Zekael was born into a wood elf village. Over time, his family became something like traveling elves. However, during an orc raid Zekael's family were killed while he was just 15. Zekael's dreams are still haunted with the sound of screaming and he now seeks a new adventure. In pursuit of elves, he returned to his original village where he there lived out the rest of his childhood. He was taught many things, like how to appreciate nature because of it's beauty and power. He also worked for several human cities. Without the stomach to become a great warrior, Zekael trains in hope of someday avenging his family and spreading justice throughout the world. In search of a new family, Zekael plans to travel to Elvenesse, in search of more wood elves like him.
Zekael stepped off a boat and gripped a nearby mast. He did not enjoy sailing. He would be happy to appreciate nature anywhere but on the sea. Zekael's tipped ear flicked as he turned his head to look at the gentleman who addressed him. "A little bit of this, and a little bit of that, good sir." Zekael said formally, tipping his head in the man's direction. He stared out at the city. So many people, so many chances, so many opportunities. Yes, this would suite him well. His dark eyes flickered back to the man. "Tell me, where can I find the nearest bakery?"
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