I am a bastard of a Wood Elf dad and a High Elf mom. We lived together in the city of Haelun' or, until I was 7 years old. I was always mistreated by the High Elf’s. Then one day the community of the high Elf’s though I was not pure enough, because I am an inbreed. So they kicked me out. I had to survive all on my own. To survive I had to steal food and money from the rich I had nothing. The only thing I was good at was stealing I had been doing it for three years. I was so good at it my fellow thief’s called me scippy, because I always skip going to jail. When I was ten I tried to steal from an old butcher. This person was unfortunately a trained man in combat and had me down in a second. I was knocked out cold. When I woke up I was in the old butchers house. He said he would adopted me and I thanked him this was an opportunity I could not miss. He trained me with a knife and I became deadly if I had a knife. One day when I came back from killing a boar (for the butcher shop) my whole village was on fire. A group of Orcs had been here and slaughtered all the villagers. Then I saw my old man lying there on the ground with ten orcs dead next to him. He told me to run as fast as I could and get to Dominion there I would be safe. This was four years ago now I am 18. I am going to join the army in and protect the poor.
