In the midst of the Millennia War, many elves sought refuge from the relentless onslaught in Doi'Xua thinking that this forsaken land would know no prejudice. No matter how many times they were proven wrong by the mass of humans that inhabited the land, they clang to hope not willing to face the sacrifices they made.
They welcomed all who would not look upon them with apprehensive eyes into the camps they set up within the dark woods. Lost travellers looked to them for guidance and the occasional injured souls would find shelter amongst them. One by one, they started to gain favor with the Doi'Xuan.
Half Elves during this time were rare indeed, but the few who did come to be, had only the elves to call family. Humans had a hard time coping with their presence, let alone acknowledge a link that would bind them together. But some men make faux pas, courting an elven woman only to leave her when the voices of the mass wears down his love...
For this young Half Elf, life was nothing more than the fear of being discovered as he walked alongside his father. Stubborn and cold from the lost of his elven love, he spent his life lecturing his son about the boundaries that keep the balance of life. But his son would not blindly heed the words of his father and went out searching for the elves, and upon finding his mother, she bestowed to him the great Luciender, a magical sword as light as a feather yet harder than steel. They taught him the art of Duel Wielding, something only the elves knew how to master.
When he returned to his father, it had been 5 years and his father buried. All that was left of him was a sword passed down through the generations...Valermos.
He now wields both swords so that his parents could live forever by each other's side...