Abhaya the Fearless
An Autobiography of Myself.
Long ago my drow Father Lord (Unknown) was in an epic campaign on the surface world. During his great battles he stumbled upon a gorgeous Wood Elf buy the name of Quora, who he wooed with ample success. Very soon after that Lord (Unknown) met with his demise. Nine months later I was born. Shortly after that another band of drow was raiding our lovely village and my mother was killed while trying to defend me. Fortunately, I was spared, because my mother swaddled me in blankets, but I couldn’t help myself because I was still a wee baby of only a few months. A drow priest, by the name of Father Prius, found me, due to my incessant crying. He noticed my unusually dark, for a wood elf, complexion. He thought that I must be a special baby, and decided he would raise me himself. I was raised underground like the drow but always had an instinctual desire to be above ground as well. Sensei Prius as he became known to me was also called father in the absence of any family close to us, spent many years researching who my parents were. My mother was easy to figure out cause her dead body was right next to me when I was found. My whole childhood was spent, at first, hiding from undead and fiends and mosters of all kinds, but later learned not to fear them, but dispatch or return them to their respective origins. As such, there is nothing, that I know, that will spook me. When I grew up enough to take care of myself and strike out on my own I vowed to owe my life to Father Prius by scouring the world to make War extinct and Peace between all sentient races the norm.