I am justified. My mother was a quiet, humble daughter of a local cattle man who was visited by an elven traveler at their family's small farm. The young elf was a refugee from a distant elven war a was meandering back to his home. He still bore the wounds and the trauma of being too young to be in such violent, lopsided combat. Though he was forcefully unscripted into the Dark Battalion, he did his duty and fought with valor, if not strength.
I am slightly taller than the usual elf. Slightly shorter than a human. At best wiry, a closer look at my wrists and shoulders will show solid sinew and mass from a childhood of farm chores.
My skin is pale, my eyes an insipid pale blue, but closer examination will reveal an absorbing sharpness of gaze that misses not much detail. I would not be deemed handsome but you would not declare me uncommonly.
My goal is abundance. I want to build my realm of prosperity and peace by becoming invaluable to those of position and stature. To do so I must gather both knowledge and wisdom while bringing order out of the chaos created by others
My time is upon me. My manly journey begins… now.