Iómion, son of a Dark Elf and a Wood Elf, was naturally exiled from Ker'nor at birth on the rather unfortunate basis of being a half breed. Subsequently, his mother returned home alongside him to Laureh'lin (It is not known what become of his father though the worst is assumed. Dark Elves tend towards dark ways, funnily enough.) Being slightly too young and far too inadequate with a sword favoured Iómion well during the latter wars and thus he succeeded spectacularly in remaining intact with his head, a wonderful achievement for most, though generally frowned upon by those who believe in a concept known as 'service to your country'. Needless to say, Iómion had little in the way of loyalty to a people, though focused more on loyalty to what is good, the occasional ale included, not that this affects an elf much. Known for his quick quips and sporadic tendencies, he has an unruly habit of wandering off, generally at times considered ill conceived, foolish, or darn right dangerous. A sense of inquisitiveness towards the world and a jolly outlook upon the many aspects of life made Iómion into the foolhardy, slightly nutty mind you, elf he is today.
