Hjalkar

The father, Kjartan

My father was a very skilled and wealthy merchant who traveled extensively throughout Eldham and returned from his travels with artifacts and adventures to tell. I didn't see him much, but he was an example to aspire from. After his death, I decided to follow his path, and having inherited his fortune, I had a lot of resources to spend on traveling. He was about as tall as me, with blue eyes and white hair. He wore a long but exetremely tidy white mustache and a black cloak that I now carry on my shoulders. He was brave and always planned carefully everything, especially his long travels. He loved what was forbidden and always took the hardest road considering it the most adventurous, he often said that "To find the unknown, you must pursue unknown roads". He too was a direct descendant, like my grandparents, of the Yakroan race, and he spoke the ancient language very well; he taught me what I know of our anscestors and origins. He was wise and donated me the interest in politics, especially foreign politics, which he nevertheless did not have the opportunity to follow despite wanting to be a diplomat. He enjoyed collecting "junk" (that's how my mother would call it) and objects of all kinds that he brought back from his travels. I inherited most of his skills and habits and everything he collected during his life. He died in Ygomir, our hometown. He's still buried in the forest nearby.

The mother, Drerae

My mother was a bit younger than my father, she had black eyes with shades of a strong emerald green and beautiful long straight hair of pure black color with shades of silvery white. She was very fond of nature and plants, and she had a catalog where she would keep track of all the species of herbs, plants, fruits, and trees that she found around Eldham. Even my father often brought her exotic plants from his travels in beautifully decorated vases. I remember that she owned a big encyclopedia dedicated to animals and insects, all written in the ancient language, which she knew very well—better than my father did, as she too was a Yakroan.

I spent most of my time with her, spending summers in her large greenhouse full of exotic birds, colorful insects, and plants of all kinds. I liked it a lot and was fascinated by all the variety inside. In that same greenhouse, she read to me on winter afternoons the stories that had been handed down to her by her family. However, I don't know much about her family, as she never talked about them much, and my father didn't seem to know much either. My mother died before my father because of the poison of a particular snake that bit her in her own greenhouse. Since there was no antidote, unfortunately, we could not do anything. Like my father transmitted to me the passion for politics and trading, my mother gave me the passion for plants, herbs, and animals of all kinds.

The grandparents

Dolmitia and Versnio were my grandparents on my father's side, the only ones I've ever got to known since my mother's family is still an unexplored mistery to this day. My grandparents died about fifteen years after my birth of old age. My grandmother had a passion for literature in the ancient language, she loved reading and writing poems about nature which she loved as my mother also taught the ancient language in a school not very far from my home. She helped me to learn it at the beginning and she really liked taking me to take long walks in the forest behind the house. She was not very tall, she had gorgeous white hair that she always kept cared for using plants and uguents that only she knew her eyes were very beautiful they were also white but with shades of aquamarine blue. My grandfather Versnio, on the other hand, was taller and more robust, had brown hair like my father and brown eyes. He loved to build objects of all kinds with wood and enjoyed riding his steed in the steppes of the nation often when he returned from his excursions he used bring some rabbit or some hare that my grandmother then cooked. He too had been a merchant for part of his life but then he devoted himself to his family and stopped traveling.

Isderion (MrParmezano)

I, Isderion, am 27 years old and I am a direct descendant of the Yakroanian race. I am proud of my origins and my parents from whom I inherited many of my passions and skills. I love to trade, explore and collect valuables but also catalog herbs and animals of various kinds in my encyclopedia similar to that of my mother. From my father, on the other hand, I inherited the strong interest in politics and diplomacy which is one of my jobs. I also study the ancient language and I delight in translating the manuscripts inherited from my grandfather. I am 1.82 cm tall, I have blue and white hair. I like to wear accessories such as pocket holos, flasks and feathers on my clothes and on my shoulders I always carry a black cloak. As I have already said I have a strong passion for nature but also for animals, especially the feathered ones with the most extraordinary colors. I love to draw and catalog them and maybe keep a feather as a souvenir in the pages of the encyclopedia. But I am also fascinated by crystals and gems, I collect them from the rarest to the most common, I catalog them for luster, rarity, color and hardness and I keep them in special wooden boxes wrapped in silk to keep them shiny.

My birthplace is town of Ygomir, located in south-west Eldham. I was born there and even if with some exception, I lived most of my life here. My family found this town in ruins, and decided to establish here. Until I was 20, the town remained untouched, but once my 20th birthday happened I decided to restore the old houses and buildings and to welcome new citizens in what now I could call my home. We were living under the government of the Atlechian kingdom and as I grew up, I earned a place in the government ranks. When my mother was bitten by the snake, my father tried in all ways to find an antidote, but didn't succeed in doing so. She later died a couple days before my 22th birthday while my father died not long after as I was 23. I spent 4 years as one of the advisors of the Atlechian king, and I managed to keep the position until I turned 27, when the kingdom entered a long and devastating war with the neighbouring A.W.E causing the destruction of Ygomir and my parent's graves, turning everything I cared the most for, into ashes. This succession of events and the worsening of the war pushed me into pursuing a different road, establishing my own nation and declaring indipendence from the now lost Atlechia.