My life started out simple enough. I was born of a Wood Elf woman who had the misfortune to fall in love with a Human from Freeport. Her shame of carrying a half breed child made her seek a place that wouldn't judge her: Surefall Glades. I was told that she died giving birth to me and as they never knew her name, the Ranger Guild of Surefall Glades who raised me had no name to tell me. They named me Khelzor and gave me no surname. I was raised and trained as a Ranger and mostly kept to myself.

A few years ago I decided that the solitary life was not the life for me so I joined a guild by the name of Veterans Legion. It was a huge guild that was well respected and fairly successful. The guild leader was female, a wood elf no less, and rather enjoyable to look at. But she was far out of my league and out of my reach as I was only a member of her guild.

I was approached by an elderly female Wood Elf shortly after joining Veterans Legion with an offer I could not turn down. I was to seduce her granddaughter, impregnate her then take the newborn baby back to the grandmother to kill and consume the pure blood. It was this practice that kept the grand old lady living.

A kind word here and a flirt there got me to the ranks of Officer within her guild. Her husband at the time had left her, taking their son and she was inconsolable. Or at least she thought she was. The grandmother paid me quite heftily and added a slight twist to her demands: 'take this vial and along with your seed she shall bear twins by two different men'

"Money talks," as they say. I did as I was told and enjoyed every moment of it. My guild leader's husband briefly returned and always thought that the baby she carried (she didn't know at the time that she carried twins) was his. The husband disappeared after that and was never heard from again. When it was time for her to give birth, with the help of a nearby merchant we gave her a sleeping potion and delivered two female babies. But as Fate would have it, my heart melted when I looked into the eyes of my daughter, the one with the fair skin and hair. How could I kill my own daughter?

I took the darker baby and sold her to a woman who would raise her until the truth came out some 10 years later, and left my daughter with her mother. My Guild Leader named her Laierra.

The shame of what I had done caused me to leave her guild but didn't keep me from visiting her from time to time. My goal at that time was to be as wealthy and successful as possible, to attend every raid I could and kill every dragon in the land to gain their wealth. My former guild leader did a good job of hiding my daughter, but I did an even better job of extorting pleasures from her to stay away from our daughter. It seemed like a game to me: let me see her or give me what I want for now.

When the truth came out about what I had done, she forgave me and we were happy; even though an odd family unit. She had a "pledged husband" that she was never intimate with that was forever away and well, I was there to fill that void. And to get to know my daughter Laierra.

War took me away recently and when I returned home, she had ran once more and hidden my daughter. I have no idea what spooked her but I will find her if it is the last thing I ever do!

Full Name: Khelzor
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Date of Birth:
Age: 31
Race: Half Elf
Class: Ranger
Gender: Male
Hair: Brown
Skin: white/tan
Eyes: Hazel
Height: 5'11
Weight: 189
Place of residence: Surefall Glades, Qeynos, Freeport
Place of Birth: Surefall Glades
Known Relatives: Daughter: Laierra Daane
Unknown Relatives: Daughter: Phaedra Daane

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Occupation: Ranger
Group/Guild affiliation: none at the moment
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Weapons of Choice: sword, bow and arrows
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Physical Features: Medium length hair, rugged good looks

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Negative Personality Traits: Listening to good looking older women who want to pay me money to steal babies for her to eat; but I've redeemed myself there
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