Hilduin was born into a simple village. This village was a group of
simple half breeds, better known as half-elves. As a young half-elf,
Hilduin enjoyed the lore and tales of the adventures of Thera. On his
seventh birthday, he was given an instrument to construct rhythm. He began
to love this stringed instrument, strumming it as he traveled about his
town. The town folk began to think that he was wasting his time and began
to look at him with an odd eye.
Soon, Hilduin began to play tunes and melodies that pleased even the
most skeptic town folks, putting all minds at ease. It seemed at all this
half-elf seemed to want to do was to entertain others through the beauty
of music. Soon, Hilduin also began to learn the lore of the realms through
stories. He began to infuse the tales of those around him into the music
he played.
Upon his seventeenth birth year, he began to yearn for more. His song
and his story telling began to take on a tone of melancholy. Sensing his
dull tone and glazed eyes, his parents sat him down. "Son, our village will
always be here for you, but it is time for you to understand our world."
Knowing what his parents spoke of, he knew it was time to explore the vast
world. Picking up his instrument and provisions, he ventured eastward,
towards a mammoth city. This city was known as Seringale.
Description:
A medium bodied human stands here with the grace and ears of an elf. His hair is a fine golden blonde, flowing softly behind his neck. His eyes glow with a brilliant blue, reflecting even the faintest light. His right forearm has a tattoo of a harp where as his left forearm has a tattoo of a scroll and quill. Many jars of ink, potion, and ale hang from his belt. He seems not to disturb the ground he walks on, not even bending a single blade of grass. A soft aura radiates from this half elf, giving a feeling of tranquility.
