Having been born in an 'infamous forest infested' city of Malinor, Wesmeika Jervunt wasn't any different from appearance compared to the other high elves. Distinctive platinum blonde hair, blue eyes and fair skin. Wesmeika did not have any restrictions to how far her active initiative could go. From an infant state, Wesmeika was a stubborn elf-ling. Knowledge and education were never of interest and caused her parents to gain a famine of dependence. Noticing the negligence, her grandfather M. Jervunt was to be deemed as Wesmeika's carer. He introduced her to the natural scent of tear-soaked soil and leaves- they were seductive; every sunken ridge of the trees her palm trails across, her energy would be replenished- that feeling was what made her gain an attraction to the heart of the forest; the lack of positive attention from her parents coerced her to run back to the green where the protection was given to her.
It became an unhealthy habit- she lost the will to care for herself and put her love before her. Such an undue bond could end with the smallest of snaps.
During her years of puberty and growth, the man who introduced her to the forest went to the land of peace, in other words- died. The impact of his death caused her to become spiteful, her once eternal love with mother nature started to disintegrate into an abyss- an abyss of hate. Blaming everything, her faith had been demolished. To add to her loss of a person and herself, the high elves repeatedly had to accustom to new living areas, mostly settling in unknown locations, causing an overload of stress amongst her and her relatives. Negative emotions filled her over the years- making her into the person she is known for today. Cold, monotonous and strained. Euphoria had yet to reach her.

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