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Ënari, the Wood Elf whom everyone gawked at, whom everyone stared and laughed at, oh not because she was different and had white hair. Oh no, not that.  But it seems you all need some backstory.

I was 14 at the time, still very young for an elf, when my Father, came home late one night. My Mother walked up to him and kissed him on the cheek and clucked about the things that I had done today, while I hid in one of the branches of our home. He was fast about, pulled the thing from his pocket and jumped up on my Mother like some feral beast. It burned through her skin and melted away her life like dew when the sun comes out. She screamed and I was instantly moving, running through the leaves and vines, crawling and scraping to get away. I later realized that that plant my Father used was a Jokers Slum, and he had used it incorrectly. For he killed my Mother, and that plant is used for disfigurement. My Father was a Dark Elf, all the people of Druids Grove feared his presence but had to put up with him for my Mothers sake, for she loved him, and I guess he had loved her. At least before the Shade took over.That night I remember my Father chasing me, laughing, saying he would get me, I somehow made it through the woods that night to a women that lived in the woods. She hid and Father passed by, unnoticed.

Since then I have since lived in fear of the woods at night, fearing he will come for me again. That is why I took up archery, which is against the Wood Elves belief but my fear of the dark spurs me to action.

But anyway, that's just my childhood. Since then I've lived with that old women in the cottage till I was old enough to venture out. I left for the Dominion of Malin, to find out what I wanted to do with my life, since then I have thought long and hard about it and decided that to be a Druid, in honor of my Mother, was my task.

To heal those who need it.

My Mother was a Wood Elf, and that is why I wasn't to be like her, for I love more than anything and miss her dearly, but sometimes I feel like I can hear her voice, guiding me. 

I know for sure that my Mother loved my Father. They met at in the woods on a clear day, and fell in love after only minutes talking, it took a very long time to conceive me apparently. Since the Wood Elves and Dark Elves are close, it wasn't hard to accept my Father, but he became caustic with age and eventually abusive despite the Dark Elves view on family. My Mother was beautiful. Dark brown hair, rich green eyes and dark brown skin. My Father was handsome with gray skin, golden jewels and violet eyes. It would be a lie to say I wasn't pretty with my white hair which I got from my Father and my dark skin from my mother. But my most stunning aspect would be my turquoise eyes. 

I love the woods and love animals, which is why I love my Mother so.