Haemir Vilocient

Haemir Vilocient is a Noctrin (Dark Elf) Ranger that left the Underdark after over a century of suffering down in the depths beneath the surface of Viru. He was a runaway, it was that simple. But as time went on, and his adventures above the surface, out in the scorching sun, he became much more.

Haemir's First & Second Life
Haemir Vilocient awoke in rags as a runaway. He had fled from everything he hated for all 105 years of his still young life. He hated the dark, he hated the caves, and he hated the damp, stagnant air of his people’s underground society. He never quite knew where the yearning came from but since his earliest memories he yearned for the surface, spending most of his days firing arrows into the rock and mud cave ceilings.

He pictured the faces of the powerful families who ruled the underworld, preying on the weak for their own personal gain. Cutting one another's throats in the meantime. He pictured the faces of his peers, sons and daughters of more powerful families abusing him for amusement. His father, a simple wood worker who carved and worked his wares for the Drun'delo House, was powerless to help him as decades of torment passed. The Vilocents were slaves to the more powerful and prominent bloodlines and always would be. His mother had been killed during a cave-in caused by Duergar mining expansions, her moderately respected family abandoning Haemir and his father.

At 80 years old, young for a Drow Elf, he began planning his escape. As the years passed he practiced, planned, refined and finalized his escape and in his 100th year he fled. He took only his bow, quiver, his best clothes and a knife. As he looked down on his old home he saw a young elf who had picked on him especially hard. He loosed an arrow aimed a few feet in front of his nemesis and on impact his life changed forever. His enemy tripped as the arrow flew and his neck filled the place where Haemir had aimed. His throat exploded and Haemir started scrambling up the tunnel he had been digging bit by bit.

On The Run From Himself
He knew he could never return, he knew he could never stop running for he had just killed the son of the most powerful Dark Elf in the world. The next five years, Haemir never slept in the same place twice, he never once made a friend but as he started to feel just a slight comfort he heard the lightest foot falls anything could make, the steps of a Dark Elf. In a flash he ran, he ran for his life and when he could run no further he stopped and listened. He heard nothing but knew, he had to keep running.

Haemir Vilocient is trying to find himself, he is looking for an identity after destroying the one that was predestined for him, ensuring he could never go back with one arrow. His motivation is not so much trying to find what he is looking for but avoiding that which he does not want. He strives for isolation and security so much so that he is willing to tolerate the presence of a couple other beings as companions just to ensure he isn't forced into a community or captured by the Drow after him. He would never call them friends but to outsiders it would appear he would be willing to keep a couple friends around.