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(I am reapplying ? had a bit of a mix up on my first run so here we are again, I also cant seem to type much in the above boxes so I put a google docs link to my info. sorry for the inconvenience!) Este was born into a family of modest holdings in Haelun’or, the city where Tanyl was born and raised. As a young boy he shattered his leg in an unfortunate accident when he fell from a balcony. Despite the medicine and care he was able to receive his leg never fully recovered, destining him to be unable to pursue the life of marksmanship and ways of warfare many other boys his age wanted to pursue. Instead he set about learning from his mother, who taught him all she knew about the art of healing and medicine. Teaching him to brew cures for ailments and how to use seemingly simple herbs as expert pain killers. He was fascinated by this and despite the negative attention he received from his father and the rejection he faced from everyone else, he was content. That was until the day when he was out exploring on his own, see despite being crippled Tanyl had a good idea of how to sneak around places, routinely outwitting the guards and taking long strolls away from the safety of his cities walls. He stumbled upon a young boy hanging limply from a wagon, his side impaled with what seemed to be the jagged end of an orc’s dagger and his family dead around him. In an attempt to save the boy Tanyl snuck him home and did everything in his power to heal him. Putting him into a stable condition, or at least giving him time. When he was found out the boy was promptly put to death and Tanyl was punished severely. Being cast into a prison cell and left to rot. Tanyl was resigned to his fate until one day perhaps a year later, he wasn't sure, the door to his cell swung open. There stood his father, a man who had always despised and hated him. His father told him to run, that he had pulled some political strings and that is Tanyl left as of tonight and never return, he may go. He fled to Aegrothond where he learned to further his skills in the art of medicine. He then set out on his way, with a slight distaste for high Elves and a want to spread his arts far and wide. So with that Tanyl grabbed as many herbs and special ingredients he could and set off on the adventure we know him to be on today...

https://docs.google.com/document/d/151kHnsA8ESMFJ2jwmM5RuZJQPiSOFccYerdcAD3v9Vg/edit?usp=sharing (this is the link for my google doc containing my personality traits. I am having some sort of issue with the amount of characters I can put in each box, I am so sorry!) Este was born into a family of modest holdings who lived within a group of highly secretive and tucked away high elves. This group had sat out of any war or engagement fought by the rest of the world, not sending aid against Sauron or offering any aid to any other kingdom. They had a policy of total isolation and wished to keep it that way, shunning all advances of outsiders and censoring any who proposed they should share their knowledge with the world. They had a unique grasp on medicine and healing many would be envious to have. This sets up the city of Moro Anore, the city where Este was born and raised. As a young boy he shattered his leg in an unfortunate accident when he fell from a balcony. Despite the medicine and care he was able to receive his leg never fully recovered, destining him to be unable to pursue the life of marksmanship and ways of warfare many other boys his age wanted to pursue. Instead he set about learning from his mother, who taught him all she knew about the art of healing and medicine. teaching him to brew cures for ailments and how to use seemingly simple herbs as expert pain killers. He was fascinated by this and despite the negative attention he received from his father and the rejection he faced from everyone else, he was content. That was until the day when he was out exploring on his own, see despite being crippled este had a good idea of how to sneak around places, routinely outwitting the guards and taking long strolls away from the safety of his cities walls. He stumbled upon a young boy hanging limply from a wagon, his side impaled with what seemed to be the jagged end of an orc’s dagger and his family dead around him. In an attempt to save the boy Este snuck him home and did everything in his power to heal him. Putting him into a stable condition, or at least giving him time. When he was found out the boy was promptly put to death and Este was punished severely. Being cast into a prison cell and left to rot. Este was resigned to his fate until one day perhaps a year later, he wasnt sure, the door to his cell swung open. There stood his father, a man who had always despised and hated him. His father told him to run, that he had pulled some political strings and that is este left as of tonight and never return, he may go. So with that Este grabbed as many herbs and special ingredients he could and set off on the adventure we know him to be on today...