Vaeryn Arayra was born somewhere around the Viridian Enclave. He was a pure blooded dark elf born and raised around the common folks. His parents ran a small business funded by a powerful dark elven house until everything went south when they went into a heavy financial decline.
His early teens weren’t always sunshine and rainbows, at the age of five he got sold to an orphanage, he was deeply hurt by this decision as he didn’t even know why all of this was unfolding before him. His last conversation with his mother was a core memory to him, remembering fragments of their conversation from time to time. Constant reassurance that they would come back for him one day kept replaying in his mind until he slowly forgot their faces. Their voices kept getting more blurry over time, only words lingered in his mind.
The orphanage was pretty pristine from the outside but within those walls it was completely neglected by the caretakers, the other kids never paid attention to it as they were pretty autonomous and used to this environment. Vaeryn had a hard time socializing with his peers, knowing that deep down he doesn’t view them as equals, after all he still thought that his parents were going to come back for him. After a few years of isolation he began to think what the world on the outside would look like, the faces of his loved ones completely vanished from his memory, leaving him with a longing feeling of warmth.
One day, the little dark elf ran away, leaving his past behind, wandering through busy streets.
Surviving by himself wasn’t as easy as he thought, he had to learn the value of caution and self reliance, only relying on his own wit and strengths he picked up from the other urchins.
He attempted to take honest labour but when that wasn’t an option he resorted to thievery, doing anything just to survive one more day. His hands were very quick, his feet nimble and careful as he taught himself to become invisible among crowds and busy streets.
The supplies he would obtain from his thievery would often be shared with others he deemed in need, despite years of loneliness he still had morals and sympathy for people.
As years passed, the resentment from his abandonment only grew even more, everyday he visited the orphanage in secret, in hopes that one day they would actually return, but they never did. Deep down he knew that he still longed for a family, but he decided to just suppress these feelings that he labeled as “weakness”. At the age of ten, Vaeryn Arayra sets out on a journey around the Viridian Enclave, in hopes of finding a new purpose of his own.
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?”
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An ambiguous hooded man was walking around the streets of a small town, each step he took was as frail as a veil, not dragging attention of the passersby, his arms were hidden underneath his dark robes making it impossible to read his intentions. As he wandered through the houses and shops he suddenly came to a stop. A small run down shack caught his eye, beginning to make his way towards the entrance.
The sound of an old door creaking could be heard, the hooded man was standing there for a few, looking like he was analyzing the person inside the room. An old hag was sitting there, pestering him with questions, with no other options he calmly walked towards her table, taking the offered seat before him. “You’ve been expecting me, you say? What’s with the sudden familiarity? I don’t recall meeting anyone like you before.” His tone sounded confident yet it had a lingering doubt. “I don’t usually reveal my intentions, especially to a stranger I’ve just met seconds ago.” With a swift yet calm manner, he pushed back his hood. The series of suspending little candles lit the individual, his ash blue tinted dark hair and deep blue eyes were captivated by the small light, his dark greyish skin and fairly long ears made it obvious where the individual came from “So.. Why do you really want to know about my story? It’s not like you have anything to gain, if this is fortune reading then I’ll pass on this. It's not my typical style” A small sigh escaped his lips “Though if you do insist on hearing something, then I’ll tell you this. I am simply a traveler with no purpose or destination” He placed his right arm on the table, the left one supporting his resting cheek. Silence filled the room for a few seconds, none of them spoke as their gazes met each other, searching for any ill intentions. For a few moments he hesitated “I cannot read you at all” Slight confusion filled his eyes until the dark elf realized that she truly had no ill intentions.
“Sorry, this is the first time something like this has happened to me.” His expression began to slightly soften, a small crescent moon began appearing within his lips before a brief silence took over the room. All of a sudden the dark elf started chuckling. He was caught off guard by the interest she took in him, for the first time he didn’t feel like he was being manipulated. She was just a person who wanted to have a genuine conversation one to one. He stood up, placing a few minas on the table before walking towards the exit. As he opened the worn door, light spiraled through once more, the individual froze for a moment as he turned towards the old hag “You know, you actually made my day, I know you wanted to have a longer conversation but I do have some place to go. Anyway my name's Vaeryn, Vaeryn Arayra.. As for my intentions and ambitions, well It’s really nothing grand, you could just say that I’m in search of a place where I truly belong. But I’m sure you already know about that, if you truly did expect my arrival. See you around, old hag” His arm escaped the robe once more, raising it as a sign of farewell before the door came completely shut, blending the presence of the dark elf within the small town.
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