Wolf_Redbatt

Like many things, Ilrune was born from passion. The passion of a human woman, and a high elven man, an unlikely pair producing an equally unlikely offspring, a halfbreed. Unfortunately for the young one, the couple shared none of their love for each other, only caring for the boy out of begrudging responsibility, though neither would say it to their significant other, or the boy himself. But still, love was lacking in the young boys life. They had to move south, to Sutica, a place both renowned for its inclusivity, and crime. Streaks of blood plagued Illrunes life as he was witness to crime after crime, mindless violence by guards and citizens alike. He was harassed for his mixed heritage, and at home he found no reprieve with a father who eventually left, and a mother who didn’t care if he lived or died.So like any child down on his luck, he turned to the only thing that seemed a constant in his life: Crime. First it was minor, stealing a piece of bread from an inattentive shopkeep, maybe whisking a package in the mail awayfrom its rightful owner. But as he grew older, he grew bolder. Pickpocketing was quite fun for him, and so was mugging. There was an adrenaline rush to it, a feeling of joy he didn’t get anywhere else. But he was not invincible. Nothing proved that better than when he tried pickpocketing the daughter of the guard. With a vengeance, that guard hunted him down and made sure he got the worst punishment one could get for such theft. Mutilation. The guard’s daughter chose Ilrunes ears, clipping them short and stubby.The humiliation destroyed Ilrune, who decided Sutica has lost its luster, and went back to his uncaring mother to pack his things and depart. She made no effort to stop the now young man, who left, perhaps finding something better out there, elsewhere in Arcas. He became more political in nature, discovering texts and eventually developing a strong distaste towards both the power structure of Arcas, and the racial compartmentalization they all enforced. So he found a new purpose, a better one. To help heal the long scars of racism, of slavery and discrimination. One action at a time. If he could save only one life by doing it, it would be worth all the blood sweat and tears he himself went through. He met a druidic priest and started traveling with the priest towards Fenn, more accuretly the capital of Fenn: Tahu'lareh. Along the journey, Ilrune grew closer with the priest, they were very different people, the priest a wanderer, pilgrim of faith. Ilrune but an outcast in a city of outcasts.... but they had a stron friendship between them. One day the priest grew ill, from toxic mushrooms. He died from sickness, wich devasteted Ilrune, his only friend in life taken away just like that. He made a grave for the priest and continiued on his journey after saying his final goodbye.