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[h1][i][color=slategray]Hatharal Zylvaris[/color][/i][/h1]
[img]http://i.imgur.com/SxLEyIZ.jpg?2[/img]

[b][color=slategray]Age:[/color][/b] 234

[b][color=slategray]Gender:[/color][/b] Male

[b][color=slategray]Race:[/color][/b] Dark Elf / Drow

[b][color=slategray]Height:[/color][/b] 6'0

[b][color=slategray]Weight:[/color][/b] 180 lbs

[b][color=slategray]Eyes:[/color][/b] Gold

[b][color=slategray]Hair:[/color][/b] Silver

[b][color=slategray]Personality:[/color][/b] 
Aloof, fearsome, hates their light skinned kin, vindictive 

[b][color=slategray]Background:[/color][/b] 
Hatharal is the son of the high priest of Ilyra and born during the great human-elf conflict. Although both parents had light skin and clear blue eyes, he was born with olive skin and strange golden eyes. To his parents, he was beautiful and they cherished him. To the rest of the elves, he was tainted. Rumors about his birth spread across the land, some speculating that his mother was raped by a human as some sort of retribution while some whispered that his mother had an illicit affair with a human behind his father's back. Despite his parents' insistence that none of those things happened (and none really did), the royal family feared the strange dark skinned boy and opted to cast him out. 

The royal decree was as follows: Hatharal was to be casted out but the high priest and his wife were to remain in Ilyra as they were important elves in the community. Both parents refused and fled to the outer edges of the forest where they tried to keep their son hidden. For several years, the small family remain hidden. To be able to stay together, his father devised a plan to cross the barrier into the human realm but before he could enact his plans, the royal guards found them. Hatharal had only been 10 years old when he was casted out of the magical barrier that protected Ilyra from the rest of the world, preventing him from ever stepping into the land he rightfully belonged in. His parents were forcibly brought back to the castle where the King was waiting, ready to pardon the couple so long as they forgot about their "tainted" son.

The young elf, lost and alone and with no one to rely on, wandered the magic-less, unfamiliar forest in the human realm, staying close to the barrier. He tried walking through the barrier he had been cast out several times but he could not cross it and ended up hurting himself. Nevertheless, he tried for several hours that eventually turned to several days until he could no longer bear the hunger and the weariness. Abandoned and hungry, he wandered off, away from the place he once knew as home.

Eventually, he stumbled upon elves with the same dark skin that he had. He was immediately taken into the small group and learned that they had all been casted out of Ilyria just like he was. He gravitated towards the oldest male in the group and came to look up to him as a father. 

The seed of hate for his light skinned kin that had been planted in his heart the moment he had been casted out of Ilyra blossomed into something massive as he grew up in the foreign land. He vowed to topple those that put such discrimination in place.
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