Magna wasn't always an Orphan, a rarity between the dark Elves and they're culture. He had been in a clan like any normal dark elf, the Eisenwalds, however on a clan raid by humans all his family were killed, even they're eldest and wisest were left no choice but to be killed when they had to protect him in order for him to get away from the slaughter. Despite being orphaned he continued to be trained in swordsmanship like his other dark elf brothers and sisters at his age, though he trained in it he had read about the wizards and they're magic, he had been smitten by the wonders of the mystical energy they used and yearned for the chance to use the fantastical thing known as magic. A hundred and fifty so years pass and all he has left to remember them, his the clan, were his crest stitched to the back of his coat and his name, Magna D. Eisenwald. And his dream to learn magic hasn't died in all this time Either.
