Riel's upbringing was practically nailed into isolation. Staying true to the traditional structure of submerged living, his family took to shelter within the caves, far from any traces of life, a cave system carved for them, them alone, not a neighbor, not another soul, it was maddening really. Making due day-by-day with whatever resources they had at their disposal. Heading out onto the surface to forage for food was not all that uncommon, truthfully it was something Riel took particular liking to. The lush warm rays of the sun were always a blessing to him, pity that his family chose to live out their life within darkened caverns where even light became scarce. The traditional foundations of the Dark Elves were practically hammered into his mind, from the wide history to the numerous taboos his parents would often remind him of. Staying true to tradition, the martial arts had been rigorously taught to him by his father despite his apparent dislike towards combative teachings. Not once had he wasted a moment to make his dislike audible, not that it mattered in the end, like it or hate it he had to continue down the path his parents had carved out for him. He made his aspiration towards the arts known, several times in fact, though his parents viewed it as useless, completely disregarding his wishes, in exchange for a traditionalist lifestyle, focusing on the martial arts alongside basic menial knowledge, enough to survive within the wilderness. His love for literature was tossed aside. Truly, there was no escape to the arduous lifestyle that was laid ahead of him. Well, there was one way. The clock struck midnight as came his eighteenth birthday. Bearing nothing more than scarce resources, a book, and the clothes on his back, he set off. Adopting a nomadic lifestyle, Riel took to wandering the lands. Having abandoned his previous life, he now threads the grounds, recording the stories of people he encounters, hoping to one day tell their tale as a poet of noteworthy reputation.
