Vaxall Ravnor was born in a small town to a human carpenter named Alfor and an elven seamstress named Evah. When he was quite young a house fire killed his parents, and rather than turning him out on the street the town took him in and raised him. He grew up playing with the village children, and being traded between families every night for a place to sleep. He learned the history of Aegis from an elder in the town, an old man who could keep the children enraptured as he told tales of the Great Collapse. He learned to cook from his childhood best friend mother, Alia. She made sure he was always well fed and had a place to sleep if another one of the families couldn't take him for the night. He feared the monsters in the dark like every child, and stayed up with his friends telling tales and scary stories. He lived a happy life, all things considered. When he turned 18 he decided that he had survived the house fire for a reason, and that he needed to go out into the world to figure out his purpose. He travelled the world, meeting all sorts of new and interesting people, and even maintaining a secret relationship with a young dwarven man who was learning from a blacksmith master. Having grown up around mostly humans, he often felt divorced and separated from his identity on his mother's side. He decided he needed to seek out his mother's family, but didn't remember enough about her to know if she was a high elf or a wood elf. So he began searching, learning as much as he could about both cultures while still maintaining his distance from them physically. He read about the druids of Irrinor, and the highbrow culture of Haelun'or. Eventually he decided he had had enough of books and studying, and he needed to finally face his fears and go interact with them.
Vaxall was abruptly pulled away from his staring as the man spoke. He looked over at the stranger speaking to him, chuckling softly in embarrassment.
"Sorry, I got a little lost in my own head there... I've never been somewhere so big, or so noisy. But well... I'm not sure. A bit of all three I suppose, wealth is always useful, adventure is thrilling, and well... elevating my place in society would certainly be something. But honestly, I'm not sure."
He took a few steps forward, breathing in the fresh sea air and the smell of spices from the nearby market, before he turned back to the man, flashing him a bright, and slightly fanged, grin.
"I'm just a wanderer for now sir, but I suggest you remember the name Vaxall Ravnor, because I guarantee to you one day you'll hear my name in the legends of this world!"

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