EccentricIdiot

Born in The Vale of Nevaehlen his parents favored their perfect daughter over their son. His family consisted of wood elves, being the only dark elf born into the bloodline, he was neglected, treated as a nobody. However, they still had him educated, even if it was in the privacy of their own home. Not letting him out of their home, they didn't want to sow their own son to the others. Finally, he was allowed to leave, he was in awe as he explored, and soon ran into a wood elf. He had never seen someone so beautiful before. Her long blonde hair landed gracefully to her sides and her emerald-green eyes shone in the sun, sparkling like it was a gem freshly polished. He snapped that thought to the back of his mind and helped her up, apologizing and going on his way. However, that wasn't the last time they'd meet. They found each other a few days later and had a proper conversation, and soon after that, became friends. They would find each other and talk for day on end, for years. But soon, he didn't see her, month passed, and he grew nervous. He eventually visited her home and learned that she had fallen ill. He rushed to her side and kneeled down, taking her hand in his and spoke, the two talked for what seemed like for ages. He would visit her every day, talking to her for hours on end before having to leave. Until one day, she took in her final breath and smiled, as he hugged her, a single tear forming in his eye. She passed away that night, in his embrace. He cursed the high elves for being unable to save her, he resented everyone, he cursed the mages, he hated them for being unable to keep her alive. So, one day he packed up, and ran away. He left his kingdom at the grasp of midnight and ran, he ran until his legs could no longer carry him, he fell down, sitting there on his hands and knees, he wept. He wept until he could do so no longer, which was when he remembered her dream, to travel the world, and become an adventurer, to visit the most beautiful places, and to that thought, he got up, and began to walk. He began to travel and refused to return to his kingdom, he wouldn't go back.

Born in The Vale of Nevaehlen his parents favored their perfect daughter over their son. His family consisted of wood elves, being the only dark elf born into the bloodline, he was neglected, treated as a nobody. However, they still had him educated, even if it was in the privacy of their own home. Not letting him out of their home, they didn't want to sow their own son to the others. Finally, he was allowed to leave, he was in awe as he explored, and soon ran into a wood elf. He had never seen someone so beautiful before. Her long blonde hair landed gracefully to her sides and her emerald-green eyes shone in the sun, sparkling like it was a gem freshly polished. He snapped that thought to the back of his mind and helped her up, apologizing and going on his way. However, that wasn't the last time they'd meet. They found each other a few days later and had a proper conversation, and soon after that, became friends. They would find each other and talk for day on end, for years. But soon, he didn't see her, month passed, and he grew nervous. He eventually visited her home and learned that she had fallen ill. He rushed to her side and kneeled down, taking her hand in his and spoke, the two talked for what seemed like for ages. He would visit her every day, talking to her for hours on end before having to leave. Until one day, she took in her final breath and smiled, as he hugged her, a single tear forming in his eye. She passed away that night, in his embrace. He cursed the high elves for being unable to save her, he resented everyone, he cursed the mages, he hated them for being unable to keep her alive. So, one day he packed up, and ran away. He left his kingdom at the grasp of midnight and ran, he ran until his legs could no longer carry him, he fell down, sitting there on his hands and knees, he wept. He wept until he could do so no longer, which was when he remembered her dream, to travel the world, and become an adventurer, to visit the most beautiful places, and to that thought, he got up, and began to walk. He began to travel and refused to return to his kingdom, he wouldn't go back.