Kyro grew up in Irrinor, a common place for Wood Elves. As a child, all he could remember was playing hide and seek with his sister in the woods and resting on soft grass that tickled at his feet. Once he was old enough he was sent to a local school. As he started to become a teenager, he strayed further way from his family and became more attached to the forest, spending almost all of his time after classes listening to birds chirping and rivers flowing. The sound of the forest calmed him down, made him think and pent out his frustrations. It became a coping mechanism for him. Never really paying attention to the arguments and wars between the races, he’d never bothered with any of them, wasting his time with his mind clouded with thoughts and ideas. Kyro was never one to pick up weaponry or fighting, he knew a tad bit for the sole purpose of protection but he’d preferred reading and expanding his current knowledge. Both his parents, Lucinda and Kris were happy with what he considered important and left it at that, focusing more on his little sister Kyshi. Due to his unsocial ways, he never really became familiar with anyone and made close friends aside from a few friends he had picked up in school. And even now at twenty-three, he still remains the same of Kyro he was in his teenager days just a few centimeters tall.
