Sylvar was born in the silver state of Haelun'or. Birthed into a High Elven family, his parents shortly perished and forced Sylvar and his only brother to live alone in the city. His brother being Licht Silvamillion (Ahox), Licht was able to provide for the family in the Silver State by selling horses. Sylvar was rather laid back in this time, watching as his brother wasted his life for his own well being. Regardless, this gave him much time to hone his skills as a warrior and business man after watching his brother for such a long time. Now, fairly older now, Sylvar's goal is too open a business for himself and to become rather powerful in the world.
Sylvar's metal boots would clank off of the creaking ship. Disgusted as ever, he was happy to be off of the boat that had brought him here. Staring towards the grandiose walls and commerce a smile grew upon his face. His head aiming towards the man who spoke, his brow rose. "The lovely city... I've come to grow my wealth and expand my business. Elevating my place in society will come soon after." Sylvar would aim his body towards the gates, nobly making his way through.
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