((Share your character’s backstory! Please ensure it’s at least six sentences, written in third person, and references to the server lore, including a current realm in our map.))
If you’re stuck on what to add, consider the following:
- Your character’s family (parents, siblings, etc.)
- Where your character is from (include a real place on the map)
- What kind of environment was your character raised in
- Why your character left home
Eöl was a Sindarin elf who grew disillusioned with the bright and proud courts of other elves. He felt that their love of light and beauty hid arrogance and control beneath the surface. Seeking truth and independence, he left his people and retreated into the deep forest of Nan Elmoth. There, he lived in isolation, becoming a master smith who worked best in shadow and secrecy. Over time, his solitude hardened him, making him distrustful and possessive of what he created. Though not originally evil, his choices led him down a darker path that separated him completely from elven society.
Velrith Zauvirr Is my father and Xilrae Zauvirr is my mother.
Eoi original lived with the sindar left and now comes from Nan Elmoth.
Raised Isolated from most elven society was taught how to craft weapons and is distrust of outsiders
Eöl originally lived among the Sindar (grey elves) but chose to isolate himself in the forest of Nan Elmoth.
((How does your character respond? Please ensure your response is at least six sentences long, and uses at least two actions.))
Example: (delete this when you add your own)
"Oh, I just, uh…" The traveler stutters, tensing up. They eye the crone, then back outside the shack. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
The traveler hesitates at the threshold, letting the weight of the shack settle around them-the flicker of floating candles, the stale air thick with something older than dust. Slowly they step inside boots creaking against worn wood, and take the offered chair without breaking eye contact for long.
“I come from nowhere worth naming anymore,” they say at last, voice low, careful, like they’re testing whether the words will hold. “A place that doesn’t follow me, and one I don’t plan on returning to.”
Their gaze shifts briefly to the candles, then back to the hag, studying her in turn now that the surprise has passed. “As for what I hope to make of myself…” a faint pause, almost a breath of humor that doesn’t reach their eyes “I suppose I’m still deciding whether I become something people remember—or something they fear they ever met.”
They lean back slightly in the chair, not relaxed, but no longer resisting the moment. “But you,” they add quietly, “don’t sound like you called me here out of curiosity alone.”
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