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A character background story for a D&D character I used here.

In a medium sized village by the name of Eredar, I (Jeena Hyuga) was born into a rather poor family. My father, Fidarato Hyuga, was a very experienced craftsman. He made a living crafting anything he could manage to make money off of. From clothes to furniture, he was a very talented individual. My mother, Aredhel Hyuga, wasn't as gifted and had only one skill I was known for, her cooking abilities. I could cook anything from a small snack to a banquet fit for a king. Together we all lived in a small hut in the less exquisite part of the village, which was more or less the slum of Eredar. I wasn't privileged enough to go to school so for the most part I would stay with my mother at home and attempted to learn the tricks of my mother's cooking abilities. I soon learned that it was a futile attempt and quickly abandoned the idea of following in my mother's footsteps and soon sought out new skills that would help me in life.

Being the major source of income for the family Fidarato would sometimes spend several nights at a time at his shop (Hyuga Crafts) in order to complete his products for his customers. When I became old enough, it became commonplace for me to pay him a visit during the day and make an exchange with him, the wages he earned that day for a fresh cooked meal from his wife. I would then stop at the market on my way home and pick up a number of items my mother requested including food for us. One day when I was on my way to my father's shop I spotted an elven boy I had never seen before but for some reason caught my eye. I noticed he looked lost and confused so I started to walk towards him when he turned and ran into an alley. I stopped for a minute to ponder what I just witnessed and blew it off and returned on my way to my father's shop.

I arrived shortly after and before entering I heard yelling coming from within. I went to the window to see what was going on and as I did I saw a handful of town guards inside and one of them smashing a wooden chair, that my father had spent the day working on, with his closed fist. This made me jump and almost scream in fear. I quickly calmed down and again went to the window, when a massive armored body stood in front of it. I almost yelped in fear but quickly controlled myself when I noticed the guard had his back to the window. I quickly ran down the side alley and climbed some crates in order to see into the smaller window located there. I couldn't hear what they were discussing but I sat and watched the men circle my father, apparently questioning him about something of importance, for what seemed like hours.

A loud noise sounded behind me in the alley, creaking planks of wood. I turned to see what it was but saw nothing. I turned back to watch the situation inside the shop and heard another sound, this time closer. I darted my eyes in the direction and again could see nothing. The sounds stopped and I refocused to what was going on inside, my father appeared to be cooperating but the questions kept coming. As I watched and waited night grew closer and closer. The sky started to become darker and darker. The guards remained well after the streets cleared from the normal crowd who populated it during the day. This made me feel uneasy and decided to stay the night with my father when the guards left. I heard what seemed like footsteps and when I turned to the direction I saw the elven boy I noticed earlier walking towards my, with the same look of confusion on his face. I still felt uneasy being outside this late but felt a little more relaxed when he broke a smile on his face. I hopped off the crates quietly and waved at the oncoming boy. As I did a hand came from behind and covered my mouth and another grabbed my hand. I tried to scream but as I did the hand over my mouth slipped a small pill into my mouth and as quickly as it hit my tongue my eyes became heavy and my vision blurry. All I could make out was the elven boy struggling with more dark hands and then darkness.

I awoke in a small dark room. There were apparently no windows or any light source. I couldn't see anything. I quickly started to feel around only to find a warm liquid on the floor and that the room was about the size of a closet. I couldn't find anything that resembled a door. I started to panic and screamed at the top of my lungs. It echoed throughout the room and I grabbed my ears in pain. I quickly learned screaming wouldn't help my in my situation. I sat in the room and began to cry. Long after my tear ducts dried up and I couldn't cry anymore I heard a noise, it sounded like a lock being opened. Above me I saw a square outline of light and then a trapdoor above my opened. The light burned for a moment and as I put my arm up to block the blinding brightness a hand grabbed it and pulled my out. I looked around franticly looking for a familiar face but saw none. Only a dozen or so masked faced that stared at me intently.

One stepped forward and removed their mask. It appeared to be an adult human female. She looked at me and pointed to the elven boy who I just noticed was tied to a chair. "How do you know him?" she asked in Elven. I shook my head but couldn't manage to speak. The expression on the lady's face quickly turned to anger and she asked again this time flinging her arm towards the boy and as quickly as she flung it, a dagger appeared next to the boy's head. I wanted to scream but all I could manage was: "No, please, no." in common. As the lady heard that she retracted her arm and smiled. Again she flung her arm with lightning speed and another dagger appeared next to the boy's head this time cutting his cheek. I saw the blood began to drip from the fresh cut and tears filled my eyes. I then pleaded, "Please don't, I've never met him before but please don't hurt him." The lady's face looked puzzled for a moment. She then asked, "Are you not his friend? Do you not have the amulet he requires?" finally speaking in common. I became as confused as the boy had seemed earlier. Then a noise came from the boy. Everybody in the room turned and looked at the boy. The cut on his cheek began to glow and as quickly as it was made it was healed. "She knows nothing, you have all been fooled" the boy said in common. As he said that he mumbled a few words and as he finished a ball of light erupted from his left shoe. The ball barely missed it's intended target, the lady, but struck the masked figure behind her launching it to the wall and then it laid on the floor still. I looked at the boy and then his left shoe, which the front was blown clear off, and noticed a ring on one of his toes. Had that been the source of the magical ball? I looked back towards the lady and noticed her figure shimmer a bit, as she stood back up I noticed she was no longer a human lady, but an elven male. "Your magic was dispelled!" one of the masked figures yelled. The unmasked elf tried quickly to cover up his face with the mask but when he went to grab his mask he noticed it was to burnt to be of use. He quickly ripped his shirt and wrapped it around his head but it was to late. I saw the man's face and refused to forget it.

"Why didn't you search the boy better!" one man shouted. Again the boy shot another ball of light but the figures easily dodged it. A handful of the men ran towards the boy with daggers drawn. "It was you who was foolish to try and fool us!" one man said ready to slash at the still tied up boy. Before the men got close enough 4 of the 5 men fell to the ground silently. The fifth cried out in pain as he tried to dislodge a dagger that found it's way to his shoulder. "Bloody hell, missed!" a soft voice said, but the source was unknown to myself. With that the remaining figures drew their daggers and the elven male and another figure quickly moved behind the rest. "Sedabay!" the elven male shouted as he and the other figure disappeared before my eyes. The rest of the figures dashed towards the boy and I, with daggers drawn and ready to strike. As they closed in each swerved, flipped, and rolled towards their targets. With each move a dagger would appear in the ground where the figure was just standing. "Bloody hell, going to make us stand up?" the soft voice said. And in a blink of an eye 2 people were standing in front of me. I jumped in fear not knowing who or where they came from. The noise of the advancing figures ceased and the room was silent and motionless.

I turned around and in front of me I saw 2 figures dressed in all black except a deep red symbol on their chests. They were both facing me and appeared to be bowing with their arms extending behind them. I looked passed them and saw the 4 assailants each with both arms extended above their heads and daggers in each hand. All 4 pairs of eyes had the same look, a look I will soon learn to recognize, the look of complete, impeccable, fear. As I looked closer I noticed the 2 figures had placed a dagger into the chests of each attacker, all 4 of their bodies appeared to be frozen with fear, but after the 2 figures removed their daggers I had noticed each dagger was glowing a bright, icy, blue. The blood quickly dripped off the blades and the daggers looked like new. One figure held up one of the blades as to examine it, the 2 figures were aware that my fixation on the icy blue blade was unbreakable. As I looked at the blade I saw what looked like wind start to circle the blade. The figure blew on the blade and the air around it headed towards me, the icy chill struck my face and as I shivered uncontrollably I heard the figures laugh to themselves. As my daze wore off I remembered what had just happened, then I remembered the boy. I looked over in fear that his attackers had already finished him off, but to my surprised I saw him standing up and shaking the newly cut ropes away. I saw another dark figure standing between him and the group of people who were charging him; they also seemed frozen in place. I looked closer and recognized each had an arrow lodged directly in the center of their throats, and the arrows had the same air circling the tail feathers that the dagger had around the blade.

The boy quickly replaced his left shoe and began speaking with the person who stood in front of him. The 2 figures in front of me sheathed their daggers and one started to approach me with hands raised to show they were unarmed. Adrenaline was flowing through every inch of my body. I was scared, confused, and unable to think. I did the only thing I could and ran as fast as I could. I didn't know whom these people were or if they wanted to hurt me or not. I was still trying to comprehend what had happened just now. I feared I couldn't escape if I wanted to, but I made it to the door, opened it, and slammed it shut behind me. As I ran I never heard the door re-open but didn't want to stop until I made it home. I ran for many blocks before realizing I had no idea where I was. I hadn't recognized the immediate area. I didn't know where home was. I became even more frightened but couldn't continue running. I had to find out which way I had to run first. I saw a man standing on the street corner under a lantern. At this point I didn't know what else to do, I approached the man to ask for directions. As I got closer it hit me like a ton of bricks, the smell entered my nostrils and I almost fell over. This man wreaked of liquor, probably spent the day drinking at the tavern he stood in front of. So much so that he had either passed out leaning against the wall or they had brought him outside when the tavern closed and posted him up there. As I saw this I turned to walk away, no sense bothering him since he probably would be more trouble than help. As I started to turn and walk away I noticed a small group of men behind me, their smell overpowering the passed out drunkard's. They were awake though, and heading towards me. One still drinking from a bottle as he pointed towards me. They all laughed and smiled as they picked up pace towards me.

I started to backup but as I did I heard "She's mine, I found her first, me new girlfriend!" from behind. The drunk had awaken and stumbled my way. I felt his hand grab my arm and I froze in fear. I didn't know what to do, I didn't want to be hurt, and I didn't want to die. As he grabbed my arm I noticed his grip was weaker than I had first thought, this guy was entirely to drunk to be much of a threat, but as soon as my heart slowed down from this realization I heard the group behind me, only a matter of feet away now. I struggled and quickly got free, but I fell backwards and landed on my ass. I looked back and noticed the men were seconds from being on top of me.

"She's ours! Leave old man before you get more than you can deal with!" one of the men exclaimed. "You be the ones who'd better leave!" the solo drunk shouted. As he did he pulled out a sword from a behind him. "Look boys, we get to fight tonight after all, and afterwards we get to take this girlie to bed, bless the gods!" said the drunk with the bottle. The group all take out their weapons with smiles on their faces, various swords and clubs proceed to wave in the air in excitement. I crawl to the closest wall and put my back to it. I watch the group get closer and closer to the solo drunk who was still leaning against the wall. One runs up to the man and goes to bash his head in with the club, but as soon as he gets up to the street curb he trips and falls face first into his own club. He cries out in anger and the solo drunk plunges his sword into the fallen man. The man stops moving and falls motionless to the ground. As he does another drunk rushes in with a sword and swipes at the single man. He misses and when the man goes to swing back he loses grip of his sword and falls backwards hitting his head on the wall. He grabs his head and yells out in pain. The attacking drunk tries to hit him numerous times with his sword but keeps missing, he's apparently not able to see straight. I look over to the group and they put their weapons away and are pleased to see the man on the ground. They advance towards me with lust-filled eyes.

As they near me I stand up and take a few steps away from the wall. "These guys are drunk, I can out maneuver them, slip by them and run, no problem", I think to myself. As I am about to run I feel something rub the middle of my back, I feared that one of the drunks got behind me somehow, but there's no room between the brick wall and me. "Must have been the wind, I'm losing it, I'm going to die here", I say to myself. The small group is almost within arms reach of me, my mind goes blank, I'm to scared to panic, I'm to scared to move. I feel a sensation rush over my body like I've never felt before; it must be the feeling of death's cold breath down my back.

I realize quickly that my back feels like ice. I reach around and feel the handle of a dagger sticking out of my pants. "How??" I say to myself. I feel one of the men grab my arm, "Oh know, I wasn't pay attention and now I'm dead because of it." As the grip tightens I feel like I'm blacking out, but I'm still standing, and the advancing group is moving extremely slow, almost still. I quickly fall over in the direction of arm that grapples me, as I fall I reverse the hold grabbing his arm with the same arm he had previously been gripping. I duck under the arm and pull it with me, in a matter of seconds I'm behind the group of drunks with the man's arm behind his own back and they group is still looking forward. I use my free arm to grab the handle of the dagger and unsheathe it. As I pull it out I can see the ice blue blade and feel the coldness. Without thinking I use the dagger and make a cut into the arm that I have a hold of. As I do I feel the arm turn to ice in my hands, I let go and look at the rest of the group. There are 3 left and they still haven't moved yet. I quickly slice at each of the backs I face until I'm sure I connected with each. As I do the sensation I was feeling was gone and as soon as I feel normal the dagger is also gone. I look up to see the 4 drunks frozen in place. The other 2 are still battling amongst themselves and I slip away before they notice me or the other 4. I run back to the building I was originally trying to get away from, I can't remember which one it was, or which direction it was in. I feel lost and hopeless once again as tears form in my eyes.