Tidings, my name is Emeric. Though I am young by Elvish standards, such a comparison does not portray me firly as compared to humans. I am 160 years old, and though I still have many years ahead of me, I have established myself as somewhat of an expert in the realm of magic. Though this knowledge cost me greatly at a young age, I am hopeful for the future. I intend to rise through the ranks, eventually becoming a strategist, advisor, and protector of my king, before rising to take his place.
I stand at 5'11", with fairly dark, grayish skin of a wood elf. My eyes are slanted slightly, with a intriguing amber color. I have short, messy brown hair, and tattoos over much of my torso, and roughly 2/3 of my arms.
I was abducted by a cult as a youngling, which was the cost of my knowledge of wizardry. After the initial shock, I chose my path to freedom; I studied daily, and as my power grew with age, I fought my way out.
I met Freedrick at a town meeting one day, out in the town square. He had decided he wanted to run for office, and intended to use the wealth he'd accumulated over the years to back his campaign.
I intervened when he was attacked by an angry shop owner, and he offered me a job as a bodyguard. Albeit, it's at a reduced rate as compared to his other employees, but he said he saw some promise in me and liked my tenacity.
Similarly, I respected the way he carried himself and handled himself in heated discussions. I saw that he would likely rise to the the top one day, and I intend to ride the coattails of his accomplishments.