Race: Elf
Age: 44
I know quite young .

Sold to a magician by my parents, I managed to learn some spells when he wasn't putting his old hands under my skirt.
Anyway, to make long story short, he died when trying to make a rejunavation potion out of my blood. I guess it didn't work as he transmormed hiself a zombie.
Without his spells emprisoning me it was easy to flee and leave him in his old tower.
A few weeks after I managed to found a town, a there I am renting myself to earn some money, buy a house, making a familly etc... or not! and be free... I have to make up my mind.

Red: Open minded but no rape or I blash your soul!.