Elizaveta Rosevale was born in a small part of Irrinor inhabited primarily by wood elves in 1722. She was like the others, having unique traits yet just being a regular wood elf. You could call her the ‘average person’; this kept up until she learned the skill of ‘trickery’ or ‘pranks’. She would entertain both herself and her colleagues with jokes – at any opportunity possible she would be cracking something mischevious. ‘Vettie’ later learned to limit this and kept herself calmer and collected as she grew up. By 15, she was as regular as anyone, however – something wasn’t enough to her. She yearned to explore the world a little more – to go outside of the ‘box’. She was dying of curiosity to know what was out there. However, she was too shy to speak up and actually do anything. Only at age 18 did she consult her parents about it. Naturally, they did not agree with this – letting her go out and possibly be in danger – all on her own. Elizaveta never liked being in the wrong – she was convinced that she had the right idea here and would do anything to make it come true. She fought with her parents, becoming very argumentative and eventually, on her 22nd birthday – decided to move away.
I’d smile back and gaze around, my eyes finally settling on the man. “Oh- Why, thank you!”. I would inspect his clothing and body language, coming to the conclusion that he is a polite being. “Adventure – Yes, I suppose an adventure would be the best way to put it..” I say as I’d tilt my head, thinking as I spoke.
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