Theme: Forlorn, future forsaken, seeking his familial past, and spiritual resolution.
Hazé's parents raised the studious elf in a relatively comfortable life. While not quite acristocratic, they had a more than modest income as business owners. They were able to give their son access to books, lore, and the free time to use them. It was an honest life, far better suited for leisure than their ancestor's cold existence in the north.
Hazé was curious about his family lineage, and used some of his study time to research the north, it's tales, it's people, and it's locales. It interested him enough to dream of being a frozen hero, and his parents encouraged him to learn languages of the foreign land, should he ever wish to adventure there and open trade routes with the family business.
Hazé aged into normalcy, his dreams replacing themselves with goals of a successful life in the family business. While not quite a mage like his mother or father, he found an affinity to fire and learned he is among a group of elves who have been gifted powers of light and flame. He spent a little time honing these abilities before becoming distracted by a young elven woman - a bright haired beauty Velera.
Elves live long lives, and he spent the end of his elven youthful years with his life entwined with his beloved wife. They spawned a handsome son Adis who had a promising barding career ahead of him.
Then the Red Revolution started... and Hazé's life was changed forever. His parents, his wife, his son, all victims of the bloodshed and chaos of the red fever. He had hurried home from the family business as the fighting started, only to find his wife and son had gone out to the open market in the early day. When he found them, among the bodies of the dead, he wept. Caressing the corpses of Velera and Adis, soldiers of Galt approached him with their pikes drawn. He felt the inner fire inside him burn, and he let it loose with rage. The soldier's friends found only melted armor and piles of ash when they arrived at the market.
His family, his parents, all gone. He grabbed what posessions he could fathom to take, and placed the bodies of his kin on a pyre of tables in his parents home. Standing outside, he sent forth a jet of flame to the kindling he had placed all around the house. He walked away as the remnants of his family, their possessions, and their spirits drifted to the heavens. Their existence known only in the memories of a broken being.
With nothing but tears left for him in Galt, Hazé fled outward, subsisting on what gold he had mustered before he left. As that gold had dwindled, he had contemplated finding a tall cliff from which to drop... but when he had found it he could not bring himself to jump.
He left the cliff face, the future seemed so bleak before him, he turned to his the dreams of his youth. Perhaps after exploring the world and the heroes of his childhood, his spirit would be sated, and then he could leave the world satisified. The past would be his future.
First however, he needed to get out of Galt. He headed to Absalom, and found that he quickly became bored of the menial labors he had to engage in to survive in the city. So he left on the first boat he found out of the city, and now finds himself in some place in southern Taldor...
