Fletcher is a wood elf hailing from the Matriarchy of Siramenor, he was born into a loving family but was instilled that he must be self sufficient from a young age. He was always the type to wonder off causing his mother to worry most nights when he would return to her covered in dirt. he never out grew his adventurous nature but as time went on and he grew older he became more timid to violent aggression, this could stem from his very confrontational father. Fletcher was definitely a mama’s boy. he was mostly self taught on his family trade of wood working where he would also branch off and tinker with broken belongings brought to his family shop. Fletcher dream is to travel around Arcas in search of a place he can settle down and build his own tinker shop and start a family. of course he is young for an elf and full of ambition but is in no real rush to settle down. Fletcher is more skilled with the bow than any other weapon but has no formal training other than the few hunting trips he would take with his father near his childhood house. Fletcher is very loyal to his friends and has a deep need to find people to share in his experiences through life.
Fletcher looks at the man and smiles “Hello sir, my name is Fletcher, what about you! I came to this city for adventure, I really want to see what the world has to offer with my own eyes! Ya Know” Fletcher blurts out excitedly. suddenly realizing he took a few steps forward he backs away embarrassed.
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