Enletharial was born a little over two hundred years ago in an Eladrin conclave. His mother an Eladrin female of great value, ignored him. Though all Eladrin were rare, women were exponentially valuable due to the ability to birth Elven children. When he was ten, his mother was stolen by a mercenary called Alberte the Skave. Enletharial abandoned the conclave searching for his mother alone in a harsh world. After years of searching, he turned his anger to the teachings of Vekesh and learned true patience.
He would bide his time, find his mother, if she lived. If not he would find the progeny of the Skave and have his vengeance. Several years later, he was rightfully inducted as a Vekeshi Mystic, entering the Dream. He could still feel the flames charring his skin to cracking, the hunger eating away his insides while he stared across his cage at a poisoned feast. He nearly ate the stuff to end his suffering. Recovering, he learned patience and real planning, to let go of anger and cling to true vengeance. He would learn to mold himself and others to the hope of all mankind. He would make men better, amplifying their strengths and suppressing their flaws, it was his way to live better as Vekesh taught.
For a hundred and four years he lived in Risur, finding a sturdy people who, while not always embracing him, did not cast him out or persecute him. The hard working dockers, the tinkering engineers. His new home town of Flint was full of challenging thinkers and decent hard working people. He enjoyed it here, very rarely being called to act in his mantle of Mystic. The local bar and art scene is what he enjoyed, marvels of science and magic. The old and the new the brave and the bold. He loved this nation and would defend it if called upon.