Biography:

General Information:

Elvoril was born in a just and stunningly normal family. One thing that must be understood is that the Woodland Elves are a painfully proud race, and that some families partake in certain controlled breeding to ensure strong and intelligent children. It is not as common as in the High Elf population, but it still remains a "tradition" as it were. Elvoril was the result of one of these pre-arranges marriages. While he was young, he was under a steady hand to ensure he carry on the family name and trade. Although Elvoril family was not part of the higher class, it did belong to it's own "marriage circle".

Adolescent Woodland Elves are rarely seen by "outsiders", some humans speculate that due to an elf's stunning long lifeline that they mature very quickly, coming of age in a few years. At about 5, Elvoril began to wander miles around below his town high in the trees. Sometimes he would lie, looking up at the suspended bridges between the different platforms. Once he wondered why not one elf had fallen off the railess suspended bridges, when he asked his parents they laughed and explained that is against their nature.

In a Woodland Elf's teachings, certain matters are pressed; never harm the forest. The forest has a soul, and Dryads are almost a part if it. Some speculate that a forest soul is divided up between all the dryads who occupy it. As soon as a dryad die's, the forest becomes weaker. Woodland Elves are the protector of the forest, and therefore must protect the druids. To highlight issue, a fable is read to all adolescent Elves nightly... I shall share the exact highlight for the purposes it is used to help you more understand this matter.  It is paraphrased so excuse any confusion...

The following is purely fictional, just my view on some history of Norrath:

Many years ago, an influx of humans that tried colonize Faydwer put great stress on the peace between the eleven race and the humans. The Hills of Shade was the first target of the colonization. Back then the entire valley was covered with thick forest, but now was in danger of lumbering. It was hard to tell if they were harmful in intent, but it did not matter; if it took place the faydark forest would be cleared for lumber and space. 

A great elven warrior had heard from an old tale that a bow made form the lumber of a dryad’s tree will never miss it's target and will kill instantly with one shot. Of course the penalty of a perverted killing of a dryad was death. The humans began to outnumber the Elf population. High Elves sought the council of Erudite for a solution, but none came. There was no choice; a weapon must be made that was so feared that the humans would leave. When the first council from the Elven City crossed Rakthok's Ridge to issue an ultimatum to the humans, they understood the danger of the next turn of events if nothing was done. Smoke was rising from the shoreline; dozens of ships were anchored along the shoreline; camps were being laid out.

As the council arrived at the human camp tree stumps littered the landscape. All but three trees, which were instantly recognized by the elves as dryads in tree form, but the Elves arrived to late.  Around them, barbarians where attempting to chop them down. One approached swung a dazzling axe, most likely enchanted. The blade cleaved the surface and carved trough the dryads flesh. A scream pierced the air joined by two more as the barbarian took two the last two. A high elf in the council screamed and threw a jagged lightning charge into the barbarian’s heart, killing him instantly. But to no avail, the three dryads crumbled into dust, taking miles of the lush forest with them. The council fell to the ground and weeped into the dry, barren earth. The humans soon left, taking the threat of war seriously, but left their scar on the now named "Lesser Faydark forest"

It was said that once Antonica and Faydwer were once linked, but as the human population grew, the landscape became less and less forested. There is argument in this fable on whether a great high Elf wizard separated the landmasses to preserve the elf population, or if it was a continental shift. Some speculate that the elves were once human, but were isolated in the forested plains of Faydwer and adapted. However this is seriously frowned upon and is rather a strong Taboo in the elf population.

Character Background:

As Elvoril aged, he was expected by his parents to start working at the family trade. He was taught the skills of bow-smith and archery, as well as the “honor” skills of the elven ranger.

However Elvoril was not happy with these mundane skills, and being vulnerable to his family’s displeasure. The nightly story of the three dryad deaths sparked his interest in the powers of nature. Elvoril began to study destructive arts of nature, sometimes knocking down ancient trees. His parents tried to deter him, arguing that important families, and the High Elves, who had the resources and wealth, only practiced this magic. Surely to change the order of this now would be inviting the degradation of the purity and sacredness of elven magic.

Elvoril did not listen; he was driven to the high elf council for betrayal of his family wishes. This was a serious charge for a young elf, for if he were not punished, the bonds of families and the inheritance of trade would be disrupted, inviting many to go their own way and leaving behind a weakening village.  Elvoril was warned that if he did not obey leave behind this dark magic, he would be suspended from the community. He was also sentenced to serve twenty years protecting the woodlands day and night for payment to the dryads home he tastelessly harmed.

Elvoril regrets the deeds that he had committed, and now seeks to regain peace with the dryads. He now travels to Antonica, where he ultimately quests to sanctify the remaining forests for the dryads who live there. He is not obsessed with this need, but patiently travels the lands looking for the protective magic nature offers. Some may be destructive in form, but Elvoril justifies this by using them in the aid of the forests.

Elvoril is indifferent towards humans, but loathes their mass lumbering of the land. He will help and accept help among humans, but is never overjoyed to converse with them. He has a kindness for the dwarves and gnomes that share his homeland, and will always help a lost soul he happens upon in the wild…..

Other Comments:

Values passive creatures hearts more than players.