_Sheylo_

Valazaer was a young boy born unto two very lucky High Elves at the same time as his brother, Alf. He grew up in the outskirts of the city of Elvenesse, before it was destroyed by the dragon. Val, along with his brother, were enrolled in a school mostly home to the Elves, where he picked up his traits of disliking those with impurities, as his parents taught him. He was well-off in math, science, and journalism, often exceeding the expectations of the professors with long, drawn out papers, similar to that of a professionals. The pointy-eared boy often fidgeted in his chair whilst his parents rattled off about manners, their long lineage, being articulate, and the accurate way to court another high elf. (Only the fictional Gods know how much they'd love to have grandchildren!) Valazaer and his brother were sent off by his parents to different camps that better suited their needs. One for the more quiet, and one for the more rowdy of sorts. The only friend Val ever needed was his own brother, and his mother and father(known as Aerin and I'llarion). In these camps, Val bettered himself in the academics, physical activity, and even dared to sprout wishes of understanding the things around him. After the resurgence of the two brothers, after finishing their camps, they found themselves pushed on-wards, to venture on into the world. His parents wished for them to be more involved in High Elven society-possibly securing a spot in Haelun'or-in hopes that their offspring do good, as well as possibly cleansing those with the impurities, although they were urged to be patient with them otherwise.