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Vyzene was born to Trivis and Nirlene in FA 1759 in Renelia with the amount of fanfare one might expect of an elven birth, especially when the parents are approaching the end of their expected fertile years. While her childhood was outwardly fairly happy, Vyzene suffered from a tumultuous home life - her family was not particularly wealthy - as her parents argued frequently, causing her no small amount of stress. Growing up with the knowledge that your existence makes the family continuing to live a difficult task is a heavy burden for any child, though for all their fighting and lean times, her parents did their best to encourage her education and growth. As a result, hoping to avoid disappointing or placing more burdens on them, she took to her studies, chores, and early jobs with a fervor many parents would be envious of for their own children. One prominent fixture of hope and joy in her early life and well into early adulthood was a wood elf boy by the name of Celoron, who shared a fair number of her interests and served as a fascinating link to another culture (and a way to sometimes leave the house avoid family arguments, besides). The two would learn trades together, Vyzene getting into jewelry and Celoron woodworking, and would sometimes incorporate the work or knowledge of the other, and they would eventually become each others' first loves, first kiss - many firsts. While the love would not last their lives through, they remained strong, close friends, and the two would eventually leave their homes together for Amaethea and the deep woods of Dorthonion, after the migration, precipitated by a final straw. Many long years had gone by that Vyzene had bowed her head and made herself small and placating, to ease the tensions between her father and mother - through the destruction of Llyria, the downfall of Renelia, and the hardship of re-establishing themselves in Aegrothond - who had, for their parts, largely kept from openly blaming her to her face for their money problems. This was not one of those times. Why should she, a grown woman and nearly fit to move out and empty her own purse rather than theirs, keep sucking them dry? What ungrateful daughter would be so cruel? She saw the flash of anger on her father's face break into regret before she felt the hot tears down her cheeks. If she was such a burden, if they wanted her gone so badly, fine, she would go. She only returned home that night to quietly pack her things and offer her mother a final kiss on the cheek before staying the night with Celoron, who helped her hatch the plan to flee with his family to Almaris. A few days passed as Celoron's family likewise packed and said their goodbyes before making their way on the first ship to take them to the new region, Almaris. Trivis stopped them in the harbor, with an awkward minute of trying to find something, anything, to say. Finally, all he could do was clasp his daughter's hand and croak out a small apology. With an equally croaked out thank you and a kiss on her father's forehead, she promptly turned and followed Celoron's family to the ship. As fortune would have it, it was a large vessel traveling to what would become Amaethea and had just enough space for the four of them, if they had the minas or work ethic to earn their stay. It was a rough voyage, and Vyzene would be slow to adapt to the different life squarely among the wood elves, but the few years since her departure has been a sight more fruitful than under her parents' roof, though she is still not rich, and remarkably more personally peaceful.