[h1]Nahal Amakiir[/h1]
Age: 128 
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Appearance: Nahal is well toned from his constant walking and occasional running for his life. He has light brown hair that reaches to the middle of his back, normally in a braid and he sports blue almond shaped eyes that are typical for his family line. 

Nahal stands five foot five inches and has relied on his magical and running skills to keep himself alive. 

Clothing: Being a wizard, he wear a dark robe over his cloth pants and boots. He has his spell book and component pouch hanging from his belt. He has a choker of smooth black stones, a ring on both hands and a circlet on his head. (Still working on what spells are in his jewelry.)

Weapons: Quarter staff.

Equipment: Bedroll, spell book, spell component pouch, a small dagger for eating purposes and a coin purse with a small sum of money. 

History:
Nahal grew up in the glittering city of Meliamne, his parents were rich and he was given the best in everything. He was in want of nothing and his life was a breeze. He had everything planned from where he was going to live, who he was going to marry and how many servants he was going to have. His friends adored him and loved his money he was always flaunting.

He went through the best training for wizardry and flew through the classes partly because of his family’s influences. 

Life fell around his pointed ears the moment he was told to finish school he had to take a long internship with a wandering wizard. Nahal did everything in his power to wiggle out of it and still be considered a full fledged wizard. The school wouldn’t bend the rules for no one and his father was in the strict standing that an Amakiir did not quit. 

So, out into the world he went, finding that hunger really sucked. His shoes were not exactly road worthy and sand clung everywhere. Even in places he cared not mention. And this was only the second day, he had a whole three hundred and sixty three days of this to endure. 

As months passed he found his body being conditioned, his senses a little keener and he lost a few pounds. Mostly because he was always hungry. He used his magical abilities for more practical purposes and found most of the people in the smaller towns were more grateful than the ones with more money. 

Near the end of his time they were far away from his land of his birth, out in the sticks that led to nowhere. His mentor caught a walking pneumonia which he kept passing off as a cold and he died shortly thereafter. Nahal hadn’t paid any attention to where they were or how to get back. 

He had to resort to stealing for food when he couldn’t get people to pay for his magical services. He was thrown out, had stones thrown at him and spit on several times. He lost his cool several times during those moments and used his spells to punish them. He found himself on the run after he killed a man.