that adopted him were for a more profitable life without much expenses, they grew to really like Sul’Tir as their own adopted child.
Sul’Tir grew as with time, he came to learn about his origins and how he was adopted by his own family. However... Instead of blaming them and being furious at the fact that he had lived with people that aren’t even related by blood to him, he thanked them, for taking him in and allowing him to learn so much under their lives and protection. He continued to work on the farm but at this point Sul’Tir began developing a more intricate love towards Swordsmanship. However, his family wasn’t in the best social status and could not afford a weapon for him, for that same reason, appart from the work in the farm, at the age of 15 Sul’Tir began working a guard to some shops in exchange for some money to help his parents a little more. It was then that he learned how to fight, even if at this point it was more with a blunt club rather than with an actual blade. At one point... Sul’Tir actually gathered enough money to buy himself a sword with his savings at the age of 35. His parents were now old but happy that Renatus had grown so much in all these years... They passed away days later as Sul’Tir began on a journey to find out who his real parents were and what were they doing as of now, as he learns about the world with his travels throught it.
He'd take in a deep breath, exhaling shortly after as he glanced around the new location where he had just arrived, taking in various sightings before turning his glare towards the gentleman. He'd lightly lift his lower arm, waving at the man in front of himself with a bland look on his face, before proceeding to answer to the gentleman's question with a rather monotone voice
"Greetings, sir. I've been on a long, and weary journey, in search of a specific thing around all Arcas and my attention happened to be drawn to the beauty of this city. I was also curious whether if I could sell stuff I have collected on my way here?"
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