Vikcro

I was born to a family of snow elves with one brother. We grew up in Fenn where I lived without a father who had died before our birth. When we were still young we would play at being Aelthos in his quest to find a cure. One of us would hide something and the other would try to find it. One day my brother was supposed to hide something. However, he didn’t come to tell me he had hid it. I went searching for him and ran into a pack of wolves. I was clawed in the face where I now bear a scar. after climbing a tree and hiding from the wolves. Soon after they grew bored and left. I quickly ran back to the safety of Fenn. Then went back with others to find my brother. We couldn’t even find his bones. After that I lived in a boring life in Fenn until I turned 50 when I decided to leave after being shunned for my “imperfect” face for years. I now live in the Kingdom of Curonia and have for around two years.