Feyrith is a 5'11" half-elf drow wearing wizard robes with chains that came down attached to his 2 spellbook that dangle on his waist. On his backpack you'll find scrolls and documents and along with his traveling gear.

Mary and Taldaer met when mom was foraging far into the woods near the roads and stumbled upon dad after he just finished killing the Duke of her village who was a major dick face. She thanks him and swears to keep his identity to herself in thanks for this act. Finding her beautiful he leaves her on her way but makes an effort to visit every time he's on the surface. Then he leaves the drop empire in secret faking his death, taking the family grimoure and meeting with mother to run off to the human capital to be free.
 
Soon after the pair took residence and found jobs being bakers while their father still performed assassinations for hire when things got tough as well as sold his more coveted spells to those in the dark market and helped with trade of other items. They then had their first and only child by accident being Feyrith. Knowing this was a danger but not wanting to lose their child they raised him but kept him and warned him of meeting another drow. He tended to keep to himself and to the local libraries stacks of books that he found himself delving into whenever he has time to spare. As Feyrith grew he realized that his natural magic was limited and begged his family to teach him or take him somewhere for him to learn.
 
Wanting to keep him safe his father taught him the safer common spells he knew, slowly teaching Feyrith to grow his power. But his hunger for knowledge could not be kept at a sluggish pace so Feyrith came up with a plan. Late at night while his father was away from the home Feyrith sneaked into his fathers store room and using detect magic and passing slight wards, managed to grab a few spells that he then spent the night copying into his book. Unaware to him this was the moment a small spark was made and his legend seed soon would take root.
 
While his father was then not attending his grimoire he would quickly use an incantation to flip through and quickly trace down the spell elements as he could until he soon learned all his fathers cantrips. This caused him to quickly grow in power as his hunger also grew making him sloppy at times, him often tracing elements onto his arm when a book wasn’t available. However his father quickly caught on and scolded the young Feyrith, taking his sons book before Feyrith caused his familiar owl to pop out and snag hold of his book back from his father.
 
Unaware to his father Feyrith snagged ahold of the Find Familiar spell and cast it in private as the flame in the brazier roared to life and the arcane runes around the brazier soon took from and brought forth the spirit taking a owl form with eyes that glowed a light blue and wisps of energy flowed off its form. Now it gave Feyrith the upper hand as he faced his father outside their family home with spell book in hand and a smile on Feyrith’s face. He gloats for a moment to his father showing this is a perfect example of why he needs to attend an academy, somewhere he can grow and learn more than home spells at father’s pace. His father soon drew a blade as they both readied to fight before his mother stepped between them.
 
She calls for the boys to stopped the fighting and for Feyrith to go to his room for the moment and to grab dinner. Feyrith wanted to object but he simply nodded and did as instructed as the mother stepped up to her love and discussed with him the future of their child. After some words were exchanged they soon called down Feyrith and told him that they will agree to have him attend the local wizard academy but will have to follow the house rules and discuss with them his education, as well as weekly trainings with his father as before. Feyrith happily agrees and apologies to his father for his outburst but summons the familiar again to show them what he’s learned.
 
A few years pass and Feyrith managed to start his learning at the local academy where he was a part of a small class with wizards of various schools and practices were together. After a few months of classes they had a class duel. In Feyrith’s fight he went against a wizard of evocation where in the heat of the duel Feyrith went to cast magic missile but the rune glitched from its usual light blue hue to a jolting yellow as the blots of force turned to lightning and launched at the young man winning him the duel but confusing and confounding some who haven’t seen anything like it. The professors eyebrows raised as they looked to Feyrith and understood the path he would take as Feyrith’s book glowed bright with runes floating about. Calling in his parents they informed them of the discovery that Feyrith had taken the Scribe arcane tradition, wizards that devote their lives and beings to magic, the weave and all writings. They also informed them that his legend seed has awoken as well and helped him with his learning.
 
Concerned they asked what could be done to keep him most safe and the professors advised letting him join a Legend organization to help him hone and learn this power as well as gain their resources. Through some discussion and agreement Feyrith was allowed this since he was of age to make his own choices as well was far past their ability to keep from learning. So they spent the time getting him prepared and ready to set out and head to the nearest Legend organization to join try outs, his father giving him two spells he found useful but one could be seen as a bit troubling, Master Focus and Suffer. Packing his belongings and spells books Feyrith hugged his father and mother before turning to the carriage behind him and stepping on heading toward what would be the next step in his study.

Age

24

Gender

Male

Eyes

Light Blue

Hair

Silver White cut short

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Dark blue

Height

5'11"

Weight

160