'Biography: Silber Sterling was born of Elf blood to unknown parents, in an unknown area. Most of his life was spent going through caves looking for something to eat, somewhere to hide. For the first 15 years of his life, all he did was sit in a cold, damp, and dark cave. Sitting there with no other Human interaction cave him a pride for elves that not even another elf could understand. That said, he vowed that if he ever came across another one of his kind, he would do anything to help him, her, or them. On his 16 birthday he finally stumbled across an Elvish village. Unfortunately, to his dismay. It was burning, keeping up to his vow he tried to help all that needed it, and there were hundreds in need of it. He helped all he could, which was very many, but one house on fire, had a small newborn abandoned by its parents. Silber rushed in to save it, dodging falling lumber, and avoiding shattering glass. He reached the child, gave it a tight hug, and sprinted for the exit. As he approached the faint light of the outside village, just as he was about to reach the door. A falling support beam fell on him, he glided the baby across the floor and it reached the outside safely. He, however, was scarred, not only psychically, but mentally as well. But as reward for his feat of saving the villagers, but unfortunately loosing some, was gifted a Black-Iron helmet crafted from a mysterious ore vein found under the village from when their first ancestors started laying down the foundation. Silber vowed to him and the people of the village that he would never remove the helmet to show the sorrow of the lost villagers. As that said, many of them felt both sorrow and glee to have a shining beacon in front of them, glee indeed. Silber remained in the village for about a month afterwards, until setting back out into the wilds, as a going away gift, they crafted him a robe to wear, some food, and a statue in the town center in his honor.'
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