Bio

Czevok was born and raised in a small village to the southwest by his mother and father. His father has always been a hardworking elf who prides himself in his work with fletchery and bowing. His mom always spends most of her time in the gardens with the village with Czevok’s 2 sisters. His older brother works with their dad at his shop with bowing. He grew up in a modest household, not rich but not fighting to survive either. There have only been the rare occasional visits from other elves to the village with the exception of a nasty visit from a lich necromancer who destroyed the good in his childhood friend by cursing him with a ring of lichdom, after tricking him to visit a cave on the outskirts of town, and forced Czevok and the other members of the village to kill him, which has forever brought extreme hatred towards the undead. Since that incident he has always been as much of a loner as possible so he doesn’t have to deal with anything like that ever again with someone he cares about. He has been trained as an archer his whole life and it runs in his blood as he likes to call it. His cousin Shaleilu trained him in the ways of the ranger as he grew up and is very close with nature and loves being the ranger she has brought him up to be. He was always raised to do the right thing but is very free spirited and does things his own way, but tries to do the right thing when it matters. He tries to keep himself away from big groups of people. Czevok has always seen children as the future and has a great respect for the elderly, but is always wary with them in case life has turned them down the wrong path. (some wizards go that way you know?) He has never been big on dwarves because of attitude from all he has met and feels giants are an abomination to the natural order. One of his dreams is to see a dragon in person because he has always been awed by the stories he has been told throughout the years. He has very little faith in magic but it is ok to be used in certain circumstances. He has always preferred the sword to the sorcery because it has always been reliable. He dislikes dictators who always seem to have a hidden agenda and anything that is an abomination to nature, especially undead beings. His key weapon is his longbow and his wolf companion Zephyr he has always felt brings him ever closer to nature. He travels far and wide in search of the necromancer who forced him to kill his friend.