Backstory: Born of a Dark Elf mother and father, I(Yamikumo) was raised in the isolated forest of an unknown Dark elven tribe. It wasn’t until my mother was killed by an attack from the high elves against the dark elves that I followed in my father’s footsteps.
I was only fourteen when I was assigned to be a part of the hunter division in his tribe. I was extremely close to my father, and even after my father’s death in battle against the forces of the High Elves, I still continued to help my tribe and hunt food for my people. I was happy with that life, until my tribe was once again attacked, this time by a wave of undead montsers. I was forced to leave my home behind, since everyone was dead by the time I returned from hunting.
Currently: I am seen sitting in front of a big spruce tree, sharpening my sword's blade. I sit up and start walking through the forest, in search for a new place to live.
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