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All the way in the middle of Haelun'or's bustling capitol, a dark elf and her farfolk husband eagerly awaited their newest member of their family. The mother- a brilliant and arrogant dark elf- knew this was going to be her only child and had to do everything in her power to make them happy. She proposed a parenting tactic, that soon became an edict for the both of them, to never let their generational expectations of their ancestors to weigh down their child. And they kept this promise for a wonderful 7 years for their bouncing baby boy. That was until the lady of the house disappeared in the dark of the night- and hasn't been found since. The farfolk father maddened by his wife's sudden disappearance ripped his promise in half. And for the next 15 years, he pushed the unrealistic expectations of his ancestors onto his son. Throughout these years, Durnin learned to sword fight, speak common, dwarven, ancient elven and Arabic, and high elven etiquette. When he finally turned 22, the start of the Second Age, he took the chance to flee to Almaris. In this new continent, he began to regularly bleach his hair- in a fleeting effort to maybe connect to his lost mother.

Durnin comes from a dark elf mother- and a farfolk father. His mother was also arrogant, but also kind and loving to everyone she came across. His father- with his mother- had a generous hand and word that charmed anyone. And these two were madly in love with each other. In fact- when they met they described it as a fated match. So when they were wed, they quickly set to building a home suited for a new family they hoped to make- which they did. Around the 4th year if marriage, they produced their bouncing baby boy that they hoped to love and cherish for all their lives. They kept this promise for a joyful and prosperous 7 years. And that's when tragedy found it's place in their happy home- causing the lady of the home to go missing. This caused Durnin's father to go from warm and loving- to demanding and apathetic to his son. Durnin was young and had no way of knowing what was going on. His home went from a happy place of rest to a building that crawled with creatures of hate. Durnin always held his mother's memories closest- trying to keep her alive in his own way- to be like her the best he could. But as Durnin grew, he slowly became more cold, and pushed away any future friend.