Feanis was raised in the Princedom of Cauróst, by both of his parents - Ehierame and Fenn'iyath. Their family lived was wealthy, due to Fenn'iyath’s position as a civil servant. Since an early age, Feanis trained in swordsmanship under his father, a former soldier who believed discipline was the foundation of survival.
Yet, as in many lands, wealth ones were figures of division. Their status polarized many, and over time, that resentment turned into persecution. Feanis’ family became a target of growing hostility within their community.
One night, that hatred reached its breaking point. Ehierame was brutally murdered by an unknown assassin. The loss shattered Fenn'iyath. Unable to endure the grief and pressure any longer, he took his own life. Feanis witnessed his father’s final act - an image that would haunt him for years to come.
Left alone, Feanis found solace in the only person he had left - his closest companion, Kae'Marn, a young wood elf who lived nearby. The two spent seven years together, bound by shared hardship and a restless, troubled youth.
The little they have had collapsed once more when Kae'Marn fell gravely ill. Desperate, Feanis set out on a journey in search of a cure. But fate was unkind - by the time he returned, Kae'Marn was already gone.
With nothing left to anchor him, Feanis abandoned Cauróst. Shunned and despised by its people, he embraced a life of wandering. He became a nomad, surviving through theft - raiding convoys and preying on lone travelers.
Everthing changed when he arrived in the Kingdom of Norland.
There, Feanis encountered the Red Faith. Once a nonbeliever, the dark elf found himself drawn into its teachings. Twisted by loss and shaped by suffering, he began to see in it a reflection of his own fractured soul. Slowly, he turned away from the life of a rogue, seeking meaning beyond mere survival.
After a few years in Norland, Feanis decided to travel once more - this time not to escape, but to seek truth. He now travels in search of an answer to a single question:
Is the Red Faith truly the path he was meant to follow?
The traveller has just arrived in a small town. As they look around, their gaze is met with run down houses and shops. They duck into one of the shacks, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the small room, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town?" She begins, then pauses to study their face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a chair, “Where do you come from? What do you hope to make of yourself?”
((How does your character respond? Please ensure your response is at least six sentences long, and uses at least two actions.))
"I came from far away. I've been to Caurost, I've been to Norland. But I have got no place in this world." he says as he looks up at her, standing in the doorway.
''I've passed a farmer on my way and during our talk he told me that it felt weird for him when I approached his hut. Just like some other people who crossed this path." he said placing his old sword against the wall and sitting on the chair.
"Why do you seek for them, young Elf?" Old hag asked, pouring a hot tea into a cup.
" I seek for no one but myself, Ma'am" he replies, petting residing cat and looking at her with his hollow stare.
"Younglings like you should wait until maturity and prepare to take pleasure from fame and glory earned at battlefields. Not trying to find their real selves" says the old woman, laughing and pointing at him.
"How can a child of a soldier that experienced hatred believe in such a thing as credit gained through battles. As long as there are victors, the deafeted ones will also exist." he says crossing hands and looking at the ceiling.
"I wondered if honor meant something in this World if people like me existed and killed people like my mother. Then i suddenly realised that people of honor are slaves to it. They were creating people like me this whole time. They were corrupted. And the worst part was realising that people like me created kids that dreamt of being heroes that guard honor with their lives. We create people of honor." he admitted while his expression softening, as if begging for forgiveness
"I am sure that you'll find a place you belong to young Elf. The ones that you're seraching for went in the direction that you came from" Old woman responded to him turning to pick up the cat.
"I don't search for a place, I do search for a path I could finally stick to." he said walking out of the shack leaving his sword behind and his drink untouched.
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