I was born in a happy family of Dark elves who always helped those in need. My Mom would always tell me story's of the Sliver State of Haelun'or because for some reason it was always so fascinating. One day when I was 10 years old my parents helped the wrong person and we let them into our house. I became close friends with them and they would tell me storys about magic and the different kinds. Few days later I came home just to find my parents body on the floor with my friend standing over them with a knife in there hand. I ran as fast as I could away rom my house not looking back because I knew if I did I would die. I ran for what felt like days until I got to a village and hid under someone's porch. He ran by me not knowing that I stopped and hid. Another few days go by and I was starving when a lovely couple walk by and they give me their food. I followed them back to there house and I asked them to see if I could stay with them. They were hesitant t first but they aloud me to stay with them. I was 16 when I completed my guard training. I said good bye to my parents and went on my way looking for work. I was hired as a personal guard a lot but I got fired because they found someone better until I say my real parents killer. Rage just ran through me and I blacked out. the next thing I know I was standing over a body that was unrecognizable with blood everywhere. now the present day I am 23 I have been on the run ever since that day taking small jobs on the way hoping not to get caught by the guards.
