Without a family to ever care for him, my character struggles to identify truly what love and nurturing is. Taken in at birth by a family who was unable to bear children of their own, he looked for other ways to find enjoyment and meaning in life. Despite all the good thats been shown to him by his elven neighbours, he never thought that they understood him as a person. As he got older and wiser, he started to realize that his people were incredibly naive to the world around them, unable to change with the times that saw them by. Unsatisfied with not even worth the name of elf by the other elven kingdoms due to his family history (intermingling) he started to dissasociate. With no friends to speak of, isolation set in. In the deepest pits of his life, he found comfort in reading the history of not only his people, but other civilizations across the lands. He’s come in tune to what he believes is a bloody doom that awaits his people and others if their ways do not change. Trying to piece together what the Warhawkes once believed in, he follows the cookie crumbs wherever it takes him for new info. He travels the world searching for answers, reaching out to those who may believe him to attempt to bring change to his people.
Crazy?
yes.
Nutjob?
yes.
but he will never quit his mission. In his own words
“I am who I am regardless of your opinion”
