This little elf was born in a burning village, during one of the many raids during conclaves early years, of and his mother died upon giving birth to him. He was raised by an old friendly man who showed him the ways of scavenging and battling. During Jasper’s sixteenth year of life, the old man died, leaving jasper to fend for himself. He soon found his father, who was human(this is why he isn’t the suggested age, because he ages like a human) and had a battle, for neither knew each other but both seemed a threat.
Sorry if this makes hardly any sense, I just really wanted to play and came up with the backstory haha-
You’ve just stepped off of the boat in the port of a massive and fortified city. Before you lies a sprawling bazaar, with numerous shops, stalls, and seated traders selling wares to folk of all walks of life. Just as you’re about to continue walking onwards, into the market, you’re approached by a well-dressed gentleman who looks upon you with a big smile. “Welcome!” He began. “What brings you to this lovely city? Adventure? Wealth? Or some grand aspirations to elevate your place in society?”
Jasper tilted his head to the man and put a hand on the hilt of his sheathed blade, his expression showing confusion and he responded with his usual voice ‘ ‘Adventure. I have no need for wealth. It’s a pleasure to meet you then, kind sir’ ‘
Jasper held his left hand out to shake this man’s hand in greetings.

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