Abducted and forced into slavery, the Drow referred to him as Shim, a
cheap piece of material used to fill an empty space. Shim's earliest
memories are being forcefully thrown in the training grounds as the children
eagerly awaited to abuse him with their weaponry. Treating wounds was
unnecessary and it was, therefore, cheaper to use a half-elven training
dummy. The captain saw himself as a visionary and authoritarian as he no
longer needed to explain training wounds to the Drow elite. From the first
steps to commencement, Shim faced his demise on the training grounds daily.
However, the young Dark Elf soldiers' graduation also became the graduation
for Shim. The Drow Queen employed an entertainer to celebrate her growing
army. This crimson bearded entertainer was known as Puk. Prior to being
escorted to perform, Puk observed a bi-racial slave struggling with his own
first aid. After the festivities were complete and unsure if the Queen
would pay or even let him leave with his life, Puk offered to forego his fee
and take the vanquished Shim as payment. Seeing that the Queen no longer
had a use for Shim, Puk figured it as a favor that would ensure they both
would continue to hold breath. Shim apprenticed under Puk for several
seasons where he learned literacy and joy. He viewed Puk as a father figure
and inherited his sharp wit and odd sense of humor. After a time, Puk could
no longer teach Shim and issued directions for him to visit the grandmaster
of Bards. Shim followed Puk's drunken instructions to arrive at the
guildhall and sing a song about drinking and panhandling. Unknowingly, the
directions led Shim to a secluded monastery. The monks were most displeased
to be interrupted from their deep meditation to an unnecessary tune. Shim
was issued proper directions to Seringale while he laughed at Puk's final
gaff. Shim soon repeated his performance and was accepted to begin training
as a Bard.
Description (commended):
This half-elven offspring doesn't appear to ever skip festivities. Rolls
of fat are present from neck to cheek, a banner of excess drinking and
appetizers. His extremely pale complexion signifies that he prefers to be
confined within walls. Taverns are likely the most frequented establishment
as he reeks of ale. Oddly, he is very well manicured with no single hair
follicle neighboring his ears. His platinum blonde hair remains perfectly
spiked to the clouds as well as tapered around the ears to form spiral
sideburns. A single speck of dirt eludes his entire frame. Even his
fingernails appear both perfectly trimmed and free from debris. Miniscule
dots of ink run rapidly across his forearms from testing the proper
application to his quill.