*The long dark hair of a certain elf is brushed away so she can keep reading the paper. Her eyes flashed in sadness and anger. "We were innocent.." She murmured to herself. "All of this blood and hate..." She shook her head. Those who love to hate, will always find a way.
Ortheri was born into a peaceful Tahorran tribe. Even from the beginning, Ortheri was a bit of a wild child. From the early age of six, the young wood elf would venture out into the nearby forests in search of adventure. Despite her greatest attempts, Ortheri was raised with the Tahorran tribe, an isolated tribe that doesn’t interact with outsiders. Ortheri was always a bit gifted with a bow, after all, she’d grown up hunting, boating, and spearfishing on the rivers. However, the girl was always a bit more talented with a bow than in the water. Ortheri knew very little about the outside world, for she was kept inside the small quiet tribe despite her best attempts to learn more about the outer world. The girl knew a lot about the wood elf religion, specifically Nemglan, the Eagle spirit who would be her main figure of worship. Ortheri could not contain her excitement at the chance to go travel to Siramenor. Her cousin, Laetranis is living there with a lot of other wood elves and she is ecstatic about this new opportunity.