Elénaril Bluewood-Andrade

Elénaril Bluewood-Andrade, by many just called Erik, was born to Raynog Bluewood and George I Andrade in the Second Kingdom of Eleanor. He is the Duke of Zikonia, and through his merit was appointed as the Grand Chanceleír of The Royal-Princely Realm and Praetare of Events of Iversteiya. He follows the Sagaist faith and has adopted Athyers Nesav Kommerzzi as his brother under the eyes of the gods.

Biography
Throughout most of his life, Elénaril has moved upwards in the world on paper, rising from the child of the wild he was forced to become in his youth, to currently being one of the most influential figures in Eleanor and Iversteiya, standing only below the Sovereigns themselves in power. He has reached a position that many could only dream of. And yet, he has found his emotional state taking a toll, with the ever growing duties and responsibilities weighing him down more and more, to the point where he barely finds any fulfillment in his life anymore.

Birth & Early Childhood
Shortly after George was reunited with his family, the Royal House Andrade of Eleanor, after having been abducted in his youth, he was appointed as his grandfather's, the king Dalton Andrade's, representative in RiverGate. RiverGate had only recently joined the Second Kingdom of Eleanor, in exchange for its Mayor gaining the lands east of the city, which would later become known as Zikonia. On the journey there, George would encounter a nomad by the name of Raynog, not yet called Bluewood, and they decided to travel together. They quickly became good friends, and against his usual habits, Raynog even decided to settle down with George in RiverGate for a few years. There they got even closer and eventually fell in love with each other. George, being a Nora, would soon conceive a child in his female form, that was then born in Autumn 84 TE, and they named it Elénaril.

Their luck was not to last however and word soon reached them that the Olmeros, that had been responsible for George's disappearance in his youth, were looking for him again, and now also their child. This forced George to make a drastic decision, and he fled RiverGate to bring Elénaril to safety, to keep him hidden until the danger was over. To that end, he had to give his child over to foster parents in a remote settlement, while he himself fled further and further. In this small settlement in the middle of nowhere, Elénaril would be raised in a modest way for most of his early years. And with the passing of time, being still so young, he would forget that there ever had been a different life for him, that anything outside of this settlement and the needs of the settlement existed. The only thing that remained for him of his real parents was his name, because George, not wanting him to be nameless, had given it to the foster parents.

This settlement, too insignificant to have even been named, was comprised mostly of Elves and Humans, that had wanted to escape the wide world for a simpler, more mundane life. Elénaril, with his Nora heritage, subconsciously altered his appearance to reflect that which was familiar around him while growing up, leading others and himself to believe that he was a Half-Elf, a not so uncommon appearance in the camp. He would develop slightly pointed ears, a slim figure and a somewhat ambiguous face as his most natural appearance.

One fateful night years later, the settlement was raided by bandits without warning. The peaceful community had no chance, no time to react. The bandits laid fire to their houses, and then proceeded to slaughter the inhabitants when they stepped foot outside the door. It was only through luck and the help of a human named Erik that Elénaril was saved. At the end of it all, only he and Erik were left, only for Erik to succumb to the wounds he had suffered in their escape soon after. With now truly nothing left except for his need of survival, thinking his parents and everyone else he had ever known dead, Elénaril was forced to become a nomad, a child of the wild.

The Child of the Wild
Having been traumatized by the loss of his home and community, he tried to put as much distance as possible between himself and the site of the massacre, while also staying away from any settlements. Having nothing on him, he lived off of berries roots, seeds, mushrooms and occasionally even grass and tree-bark, always moving, further and further away from the bloodbath as he thought, but in reality having lost all sense of direction long since. When the winter eventually came, food became harder and harder to find, and his body became weaker and weaker.