I am Comil. Some call me a wanderer because I left my home village at the age of 5.3 (16 in human years). I am slightly taller than an average human, and built for endurance. I have tan skin, long black hair which I wear in a braid, black eyes, and a stern expression.
I am a half elf born to a human mother and elf father. My mother has died recently of an illness. I do not have an interest in finding my father.
My goal is to explore the world to find a way to live peacefully. I wish to survive without relying on the judgements of others, since I have seen how humans treat those of other races in this country. I believe that the best way to begin my exploration is to find and learn from Druids.
A Sentimental Value
I found this plain ring on a string around my mother's neck when she died. Her disease had caused her to grow thin and it no loner stayed on her finger. It is a dull iron ring, more simple than any adornment I have seen her wear, and yet she was never without it.
I took it to remember her. It is small and plain enough that it should not trouble me to carry while I wander looking for my place.
On my first day in the Town, I stayed at the tavern. In the evening, when I was coming back after failing to capture a hog for Stephan, I heard a familliar voice. Tolmor ran up from behind me, calling my name. He looked the same as he had the day I left my home, over a month ago.
Tolmor is a tall muscular human with pale skin, hair, and eyes. His strange appearance can be frightening to some, but he is a gentle human. Tolmor is around 30 years old. He dresses simply in utilitarian clothing.
Tolmor has been working as a woodcutter near my home for as long as I can remember. We have always had a good relationship, and I am happy to see him. He tells me that he followed me to the Town because my mother asked him to look after me.
I tell Tolmor that I have decided to learn to live independantly, and that I plan to find druids. He replies that until I get all of that figured out, I will need an older person to have my back. I cannot find it in myself to be unmoved by his support.
No one shall lay low Comil the Wanderer. I, Comil, have died but am alive again! I awoke again for the 1st time. I am lost in wonder by it. I felt like it was a world of the middle ages. I shall objective for better.
Comil the Wanderer Lives! My quest shall continue despite my 2nd demise, no one shall keep me below.