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Kymil was born in Caurost and raised by parents who always seemed just a little too distracted. His father, Kyleese, was an archer, and his mother, Ryainn, worked as a chef. Their passions were their jobs, and spending time with their son was rarely a priority. Kymil grew up restless and curious, the kind of child who wandered off without thinking twice. While the other children stayed focused on their studies in school, Kymil struggled to sit still, often drifting away in both body and mind. One day, while trailing after a group of neighborhood kids, Kymil lost his footing on a slick patch near the water. He fell hard, striking his head against a thick tree root. It was the kind of accident people always warn children about, the kind Kymil never believed would actually happen to him. His mother had often scolded him for being careless, always warning that his clumsiness would catch up to him. This time, it did.

As the years passed, the effects of that fall became clear. Kymil began to struggle with his memory, especially with holding onto recent thoughts. He would walk into rooms and forget why he was there. Names slipped away from him moments after hearing them. Other elves noticed, and many of them teased him for it. Some thought he was strange. Others thought he was broken. Kymil himself did not understand what was wrong, only that something was. During his childhood, a traveling human named Sabith began visiting Caurost once a month. They took an interest in Kymil and offered to tutor him. Sabith did not see him as broken, but as someone dealing with something they called an illness. They taught him ways to cope, to focus, and to hold onto what he could. More than that, they treated him with a kind of care he had never really known. They told him stories of distant places, of magic, of people beyond his small world. Over time, Sabith became more than a teacher. They became the closest thing Kymil had to an actual present parent.

Then one day, Sabith stopped coming.

At first, Kymil did not understand why. His memory blurred the details, leaving him confused and searching for answers. Eventually, the rumors reached him. Sabith had died after an argument with a guard at some city gates. An archer nearby had acted without hesitation, ending their life in an instant. Kymil never fully grasped the event, only the absence it left behind. As he grew older, Sabith’s name lingered in his mind in strange ways. It slipped into his speech without meaning to, used as an exclamation whenever something startled or overwhelmed him. Blurting out things like: "Oh my Sabith!" and so on. Each time, he would pause, unsure why the word felt so familiar. It was one of the few things his memory refused to let go of, even if he could not fully remember why.

Now an adult, Kymil has chosen to leave behind the life he knew in Caurost. He travels from village to village, searching for knowledge, for magic, for anything that might help him understand what happened to him. Part of him hopes there is a way to fix his condition. Another part simply wants to prove that he was never broken to begin with. However, because of this journey, he's anxious to speak due to his fear of forgetting any and all conversations presented to him, so we wears a bold, long. . .  gray scarf, over his mouth, and his hair to cover the scar that gave him this journey to begin with.