Inudu, a dark elf from a long forgotten kingdom, has arrived here to start a new life- one where nobody knows who he is, a place where his past can't haunt him, where he can make up said past by doing the right thing- but doing it his way. His past- as with most drukarhii- is obscured in mystery, for although many know *of* dark elves, next to none know *about* dark elves, making him an enigma- a stranger in a strange land- exactly what Inudu wants to be.
Exactly what he needs to be.
In reality, Inudu originally hails from the now long-dead Princedom of Fenn, where he served as a soldier- and a very good one. Growing up under his father's rigorous and Imperialistic household, Inudu knew without a doubt that every fibre of his being was destined to expand the borders of Fenn.
Unfortunately, this purpose was not to be, for natural disasters, outsider influence, and ADMIN INTERVENTION , the Princedom of Fenn collapsed, leaving many dark elves without a home or cause.
Inudu, however, knew what he was going to do- become a mercenary.
It would become not only his greatest achievement, but also his biggest regret in the years to come.
He slaughtered, Pillaged, Murdered, Stole, and burned his way across Arcas alongside several nefarious individuals for several years, until, after a particularly vicious night of slaughtering, Inudu finally came to his senses.
He realized what he was.
He realized he was a monster.
Now, with a clear mind and a set goal, Inudu is ready to redeem himself. Whether that is by residing with the monks, joining with the knights, or becoming a vigilante, protecting those who can't help themselves, he will achieve his mission.
The elf- cloaked in a large, heavy set of robes and the protruding hilt of a sword, turns to look at the man.
"What I do here is my business and my business alone... but if you must know, I've come here to start a new life."
"Perfectly understandable my fine sir, you will find..." As the man continued to talk, the elf looks around, his grim, silent visage peering around the bazaar before walking off, leaving the man to stutter into silence behind him.
'Well good luck making this one talk,' The man thought, watching the rapidly receding back of the elf fade into the bustling obscurity of the crowd with steady, purposeful steps.
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