Wild Elf
Age: 125
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 139lbs
Demarus is the first born of his family Ha'Tel in the tribe Splinter-Horn.
He was never truly accepted into the tribe, his differences were too many. He was never nimble or particularity good with the bow, and his parents despised him for it. He favoured the crafts and culture of the high elves and preferred larger weapons and heavier armour(although he was bared from using it).
His parents would constantly call him stupid, uncultured and a disgrace. They beat him and scarred him. He would isolate himself from the tribe often and killing UROS(Unusual Rodents Of Size) eventually somehow finding pleasure in their pain, and how easy it was to take a life, he confronted his parents.
He barely escaped alive, but the task was done. His parents were dead, their blood feeding the forest, forever a traitor to his tribe. He ran as far away as he could eventually being attacked by a band of brigands. Demarus, in his weakened state could not withstand any injury and was captured. He was seemingly destined to be sold to slave traders.
While trudging down an unknown road, the band was attacked by Manhunters. Demarus, who had healed, escaped his shackles and killed the largest men with a blow to the back of the head with a heavy stone, killing him. He quickly took the mans bag, purse and belt and ran to the east hoping to find hope there.
Age: 125
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 139lbs
Demarus is the first born of his family Ha'Tel in the tribe Splinter-Horn.
He was never truly accepted into the tribe, his differences were too many. He was never nimble or particularity good with the bow, and his parents despised him for it. He favoured the crafts and culture of the high elves and preferred larger weapons and heavier armour(although he was bared from using it).
His parents would constantly call him stupid, uncultured and a disgrace. They beat him and scarred him. He would isolate himself from the tribe often and killing UROS(Unusual Rodents Of Size) eventually somehow finding pleasure in their pain, and how easy it was to take a life, he confronted his parents.
He barely escaped alive, but the task was done. His parents were dead, their blood feeding the forest, forever a traitor to his tribe. He ran as far away as he could eventually being attacked by a band of brigands. Demarus, in his weakened state could not withstand any injury and was captured. He was seemingly destined to be sold to slave traders.
While trudging down an unknown road, the band was attacked by Manhunters. Demarus, who had healed, escaped his shackles and killed the largest men with a blow to the back of the head with a heavy stone, killing him. He quickly took the mans bag, purse and belt and ran to the east hoping to find hope there.