Role

Chapter 1

Several centuries ago, a youngling wood-elf was found,
lying alone and naked within the soft foliage
of the Holy Grove by several inhabitant druids.
The child elf was unscaved in any way, sleeping
sound as the harmony of his surroundings. Without
explaination or hesitation, the local territories high
Druid allowed him to be taken into their tribe.
Raising Psyrel, to see the world with the eyes of
a beast, letting his spirit guide his actions and desires.
Long preached of the dangers that are amongst the
world, in hopes that this motherless child would find
peace, in his tune to the wilds, and preserving all that is.

When Psyrel was nearly to adulthood, his hunting skills
and music skills from deep study had become strong enough
as to where he was able to be independant and roam
the plains without supervision or protection.
Now, Psyrel was never one to socialize, or make a
large amount of friends. Never knowing his true
birth history, and being wood-elf amongst a world
where nearly every horizon there are city folk within sights,
he was a very hermitted and bitter person towards
most outsiders of the holy grove. Quick impulse to spout
a smart remark, or lie to his benefit. Those few whom have role + befriended him generally have a large amount of patience.

Lacking as he was in his social skills and manners, his singing
voice was a gem in the briars, clear as crystal, and convincing
melodies that would drift any listener off, hearing them.
Using his abilities, he joined with the rebels of the Refuge,
a group of Outlanders who also seek out to destroy what
has come to lessen the groves territories, the civilised that
clear way lands of his homelands, to build buildings and
cities.