The bastard child of an elven father, and an abandoned human mother. Nevaal grew up in a human city that had little tolerance for the demi-human races. He was taught to hate the elves and all that is magical about them, to the point that he hated himself for his heritage. Always the subject of insults and bullying due to his facial features, he often found himself brawling in the streets which frequently led to a night in the hold. As he grew older he learned to hide his features under long hair, hoods, and many masks of his own making. Despite all of his efforts, trouble always seemed to find him anyway. When his problems became too much for his mother, he decided to take his anger out on better targets and volunteered for the Order.
When he arrived at the fort, Nevaal had nothing to bring with him other than the clothes on his back and a wooden mask. The mask wasn't well made or exotic, it was a simple wooden mask made by a simple woodcarver's apprentice. It was the first item he had made as a boy, a small reminder of his home.
