not recalling my parents, family or where i was from. However i was raised by a white elf, who found me alone on a riverbed...however she had to leave her home town knowing her kin wouldnt except me as there own...
she fled and raised me outside of Atgaard, always doing whatever jobs she could in the small village to feed us both.
years pass and i find myself roaming with her, she would gather and cook, i would hunt and do mercenary work for lords who needed, not exactly legal work done. unable to learn magic or having a school to learn the arts of combat this world has to offer, ive self taught myself to use concealed daggers and other means to fight~
looking back it seems my youth was just a blurr of fighting, held together by my “mothers” loving arms. now we just roam around, travelling between inns. searching for our place in this world.
