Post by LittleRock on Jul 11, 2005 17:46:05 GMT -5
Name: Damon
Age: ~40 yrs.
Gender: Male
Species: Elven
Story: I am an orphan and live with the humans, the slaves of the evil wizard. I was found inside a tree by a young woman named Seryni. She took me in and cared for me as if I was her own. When I was three years of age, in mortal years, Seryni bore a boy, Arknas, my best friend. Because of my lineage I grew slower than the other children I knew – I am 40 years old know, but look just like any 12-year-old boy in my camp. When I was in my teens Seryni bore another child, but by mother died during the birth. I felt as though I would never be whole... as if there was an emptiness in my heart. I was never the same happy fun-loving child I once was.
My baby sister also had difficulties, when she was but two years of age, she died of an unknown illness. The illness was incurable. I knew it was magic, an evil magic. More people started getting sick after those two terrible deaths of my family, many people died, the clerics could not cure the illness, nor did they know the cause. I made a vow to never let anything happen to anyone I loved again, foremost my brother. But I broke my vow, when my brother was forty, he caught it, the mild magicians in our camp could let him live for a few years, but sooner or later he would die.
That is why I am here, my name is Damon. I am traveling to the camp Defon, being an elf and the only one who could travel out of the camp, to search for Faldor, the great wizard, to cure my brother of the illness that took the lives of my loved ones.
Age: ~40 yrs.
Gender: Male
Species: Elven
Story: I am an orphan and live with the humans, the slaves of the evil wizard. I was found inside a tree by a young woman named Seryni. She took me in and cared for me as if I was her own. When I was three years of age, in mortal years, Seryni bore a boy, Arknas, my best friend. Because of my lineage I grew slower than the other children I knew – I am 40 years old know, but look just like any 12-year-old boy in my camp. When I was in my teens Seryni bore another child, but by mother died during the birth. I felt as though I would never be whole... as if there was an emptiness in my heart. I was never the same happy fun-loving child I once was.
My baby sister also had difficulties, when she was but two years of age, she died of an unknown illness. The illness was incurable. I knew it was magic, an evil magic. More people started getting sick after those two terrible deaths of my family, many people died, the clerics could not cure the illness, nor did they know the cause. I made a vow to never let anything happen to anyone I loved again, foremost my brother. But I broke my vow, when my brother was forty, he caught it, the mild magicians in our camp could let him live for a few years, but sooner or later he would die.
That is why I am here, my name is Damon. I am traveling to the camp Defon, being an elf and the only one who could travel out of the camp, to search for Faldor, the great wizard, to cure my brother of the illness that took the lives of my loved ones.