A Elekin Warlord trying to find his place in the world
I never knew my biological parents or what became of them after The Great Uniting War. I never knew what it truly meant to be an Elekin or of our proud heritage. For so long all I knew was that when I was approximately four years of age I was discovered outside of the City of Falling Water in a small field of mugwort. I was found by the then lord of Ankher, NAME GOES HERE, he shaped me into a machine of war. I lived, ate, and breathed, battle as a youth. My education was limited to battle tactics, my social interactions were limited to diplomats and soldiers, and my physical training was designed to one end, to be the most effective tool of death that my body would allow for. As I matured my prowess for leadership and tactics began to show through, and while NAME GOES HERE, had once intended me to be a mere solider he soon saw my potential as a general and his chief military adviser. Once the Orcs invaded our capital city, Killarney, NAME GOES HERE went from being a lowly lord to taking the title of King and declaring his territory Ankherland. He sent me round with what little of an army he had to levy heavy taxes and slay those who questioned his legitimacy. I hated this work, but it managed to shatter my illusions about NAME GOES HERE. During the Great Uniting War I led the forces of Ankherland to help break the siege on Killarney, where I became a highly decorated general; winning awards from General Kensinki himself. This led to my enlistment as a captain for General Kensinki in the Bureau of Magical Regulation; and now that I am getting my first tastes of freedom I can think of nothing else other than a way to take revenge on NAME GOES HERE.