Fao, Born to Wood Elves and and hidden as a child while his people were murderd at the hands of Humans. Found and Raised by passing Grey Elves in their hidden sanctuary, outcast for his being a wood elf. Discriminated and treated as a savage, made to mine coal his childhood and learing magic as a joke to see if the savage can learn. Years passed and Fao rose to master Magic and the very sciences we know as Engineering and Psychics. One to always want to see his tormentors suffer, Fao made it his personal goal to seek revenge on Humanity and all who stands in his way. Not one to pass a human settlement and burn their crops to the ground and salt the earth. Many sagas and foes past, always adventuring with his fellow mage Errol a Grey elf who he was raised with, having a rough relationship or brotherhood. Errol bears the wings of a Angel who he took by mis wording a powerful wish spell. Fao always seeking to punish the innocent grabbed the chance to take the tooth of a fallen angel which he bears in the hilt of Lufus his Sword. Forged by Dwarves deep in the Underdark in trade for a religious artifact sized from a human kingdom. Lufus holds the soul of his father who went to hell and back, The edge of Lufus has no equal nor does it's lust for innocent souls. Pain His Famiair holds just as much menacing hatred for life as his master, always out to kill or torture any moving prey he can catch. The Boots Fao wears are the skins of tailors he told to make him the finest clothes. Fao makes his clothes through magic and skill, he just likes watching shop keepers fail and then deals their payment for failure. Excerpt from Fao's story Charrio