(Middle name is two Elven words combined, meaning "With you. (Faer and Nehel)" His parents wanted him to know that they would always be with him.)

Description: Lirrim is shy, quiet, studious, honest, friendly, timid, unsure, knowledgeable, smart, and tentative. He stands a mere 4'2" tall, has green eyes and medium length silvery hair, a product of his High Elf father and Gray Elf mother and a pale complexion.

Background: Lirrim comes from a small Elven village on the eastern side of the Menowood forest. He spent most of his youth there.

Lirrim's parents had a rough time with his birth. It was prophesized by the village shaman that in the 106th year after the birth of their 7th child, the Elven village would be destroyed by a great evil. It was believed that if the child were to leave the village before the event of his 106th birthday, this horrible event could be avoided. Lirrim, unfortunately, is their 7th child. His whole life has been in preparation for the time when he must leave. He did not have the carefree childhood of the other elves and of his siblings. He trained and studied nearly non-stop in a grand effort to prepare himself to leave the safety of his village before he was even an adult. His life had a serious urgency to it. His friends, when he was able to see them, taunted him about how "human" he was behaving. But he was serious; he must be ready. When he was 75 years old, his father thought it would be a good idea to send him to a monastery, so that he might learn things that would help him in his life in the outside world, away from the protection of his Elven village, family, and friends. At the monastery in Naerie, he learned order, inner peace, physical strength and dexterity. He came back stronger, wiser and more centered on what he must do to save his village. He returned 5 years later, when he was 80 and began studying the Wizardly arts with his father, as the rest of his family had done before him. His mother wanted him to focus his studies on Abjuration in order to protect himself out on his own, but secretly he studied divination, seeking to understand this prophesy which had plagued his whole life.

A week before he was to depart from the village, his father approached him with a bundle. "I have something for you." he said. Lirrim was puzzled, "But you've already given me so much. You've spent more time with me than any of my brothers and sisters. You've almost exclusively trained me in magic." "Your brothers and sisters have the rest of their lives to be in my company. You have only two weeks." He gently pulled the cloth off of a magnificent bow. It was crafted of Yew, with inlays of mithril and Rowan. It was beautiful, the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. "Father, I cannot accept..." "Hush, son. When your mother and I learned of the fate of our 7th child, you, we realized that we would have to take special care to train and teach you to live on your own. Part of this is being able to defend yourself. I commissioned this bow to be created by the master bowyer, a year before you were born. He just finished it and I wanted to present it to you. It is made of Yew, which was taken from the fallen branch of an ancient Yew tree deep in the forest. The master bowyer asked the dryad for permission to have the branch. The bow has been inlaid with Rowan, for protection and with mithril for strength. Use it well, and each time you nock and error, remember us." "The bowyer also made a leather case specifically for this bow. Be sure to take good care of this, it is a magnificent work." "I will, father. Thank you."

There was a grand sendoff celebration the night before he was to leave. He was given many gifts and wished well by all. Though he showed an outer happiness, he was very sad. The day had finally come for him to leave. And although he had prepared for this moment his whole life, he felt that he was not ready. Not at all. The party went by too quickly and he found himself lying in bed, unable to sleep. Tomorrow, one week before his 106th birthday, he would leave his village forever. Never to see his family or friends again.

In the morning he packed up his things and had one last meal with his family. Afterwards he said his tearful goodbyes and walked out of the village for the last time. He had discussed his plans with his father and they had decided that his best course of action would be to head to the Malwander, the closest civilized population. There, he could expect to find a temple to Correllon Larethian and perhaps could seek food and lodging in return for performing odd jobs or other work. He could then also continue his studies to become a great Wizard, just like his father.

Since arriving in Malwander, he has not heard from his family, friends or villagers. He has no idea whether that horrible prophecy came to pass. He longs to know what happened to his family and friends and to understand the prophecy that forced him to leave them.