Yexel

He is tall and slender, having typical elven qualities. Silver hair and amber eyes compensate for his rather frail looking frame. There is a mysterious quality to him, that I can't quite place, oh well no matter for he is a likeable enough being.

I can remember walking through the enormous city of Waterdeep, not more than 40 or 50 years of age, young for my race. It was night when we arrived and we should have never entered Bombard Park as it was not well lit and my parents were nothing more than merchant folk. We were attacked by thugs, and my parents were killed. I was all but finished also when a mystical bolt of energy struck the lead assailant and the rest fled into the shadows. The man whom I have only know as "Master" took me into his shadowy home, and began my training as his apprentice in the arcane arts. My life until recently has been not much more than my face in a book. My master left on a trip 6 weeks ago, and has not returned within the 2 weeks he said he would. I fear for his safety and must venture out into the world and find him. Thus begins my adventures...